The uprising began in the mines. D-16 gave a speech—not loud, but heavy, each word dropping like a hammer on an anvil. He told the cog-less about the dead Prime. About the Quintessons wearing Primes’ faces. About the cogs in the vault that belonged to their brothers.
“They took our transformation,” D-16 roared. “Now we take their thrones.”
The miners followed him. Not Orion. Him.
Orion watched from a rooftop as the mob surged toward the Iacon gate. He should have felt pride. Instead, he felt the golden cog pulsing in his chest—angry, possessive, whispering: You are the Prime now. Not him.
The battle lasted three cycles. The Quintessons deployed their Judges—giant, four-faced creatures that passed death sentences in milliseconds. D-16 tore one apart with his bare hands, ripping its faces off one by one. The miners cheered. They began to chant: Megatron. Megatron. Megatron.
That was when Orion realized: D-16 was no longer his friend. He was a weapon. And weapons, once unsheathed, are very hard to put away.
The final confrontation did not happen on a battlefield. It happened in the Allspark Chamber, where the last Quintesson governor—a creature of infinite smugness—offered a deal. Transformers.one.2024.-Bolly4u.org- WEB-DL Dual...
“One of you will rule Cybertron,” the governor hissed through its main face. “The other will die. Choose.”
D-16 stepped forward. “I choose to kill you first.”
He punched through the governor’s main face. Then the second. Then the third. Then the fourth. Each blow shook the chamber. Energon—blue, thick, almost beautiful—sprayed across the Allspark.
“Stop!” Orion shouted. “You’re becoming them!”
D-16 turned. His optics were entirely red now. His frame had darkened to a gunmetal gray. The cog-less miners behind him had fallen silent.
“You took the golden cog,” D-16 said quietly. “You became a Prime without asking. You never once asked me what I wanted.” The uprising began in the mines
“I wanted you to be free,” Orion said.
“Free to be second.” D-16 raised his arm. It transformed into a cannon—not built, but grown, fused to his very spark. “You want to lead, Orion? Then lead them in mourning.”
He fired.
The blast did not hit Orion. It hit the Allspark.
The core of Cybertron cracked. Light—the raw stuff of creation—poured out like a scream. And in that light, Orion Pax died.
Not completely. Not forever. But the mech who had dug in the mines, who had laughed while breaking rules, who had loved his friend more than logic—that mech evaporated. About the Quintessons wearing Primes’ faces
When the light faded, a new figure stood in his place. Taller. Colder. His faceplate had reformed into a silver mask. His optics burned a steady, royal blue.
“My name,” he said, “is Optimus Prime.”
D-16—no, Megatron—laughed. It was the ugliest sound either of them had ever made.
“Then I will see you in the next life, brother,” Megatron said. “And the next. And the next. Until one of us forgets why we started.”
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