Good day, people!

This is your procrastinator speaking trying to impersonate a certain merc with a mouth due to going crazy while trying to think of a plot for my other fic so I ended up making this piece of work so let's see how this flies!

PS: Be thankful I left spaces.

Now this idea was inspired by silversean24, so why not drop by his work a bit?

Disclaimers:

RWBY is own by Rooster Teeth

Transformers and all their continuity (no matter how confusing they get) is own by Hasbro (the toy)

The living machine didn't know how to feel right now. A klik ago, he suffered greatly as his body corroded to rust. But it was nothing compared to the pain in his Spark of the betrayal by one of his leaders. In his final moments online, Ironhide's processor raced to determine what peace truly meant to Sentinel Prime.

As he reboot, the Autobot recalls what peace meant to him. Despite his violent take to nearly everything, Ironhide genuinely aspired peace for his kind. Just that didn't expect to live to see it as without a doubt his true home is in the battlefield.

But as the large black Cybertronian took in the lighted expanse of where he stood… he felt totally peaceful. And that was more unsettling for the eon-old soldier.

"Where… am I?" He muttered out loud, though half-expecting nothing in return.

"Greetings, fellow Transformer." His optics widen as he recognized the voice and turned to find a recognizable figure.

"Optimus?" the soldier said disbelievingly.

"Yes, that is me. I welcome you to the AllSpark." Ironhide detachedly accepted the answer to his first query, reprimanding himself for not thinking of it as he was now offline.

"May I ask of your designation?" But that was a shocker, wondering how his longest friend didn't recognize him.

When he looked back, Ironhide also wondered what might have changed in his leader too. Despite the familiar paint-scheme and body-type, Optimus also appears different. The Autobot leader looked more bulky, even bulkier than when he got upgraded with those flight-deck attachments.

But still to forget his brother-in-arm… "What are you talking about? It's me, Ironhide." he said, wondering if time was also an anomaly for the Prime to forget.

"What happened? Where am I?" They both turned to find another of their kind looking around just as confused as he was. The most distinguishable traits were the large wings that were on the blue mech's back, implying an airborne alt-mode. But what sent Ironhide's circuits to haywire was a discernable insignia.

'A Decepticon!' Before he can deploy his guns, a firm servo held him back. "He must have been warranted to be here." His leader calmly stated as he advanced towards the distressed Con.

His approach was quickly sensed as the bot quickly turned and just as immediately recognized the Prime. "Optimus!"

The red mech was too slow to react as the frantic bot was suddenly in front of him. "What happened?! Why are you here?! Did you beat it?! Did you defeat Unicron?!" Ironhide was ready to terminate, if only out of mercy, it's delusive processor.

"At ease." The calm yet firm voice Optimus projected was enough to halt their troubled thoughts. "Yes, with the aid of my comrades, Unicron will no longer be a threat."

Ironhide did not like how he was the only one out of the loop of this talk of myth. He may be aware of it for many vorns, but the Weapon-specialist was more focused on how to end a war rather than waste time on race's origin.

The dispute he wanted to start was silenced as a powerful energy washed over them. Their optics tried to scan the figure that was appearing before them, but they were only able to discern a vague form. Optimus knelt down while the Decepticon all but buried its visage into the ground. Ironhide uncertainly copied his leader as he didn't know what was going on.

But he knows power and the… entity before them exudes an immeasurable amount of it. The war veteran recalled all his nearly forgotten data. And since they were not harmed, Ironhide realized who they are kneeling before. His guess was confirmed when Optimus humbly acknowledged. "Primus."

"Greetings, my children." The impression was calm yet commanding; it strongly reminds him of Optimus. But seeing how his leader has submitted to the presence, Ironhide could only imagine how screwed he was for sometimes taking the being's name in vain.

"Lord Primus! Please, I ask for mercy of you…!" The two Autobots were shock at such desperation.

"Typical Deceptipunk grovelling." Ironhide openly scoffed as Optimus silently watched, worried for the bot's words.

The Con heard it as he quickly rectified his plea. "…but I ask not for my Spark. For no matter what right I tried to do, it will never resolve the wrongdoings my kind has done. I deserve retribution for betraying my enemies and friends alike." The confession only troubled them more, thinking it only cared for nothing but itself.

But what came next shocked their very system. "But please, I beg for the forgiveness of the Minicons! They may be the creations of Unicron; they are not like that monster! Despite their involvement in the war, they did not desire it. They are innocent! They are misguided and abused beings who deserve to be free!" This impacted Prime the most as it paraphrased his belief.

"Cast me to the Pit… But I beg of you… Do not scorn them and give them a chance to prove themselves…" A heavy aura pervade, Optimus' optics held admiration and pity for the selfless warrior while Ironhide re-evaluated his opinion.

"Lift up your helm." But it… he still rigidly held his position, fear and shame visible from where they knelt, something the Bots can understand. And it appeared as Primus did too as he continued without holding it against the Decepticon.

"The errors of the creator are not for his creations to burden. As such it is what has been achieved than who they were that defines ones being. I see the worth of the Spark in them as I saw in you, Starscream." His armour lost its stiffness as relief was finally allowed to show. Like a great burden was lifted off the Seeker's Spark.

Feeling finally freed, the blue bot wasn't prepared for the sudden and loud accusations. "What?! That scrappy blowhard?! You can't be him!"

"In a way, I have to agree with Ironhide. As far as I could recall, you look nothing like Megatron's Second in Command. Not to mention sound incredibly unlike that mech."

The now designated Starscream only looked confused to the claims. "Second in Command? I thought I said that I was one of his lieutenants."

He then noticed something of his former comrade that he just now realized. "On the same topic; in all my encounters, even in the Autobot base, I haven't seen you without that faceplate."

"You infiltrated our base?!" the black Cybertronian's opinions changing once more.

"Once!" He quickly corrected as large guns were deployed. "But I had taken refuge when I defected from Galvatron!"

"Who the frag is this now?!" both sides were ready to come to blows.

"Stand down!" They followed without hesitations, feeling the impressive assertion of true leadership.

Despite his calm visage, Optimus' processor was being jumbled from what he heard from his supposed ally… and enemy. "Starscream, is it? I have to say I am terribly confused as what you have said does not match anything in my databank."

"It is because despite having a decipherable name or face, none of you have the experience and background of your current company." They were frightfully reminded that they're in the midst of their race's deity.

Severely reprimanding himself in silence, Optimus humbly voiced out what he believed his current companions left unsaid. "What do you mean?"

Windows of ethereal origin surrounded them. Their fear was slowly alleviated as different events unfold. Some are familiar; but most foreign to each Cybertronians.

"The universe is infinite as it is mysterious…" Each found the war they had fought in. They then turned to view another version that where it appears to be on Earth. They found comrades and enemies they might have known, knew or outright didn't recognize in the mix.

"Worlds so different yet so similar are scattered among the cosmos..." Optimus alarmingly deduce who that massive titan was but the Decepticon watched the battle with hope, knowing that his sacrifice wasn't in vain.

"As such one may find a familiar face on a stranger…" They became bothered as they saw figures they recognized at opposite end of the war, wondering what small changes could create such consequences.

"Where a path was set differently..." Two mechs couldn't hide their amusement regarding this Prime and his crews' adventure, Optimus remembering some similarities when he was still Orion.

"Where one ends…" Ironhide's Spark felt heavy as he watched his former home now truly lost, the feeling hardly lifted as the leader he knows avenged those who fell.

"…and another begins." The Seeker and Weapon-specialist could only watch in awe, pondering if the Cybertron they knew could one day undergo such beautiful restoration.

"These I watch, guide and aid in times most dire. Past and future, I take account the stories of the fall and rise of my children. Till all are one." The panels vanished leaving behind an air of astonishment.

"Unbelievable." was all that Starscream can sum up.

Ironhide decided to make priorities, this time his sanity. "I'm offline, so I stopped caring for the impossible."

Optimus was oddly quiet after this. Finally, he looked up to the being with reverence. "Despite being many… insignificant to some may appear, we are all connected. We are all indeed one. I am ready, Lord Primus."

"I know. But I can sense your regrets." Despite being made aware of some of his flaws, Starscream couldn't imagine such notion against Prime. But Ironhide remembered those brief moments of respite when his own commander and friend was alone with those most trusted.

Optimus lowered his helm as if ashamed. "I confess that there are times when I wished I wasn't chosen. I had to make hard choices that I looked back and wondered if I could have acted differently. If those choices could have saved the ones I held dear.

And to hide my fears and doubts for the sake of those who relies on me. To take up the burden that entitles that of a Prime." Starscream was enlightened to realize that being a Prime, in extension… a leader, was more than a position to be desired.

His respect for Optimus, both this and the one he once followed, were secured. "Yes, I wished the war didn't happen and we had strived harder for peace. I am thankful that it is finally over. I only wished for another chance."

"Such burden… But such strength… Thus I feel you are worthy of this chance." This got their attention as another screen materialized.

It showed a place… with humans. They thought it was somewhere on Earth but there were many things that contradict. Like structures and technologies that seems far more advance than what they remember from their own versions. Another was the mingling of humans with features of other life-forms.

"I cannot send you back for your destiny have been fulfilled. But I can direct you to a new world… to a new life. I extend this to you as well, Starscream. Ironhide."

The offer was so incredible that the Con can't help but feel apprehensive. "There's more to this, is there?"

The scenery then showed something approaching…, one that felt of untold malevolence. As his optics watched them combat the invaders, Optimus can only compare this… abominations to that of a Terrocons…, of Unicron. "I ask of you to defend this remnant. A storm is brewing and darkness comes. Their existence will be put to test and tempered by the fires. This world is in need of a guardian…"

"Sounds simple enough. Give us their coordinate and I'll lay them to waste." Though he hated it, Ironhide agreed that terminating these… pest will be short work due to their superior creation.

But what followed brought them crashing. "…To exist among them, your form must be changed… as of one."

"What?!" Silently and vocally were exclaimed.

"To discover their strength, one must understand their weakness. A spark to set ablaze. A light in the darkest hour. For victory can be achieved through a simple, more honest soul.

But one must make the first step… to choose his path."

The price for this offer comes with untold risks. The choice weighed heavily in their processor, none as much as that of the Autobot leader.

Optimus was conflicted. He never would have thought such opportunity would be presented, by Primus no less. A very small part that the Prime hid throughout the war desired such chance to be himself once more. When the greatest of trouble was just a misplaced archive. The simple life as Orion Pax. To live.

Yet he knows deep in his Spark that it can never be. He is now Optimus Prime: Leader of the Autobots. Who took account of the needs of his comrades before his very own. The feeling of abandoning them for his own desire only bothered the red mech greatly.

Then the Autobot felt a grasp on his broad shoulder plate that brought him out of his troubled musing. "I'll do it. Rest now, Optimus. You deserve this."

Reassurance was shown in the Decepticon's gaze before shifting it into determination as he faced Primus. "I, on the other servo, still have a long way to go. But I will redeem myself no matter how long it takes."

"No way am I gonna let a Decepticon fly amok." Ironhide walked towards the other bot, patting Optimus on the opposite side as he passed. The minute clasp showed the subtle comfort he wished for the one with his friend's face. "Troubles follow you like Scraplets."

"Hah! You just want to blow up half the continent full of targets, Mr. Trigger-happy."

"If you're in there, fine by me! Besides, I'm still not ready to take the quiet lying down."

Optimus felt no true hostility as they traded barbs. It reminded him of his own comrades, that despite getting on each other's circuit, they trust that the others will watch their back.

Even when things looked grim, Prime was touched that they were also concern of his wellbeing. They would have thought what's best to aid him.

"Hahaha…! Antique now, are we? Might as well lose a few tonnes or lubricate those joints."

The last statement held a lot more pettiness as Ironhide tried to strangle the Seeker. "Why I outta-!"

Before they can finally come to blows, a barrier came between them. But looking up, they saw how Optimus had a fond reminiscence in his optics. "I fear that this world will be in shambles just by leaving you two alone. I have to accompany to prevent another war."

Both were surprised with his decision. "What?! You're serious?!"

"Why do you want to do that? If Primus can send us far off into nowhere, sending you back may be negotiable." Starscream rationalized, knowing how his comrades meant so much to the large bot.

"My quest had been completed there. I trust in those I left that they'll keep fighting the noblest of fight." Optimus appeared unsure but revealed what he had locked up for so long. "But maybe… I wanted this. To take up a new life. To discover new things. To make choices… not as a Prime. But just… me. I apologize if it sounds selfish."

"Don't be. How do the humans say it? 'Live a little'. Just like the flying vermin said: 'You deserve this.'" Ironhide consoled while ignoring the 'frag you'.

"But believe me; even if you are not the Optimus I know, you bear the same stance as my commander. You're a Prime through and through." He would have felt dismayed for being referred by his title. But Ironhide reminded him of many different Autobots; crude yet dependable. This reassured the red Bot that they can form a respectable friendship.

"I agree with the junk pile. It will be an honour to fight besides you." Starscream declared, not wanting to be outdone. Optimus compared him to the jet-con in his world, but would find this Decepticon to be more trustworthy.

Turning back to Primus, he felt his resolve and that of his companions have steeled. "Now… I am ready."

Primus acknowledged their decision. "Optimus Prime. You are truly worthy of the Matrix of Leadership. Take strength and be the beacon of hope…, the light in the darkest hour."

"Starscream. You were swayed so many times that you lost your way. In the end, you finally found your worth. Now fly and set course for your own fate."

"Ironhide. You, who had stood fast against all adversaries..., stay true for your comrades. Never falter, never submit. Protect what is truly of worth."

"Beware as not all are what they appear at first glance. As such there is power in the least expected. Take strength in your belief as well as the trust of others. Never lose sight of the goal set.

Till all are one."

The image swirled before them, similar to that of a Space Bridge. As the light intensified, Optimus looked back towards his companions. He may not know them, but the Prime can feel it in his Spark their reliability. They are all in this together, so he promised himself to also shoulder their burdens.

"Comrades, let's roll out!"

Well... that's that. So lets see how this turn out. The thing I also like about Transformers is that you can use all their profanities, yet it will all sound like mechanical-technobabble.

SPOILERS! Just kidding, but if you scroll down you will find out who are these three. But if you already figured out before reading this... "Good show, chap!"

Optimus Prime- TF Prime

Starscream- TF Armada

Ironhide- TF Movie: Dark side of the Moon

Now hope you enjoy. See yah!