Summary: He choose to remain neutral as the war began. Optimus knew this but his once favor for the Autobot's suddenly being pure hatred was frightening. The Cybertronian life span is vast, such time still changes weary souls and outside forces don't help.

The Preface

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It was quiet. It always was at this time of night, nearing midnight. Stretching in all directions the land was nearly perfectly flat with miles of farmland. A long road that seemed to never end separated the fields along with old light poles that went just as far. In the distance the dear sky was illuminated a dull yellow by a large cities lights even if the city was nearly fifty miles away.

Just having left the city nearly an hour ago a pitch glossy black car owned by a rich high powered businessmen drove down said road. The lights of his car being the only thing illuminating the dark road. The man inside the fancy was close to his mid forties with all ready gray silver neatly cut hair. Just as black as his car, his suit was also, but was seating in the back seat leaving only his white under shirt and tie that was flung around his shoulder.

With one hand on the steering wheel he reached over to the passenger seat into his bag. After a few moments a rummaging around inside it he pulled out a silver stainless steel liquor bottle that was all ready half empty. His face that was all ready blushed red was proof that didn't need to be told this man was drunk. Driving down the road, car swaying over and back again over the yellow centerline he drove in silence. A few miles down the road a single large scar stretched out into one of the wheat fields like a scratch by some beast from the road. Seating at the end of it was a crater steaming rising out it.

Inside scattered here and there flames flickered some going out some showing no sign of stopping. Lining the disturbed earth, if you looked closely you could see streaks of something akin to liquid metal, maybe mercury, to the untrained, unknowing human eyes. Seating a few more feet away in its crater sat a large metal hunk resembling a mutated egg.

To us we would have instantly identified it with a downed satellite that had lost its use to some company or a random government, but it was far from it. If you peered into the flames that were slowly fading out around its shell you could see symbols, mechanisms, and possibly gears, the metal itself was alien nothing forged by Mother Earth. Like something out of Sci-fi flick gone bad.

Just as the black car's crystal clear headlights came into view the sound of metal spinning similar to a sound out of a clock or machine as it started up suddenly with an odd hiss. Advanced and utterly perfect sounding a sound that would make a mechanic envious. Unbelievably smooth, motor, servos, latches, relays, and many other things echoed as old space rock that had crested its self to the metal frame fell.

Slowly it started to shudder and shift in place like pieces of a puzzle metal started to raises, shifts, folds, slides, and sink becoming something completely different. With in seconds flat a humanoid looking bipedal metal creature stood on two trunk-size legs, back arched, one legs still in the crater, arms at both his sides as its body still steamed from its planetary entry. With clenched fists, and only having four digits on either hand, the metal creature leant its head back and let a loud metallic roar. The sound echoed over the land the mechanical roar would make you cringed as the sound pierced you sensitive eardrums.

Coming to a brunt stop the creature lowered its head looking down the road sensing something approaching from its left toward the incoming, to him, alien vehicle. He admittedly, using sensor to see that it had no weapons of the slightest; it was no threat to his person. Instead of eyes upon his head a light goldish glass sat like he was wearing glasses. Just above the visor separated by the layers of armor in his head sat what look like two more eyes but they weren't. They were not in use but if he activated them when he needed to take aim on a target.

His face held no emotion that a human could see, and if he had a mouth, a mask protected it. Even though his face couldn't give away hardly any emotion his stance said other wise.

He wasn't happy and he had been in a bad mood way before he had arrived on this not so desolate planet.

He hadn't taken his attention away from the black ground vehicle that was coming his way and he found. . .he liked it. It was slick, silent, and appealing somehow. Crouching down trying to stay hidden he watched the black alien vehicle coming going sixty some mph. The car pasted quickly and its diver never knew what happened or if anything did to begin with.

Slowly turning back another the black car sat silently on the road watching the red tail lights of his counterpart fad away in the distance. Then, without warning, it started changing again but not its form, its style. Slowly, like mercury draining down a class test tube a single mercury silver-racing ran strip down its hood, roof, and then its rear. On its side panels, streaking down either side appeared dark maroon decals on its side similar to flames. His glossy black frame gleams in the moons light as he sat idle on the road.

A low mechanical rumble started like it was coming straight out a computer just ten times faster and with more decimals. But inside the car it's a low rumble that would get irritating after a while. The Roush 600RE revved its engine fiercely stirring its companion in the back seat that had just started coming online.

A small round sphere no bigger than a basketball started to quiver and just like his companion started to come undone. With in seconds –obviously faster than the now slick car- a shinny sliver awkward shaped robot stood and with a twitch of its head and body it starts to shriek fast in an irritated way. Irritated from being woken up it flared it arms as it jumps on the console between the seats. Similar to its cars companion just higher and fiercely it's their way of communicating. Seeming to appear to upset the car because everything in its inside starts to glow red and the five foot robot stops mid gibberish rant.

Suddenly the Roush hits the gas spinning his back black powdered coated wheels and shots down the highway going over the speed limit. Its silver companion lets out as it goes flying back into the back seat long skinny arms and legs flailing.

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A/N:

second eta: 1 August 2009: Just changed some stuff in the summary and disclaimer.

Notes:

Roush 600RE; (hypertext transfer protocol)whatsup(dash)nottheceiling(dot)blogspot(dot)com/2008/11/roush-600re(dot html)

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