Optimus was more than a bit disturbed by his surroundings. To him, a mass of derelict or in need of repair vehicles was akin to a scene of mass carnage for him; it only made sense, considering he too became a vehicle. That all being said, he knew what had to be done, and while he was no Red Alert, he knew the others he'd seen wandering around would need these vehicles, so he quickly set to gathering supplies.
There was a bit of pragmatism to it, of course. If the humans and other creatures saw him aiding in the repair efforts, they would be less inclined to fear him when they were confronted with the fact that he was an enormous living machine. He hoped that they'd be like Rad and the others, but even then, he knew from their own tales that even those humans had initially mistrusted the sight of him.
And so, with Optimus cradling a small pile of car parts and whatnot in his arms, he sat down and began working at a large truck, much like himself. Unfortunately, it was easier said than done; while Optimus knew how to repair a Cybertronian relay and do rudimentary triage or maintenance on one of his own kind, a pickup was like night and day. He ended up crushing part of the engine with one of his massive fingers, eliciting a loud and somewhat uncharacteristic cry of "Slag!" that would more than likely be audible for quite some distance away.
02. [ Monsters Attack ]
This is where a giant, potentially terrifying mechanical life-form comes in handy. Optimus doesn't have his blaster. He doesn't have his trailer. He doesn't have Sparkplug with him, and he personally gave up the Matrix. He only has the weapons on his arms disguised as smokestacks, and his sheer strength to fight back with.
"Get behind me!" Optimus calls out to anyone small, throwing himself forward to use himself as a living shield. The Pisaca bite down and their teeth break against his armored hide, but it's the brutish alligators that manage to harm him with their bulk and electrical attacks, knocking him back and nearly overloading his systems. Optimus lets out a cry of agony, before grabbing at an alligator's tail and swinging it at its comrade, knocking it down and firing off energy blasts from his arm blasters, momentarily stunning them.
That's all well and good, but it just leaves him open to be ensnared by the thorny plant monsters, and despite their organic nature? Optimus is not able to break free so easily. Seems the one intent on being a shield needs some assistance himself...
03. [ Winding Down/Camp ]
And just like that, the battle is over. They're safe. They're free. The light has purged the campsite of the attackers and anything else troubling them. Normally, Optimus would feel relieved, and take this as an opportunity to relax and take solace in a battle well won.
Instead...he feels keyed up.
Something about every circuit in his body feels electric. Not just literally, but figuratively. Like he can do anything. Take on anyone. He hasn't felt this alive since his battle with Galvatron, and for once, that fact doesn't shame him.
After a few moments have passed, and he's allowed the humans a few moments of respite, he assumes the form of a semi truck in full view of everyone, revving his engine aggressively. "Do any of you humans feel like a race?!" he challenges. "There's a race track, and you've all got new cars, so why not try them out against a vehicle who really knows what it's doing?!"
Optimus Prime | Transformers Armada
Optimus was more than a bit disturbed by his surroundings. To him, a mass of derelict or in need of repair vehicles was akin to a scene of mass carnage for him; it only made sense, considering he too became a vehicle. That all being said, he knew what had to be done, and while he was no Red Alert, he knew the others he'd seen wandering around would need these vehicles, so he quickly set to gathering supplies.
There was a bit of pragmatism to it, of course. If the humans and other creatures saw him aiding in the repair efforts, they would be less inclined to fear him when they were confronted with the fact that he was an enormous living machine. He hoped that they'd be like Rad and the others, but even then, he knew from their own tales that even those humans had initially mistrusted the sight of him.
And so, with Optimus cradling a small pile of car parts and whatnot in his arms, he sat down and began working at a large truck, much like himself. Unfortunately, it was easier said than done; while Optimus knew how to repair a Cybertronian relay and do rudimentary triage or maintenance on one of his own kind, a pickup was like night and day. He ended up crushing part of the engine with one of his massive fingers, eliciting a loud and somewhat uncharacteristic cry of "Slag!" that would more than likely be audible for quite some distance away.
02. [ Monsters Attack ]
This is where a giant, potentially terrifying mechanical life-form comes in handy. Optimus doesn't have his blaster. He doesn't have his trailer. He doesn't have Sparkplug with him, and he personally gave up the Matrix. He only has the weapons on his arms disguised as smokestacks, and his sheer strength to fight back with.
"Get behind me!" Optimus calls out to anyone small, throwing himself forward to use himself as a living shield. The Pisaca bite down and their teeth break against his armored hide, but it's the brutish alligators that manage to harm him with their bulk and electrical attacks, knocking him back and nearly overloading his systems. Optimus lets out a cry of agony, before grabbing at an alligator's tail and swinging it at its comrade, knocking it down and firing off energy blasts from his arm blasters, momentarily stunning them.
That's all well and good, but it just leaves him open to be ensnared by the thorny plant monsters, and despite their organic nature? Optimus is not able to break free so easily. Seems the one intent on being a shield needs some assistance himself...
03. [ Winding Down/Camp ]
And just like that, the battle is over. They're safe. They're free. The light has purged the campsite of the attackers and anything else troubling them. Normally, Optimus would feel relieved, and take this as an opportunity to relax and take solace in a battle well won.
Instead...he feels keyed up.
Something about every circuit in his body feels electric. Not just literally, but figuratively. Like he can do anything. Take on anyone. He hasn't felt this alive since his battle with Galvatron, and for once, that fact doesn't shame him.
After a few moments have passed, and he's allowed the humans a few moments of respite, he assumes the form of a semi truck in full view of everyone, revving his engine aggressively. "Do any of you humans feel like a race?!" he challenges. "There's a race track, and you've all got new cars, so why not try them out against a vehicle who really knows what it's doing?!"