Transformers Echoes of the Future (Double SI)

Location- Earth D-16 Pov:

My optics swept over the two unknown cybertronians who had myself and Orion at gunpoint. I quickly but slowly moved myself in front of Orion to protect him. A white mech brimming with cocky energy wielded a pair of swords. His posture relaxed but that was a lie he was prone to attack at any given sign. However, the opposite can be said for this femme blaster pointed at her pink and blue armour gleaming under the sun.

I took a step forward, shielding Orion, my frame casting a shadow over the femme. "We don't have time for this. Let us go." My voice was as sharp and commanding as I could make it.

The white mech tenses, but the femme doesn't flinch. "Not happening." Her voice comes out sarcastic, "Sit tight, Prime is coming to meet you." Orion looks at me and shrugs.

That ... name Optimus Prime why on Primus do I have to deal with another Prime first I meet Sentinel then one of the thirteen who shows Sentinel as a fraud a betrayer and now another Prime I shift my gaze to Orion who looks as confused as me and I nod for him to take over and talk and he ..... WHISTLES.

"Optimus Prime? Why is there another Sentinel pretender."

The femme looks at me with narrowed eyes and shoots me sending me to the floor. "Don't ever speak about Prime like that."

Pain shot through my systems as I hit the ground, the femme's blast leaving a scorch mark on my plating. My processors buzzed, cycling through dozens of scenarios, none of which painted an easy path out of this.

Orion immediately dropped to one knee beside me, his face twisted with alarm. "Hey! That was uncalled for!" His voice carried a mix of disbelief and anger, hands hovering unsurely over my frame.

The white mech tilted his head, a smirk creeping across his face. "Better watch your mouth next time," he drawled. He spun one of his swords lazily, but the deliberate flick of his optics toward the femme told me he was ready for a fight if Orion retaliated.

I struggled to sit up, the energon leaking sluggishly from the wound. "Orion," I ground out. My voice carried the weight of my command, despite the searing pain. "No sudden moves."

"Good advice," the femme sneered, her blaster still trained on me. Her stance remained rigid, her optics blazing with warning. "You're lucky that was just a warning shot. Speak ill of Prime again, and I'll aim somewhere more critical."

I gritted my denta, my temper flaring despite the vulnerability of our position. Who did they think they were? I looked up at her, defiance burning in my optics. "Just like Sentinel you Lord over us common bots ," I snapped. "What do you even want from us?"

The femme didn't answer immediately. Instead, she exchanged a glance with the white mech. A silent communication passed between them, too subtle and practiced for me to decipher.

"We're not here to kill you," the mech finally said, his smirk fading into something more serious. He rested one sword against his shoulder, the other hanging loosely at his side. "Not unless you make us. But Prime—our Prime—wants to see you, and trust me, you're going to want to see him too."

Orion scoffed, stepping in front of me like a shield. "And why would we want that? Every Prime we've met so far has been either a liar, a tyrant, or both except for Alpha Trion." His voice dripped with disdain, but I could hear the edge of fear beneath it.

The femme's optics flicked to Orion, her expression hardening. "Watch your tone," she said coldly. "Optimus Prime is nothing like that."

"Prove it," Orion challenged, crossing his arms. "Because right now, you're all bluster and no substance."

Before the femme could reply, a low rumble filled the air. It was subtle at first, just a faint vibration in the ground beneath us. But it grew steadily louder, deeper, until it felt like the very earth was trembling beneath an immense force.

The white mech stepped back, his posture tightening as he glanced over his shoulder. "He's here."

The femme didn't look away from Orion, her blaster still leveled at him. "You'll see for yourself soon enough."

And then he appeared.

A towering figure strode into view, his crimson and cobalt armor gleaming in the sunlight. His steps were heavy and deliberate, each one carrying the weight of authority and power. His optics glowed a piercing blue, and the ancient insignia of the wait isn't that one of Orion doodles adorned his chestplate.

Optimus Prime.

He stopped a short distance away, his gaze sweeping over the scene before settling on me. "Wheeljack, Arcee stand down we do not treat neutrals this way and I apologise we are not your enemy," he said, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that seemed to echo through the air itself. "But we have much to discuss if you are willing to accompany us to our base we may talk more freely."

I kept my optics locked on Optimus Prime, ignoring the sharp ache radiating from the wound in my side. His voice was calm, but there was no mistaking the authority behind it. That kind of tone didn't come from kindness alone. It came from experience, from power, and from the expectation of being obeyed. I wasn't about to let that sway me.

Orion, ever the wildcard, tilted his head and gave Prime a once-over. "So, you're Optimus Prime," he said, his tone casual but dripping with sarcasm. "Gotta admit, you're a bit more… colorful than I was expecting."

I winced internally. "Orion," I snapped, "now's not the time to poke the mech with the big stick."

"Relax, D," he replied, a grin audible in his voice. "I'm just testing the waters."

Optimus didn't rise to Orion's bait but did look between us. Instead, he shifted his gaze to me, those piercing blue optics boring into mine. "You and your friend are not from here," he said. It wasn't a question—it was a statement.

I stiffened but kept my voice steady. "What gave that away?"

The mech called Wheeljack snorted, spinning one of his swords idly. "Maybe the way you talk about Sentinel like he's still stomping around? Newsflash, pal—whoever this Sentinel is, we've never heard of him."

"And yet you speak of the Thirteen as if their fate is common knowledge," Arcee added, her tone sharp. "Those are just myths here. Stories."

My spark jolted at her words. Myths? Stories? I glanced at Orion, who looked equally unsettled. Our world had been shaped by the Thirteen Primes, their rise and their tragic fall from at the now the betrayer Sentinel's hands. To hear that they were little more than legends here felt… wrong. Like the universe itself was mocking us.

Optimus raised a hand, silencing his subordinates. "It is clear that your knowledge comes from a different history—one that diverges sharply from ours."

"Different history," I repeated, my optics narrowing. "What are you saying? That this is some alternate reality? That we've been—what? Transported here?"

Optimus's expression remained calm, but I caught the faintest flicker of something in his optics. "That would explain much," he said carefully. "Your arrival here was no accident. I suspect it was orchestrated."

"By who?" I demanded. My voice rose despite myself, my frame trembling with barely contained frustration. "And why?"

"That," Optimus said, his tone solemn, "is something I do not know."

Orion groaned, throwing his hands in the air. "Oh, great. Another Prime who talks in riddles. Just what we needed."

"Orion." My voice came hard and fast, cutting him off before he could spiral. "Let me handle this."

He didn't reply immediately, but I caught the faintest flicker of his optics in my direction—a silent acknowledgment.

Turning back to Optimus, I forced myself to stand straighter, ignoring the burning pain in my side. "Why should we trust you? For all we know, this is some elaborate trap."

"You have no reason to trust me," Optimus admitted. His honesty caught me off guard, but I didn't let it show. "But I believe your presence here is a part of something far greater than any of us. And I swear to you with all my power I will get you back home."

Arcee and Wheeljack exchanged uneasy glances. It was clear they weren't thrilled with their leader's decision, but they didn't argue. That, more than anything, spoke volumes about Optimus's influence.

Orion folded his arms, glaring at Optimus. "And what if we say no? You gonna let us go, or is this one of those 'cooperate or else' deals?"

For the first time, Optimus's expression hardened. "If you refuse to come willingly, I will not force you. But understand this—there are forces at work here on this planet that threaten more than just your lives."

My spark clenched. As much as I hated to admit it, there was something in his voice that struck a chord deep within me. I looked at Orion, who raised an optic ridge at me.

"What do you think, D?" he asked his tone lighter than it had any right to be. "Do we trust Captain Gravitas over here?"

"I don't trust anyone except for you," I replied. "But if what he's saying is true… we can't ignore it."

Orion sighed. "Figures you'd say that. Fine. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you."

I ignored his quip, turning back to Optimus. "We'll come with you," I said grudgingly. "But don't think for a second that this means we're on your side. We're here for to get home nothing more."

Optimus inclined his head. "That is all I ask."

As we fell into step behind him, my mind churned with unanswered questions. Who had brought us here? Why? And am I going to die of a spark attack from Pax's antics.