Aftermath *Transformers One*

I've come to a conclusion...This is a crack/serious fic. There's no way I can't have it be purely serious with the Thirteen haunting Optimus, alright haha. Also, do we like the little posters for each chapter? I'll try to do my best to match the images to the chapter, but we shall see how it goes. Trying to stick with screenshots from TF One only, might use a few from TFP but we'll see. 

Cycle: 1 day
Vorn: 1 year

Yes...these are shorter chapters, but this is more of a chill fic for me to work on. (Remember when I thought 2500(This is 2600)was a lot? Those were the days haha)

 .・゜-: ✧☾⚝☽✧ :-゜・.

"You shouldn't be here, it is not safe, " Megatron said, turning to face the expanse of land ahead, looming a few feet taller than the femme beside him. His crimson optics reflected the red horizon ahead, of which the sun would soon rise, covering the land in a sheet of light and hope.

Koda moved forward, reaching out for the silver mech, but he stepped back, "D, you shouldn't be out here, there–"

"If you don't remember, I was exiled from Iacon," Megatron snapped, "I killed Sentinel," He stood over Koda, towering over her smaller frame, though she stood with just as much power as the mech before her.

"I'm not scared of you," She said, meeting his steely optics, "Because I know you. I knew your intentions, and they were true. However, there were other opportunities to resolve the issue, aside from an execution."

Megatron huffed out a small puff of steam from his vents, "Don't remind me," He grumbled, leaning against the train's wall, arms crossed over his chassis as he lowered his helm slightly, keeping his gaze focused on the ground.

Silence rang through the train car as they headed back towards Iacon. Koda kept her gaze sealed on the horizon, while Megatron kept an optic on the femme, making sure she was definitely okay, he knew she was good at hiding her pain, and therefore he often had to keep an eye on her when they worked in the mines.

.・゜-: ✧☾⚝☽✧ :-゜・.

Heavy footfalls echoed through the empty cavern as Optimus Prime entered the slowly crumbling mine system.

He looked around, it all felt so familiar...

The walls, torn down to seek out the once valuable Energon. The halls, long and deep, were supported by the miners who once worked till their gears stripped. Energon refineries still on the move, producing more fuel with the remains of the mined Energon. The strung lights above flickered slightly, dim in the soft light of the glowing Energon.

He knelt, the Matrix casting a blue glow over the drill in front of him.

"This place," Optimus glanced up at Alchemist, the ghostly Prime looked around curiously as the remaining twelve Primes too followed their brother as they explored the mine, "What is it?"

"Some would call it a prison, some call it Hell, but to others it's known as one thing," He picked up the drill in his blue servos carefully, dusting off the remnants of shattered rock, "A home."

"Pah! That is ridiculous!" Micronus exclaimed, his small figure tossing his servos into the air dramatically.

Optimus shook his helm, "You would not understand," He said, carrying the drill over to a nearby office, the ghostly Primes were forced to follow, being attached to the Matrix, they were unable to stray far from the old relic, "Many of us grew up with this life. Forced into it from the day we onlined, this was all I knew," Optimus set the drill down onto the desk and walked across the room to the large glass window which overlooked the large Energon refinery, "I've been online for 28 vorns, every day was spent here, spare for the few cycles that we had off. All I'm trying to say is this, the new generation that comes after us, will not know this as their beginning, they'll know a free world, they will be spared from the death and suffering of those who came before them."