Transformers Prime: I am Allspark

"Ooooooww! Calm down Fowler, it's not Optimus' fault, it's most likely Megatron's." Jack said, trying to defend the leader of the Autobots, saying it wasn't fair for Optimus to take the blame for what was happening.

"What! Megatron's back? Explain this! I thought the Decepticon leader was dead!" Fowler became even more irritated, his expression all crinkled with anger and stress.

"We found Megatron in the forest before the energy blast reached its peak, and everything leads us to believe that whatever caused it was what Megatron and the Decepticons were looking for." Optimus replied, still a little surprised to see Megatron in person after believing he had died in the space bridge explosion; the fact that he had survived was still difficult to comprehend, as the metal alloy Megatron was made of should not have been so resistant to that point.

"Damn, it seems like things just keep getting worse." Fowler sighed tiredly, looking at the Prime team, knowing that they could not repair the damage that had already been done. "Since the military attacked the forest, the entire region attacked by the insects has been reduced to dust, an entire kilometer of that region to be exact. The real problem is that our satellites have detected that the forest has begun to expand its territory, slowly taking over everything, like a parasite."

"You mean..." Jack tried to say, but was quickly cut off.

"This thing could spread all over the United States, even the entire planet," Fowler said with bitterness in his voice. "There is strong talk of using heavy weapons to destroy it, even nuclear weapons, and even China and Russia are urging us to use our weapons against ourselves."

"Agent Fowler, I understand your concern for your planet, but attacking something unknown that even we don't know how to deal with could lead to a larger scale counterattack." Ratchet quickly intervened, wanting to make clear the level of danger the situation posed. "It is quite possible that the forest adapts and learns, and if you attack with a larger scale of weapons, you could cause the forest to go into a frenzy and see humanity as a plague to be exterminated."

"SO WHAT DO WE DO!!!????" Fowler shouted, slamming his fists on the railing, the sound of the impact quite obvious.

"At this time, Agent Fowler, it is advisable to wait and study the forest without attacking, so that we can find a way to reverse the situation." Optimus said, trying to reassure Fowle. He understood more than anyone the responsibility of carrying an entire world on his shoulders.

"Optimus, was there nothing like this on Cybertron?" Raf asked, as Ratchet had been teaching him about Cybertron from time to time over the past few weeks, and was a surprisingly good teacher.

"Cybertron has many ancient histories, even before my birth, but none of them showed anything like this." Optimus said, remembering the transmission and the language the forest spoke when it was attacked. "Ratchet, rewind the transmission, I want to review the moment the Forest announced the attack."

"What are you thinking?" Bulkhead asked, confused.

"Optimus, do you think you can find out what language was used?" Ratchet asked, knowing the past of his friend Optimus Prime, or rather Orion Pax, the historical archivist of the IACON library.

"Maybe, but if it's a completely new language, it'll take more time." Optimus explained as he began to check the journalist's transmission.

"What does it matter? It doesn't solve anything!" Fowler lamented, losing hope for a workable solution that wouldn't lead to chaos.

"To save your world, Agent Fowler, it is sometimes necessary to use methods other than violence." Optimus looked at the screen and heard the female voice coming from the forest, usually not understanding her speech.

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Optimus listened to the message several times, still not understanding what was being said, while everyone watched without hope for the situation except Ratchet, who trusted in the skills and historical knowledge his friend carried in his mind.

Optimus' focus on finding a solution was so deep that Agent Fowler's complaint and the discussion he began with Ratchet became insignificant to him, as if he were the only one there. The Leadership Matrix in his chest began to glow within him, resonating with Optimus' mind and causing him to open his eyes as he finally understood the words of the forest.

[You insignificant beings, you dare to desecrate my territory and my people! Then you will receive my wrath in return!]

"That can't be..." Optimus said, causing everyone to stop arguing and look at him in confusion.

"Did you find anything useful Optimus?" Jack asked, hoping that Optimus had found something that could be the first step toward resolving the crisis, though he was internally conflicted about whether it was even possible to resolve the crisis without putting more people in danger.

"Did you find anything we can use to blow up this forest?" Fowler asked, pounding his fist into the palm of his other hand.

"I wasn't expecting this, the forest was communicating in an extremely ancient language." Optimus replied, still in disbelief at what he had discovered.

"How old are we talking?" Ratchet asked, crossing his arms.

Optimus turned and looked at his autobot and human friends with a look of confusion. "The forest was communicating in the first language of Cybertron."

Ratchet opened his eyes in amazement, unlike the others who did not understand the weight of Optimus' words, he used his mind perfectly to understand what time in Cybertron's history Optimus was referring to when he said the first language was used.

"By Allspark... is Optimus sure?" Ratchet asked, wanting an exact confirmation.

"I don't understand." Bulkhead and Fowler said in unison.

"Can you two tell us exactly what you're talking about?" Arcee asked, since she wasn't really a scholar of Cybertronian history. Before the war, she was just an ordinary girl who enjoyed her life without worries, so it was obvious that she hadn't even studied the ancient legends, but only relied on the basic knowledge of the population about the most recent or minimally feasible beliefs of Cybertron.

"The forest communicated using the language of the Ancients, or rather, the language the original Primes used with the first generation of Cybertronians in the first era of Cybertron." Optimus revealed, to Arcee's shock and disbelief, Bulkhead and Bumblebee, who understood his and Ratchet's astonishment.

"The era of the Primes... well... that changes things." Ratchet said, putting his hands on your waist, not knowing how to proceed.

"What was this era of the Primes like? Is it like the golden age of rock'n'roll?" Miko asked, crossing her arms. "Are they related to Optimus?"

"Well... it's more complex than it seems. It was considered the time when the Gods walked with the population of that time, the Thirteen Primes, the first Cybertronians and the most powerful in existence, with the function of fighting against Chaos." Ratchet said with a deep admiration for this history of Cybertron. "Alpha Trion, Nexus Prime, Micronus Prime, Quintus Prime, Liege Maximo, Zeta Prime, Alchemist Prime, Solus Prime, Amalgamous Prime, and the four most powerful that stood out Onyx Prime, Vector Prime, Prima Prime and Megatronus Prime."