#elitecommanderess

OUT OF FAITH.

Let’s have a more specifically TF-related unpopular opinion this time: I do not believe that Megatron and Optimus Prime, as presented in TFP canon, are actually equals. As in, they do not wield anywhere near the same amount of practical power.

About the only point where they actually are equals is in rank. As the top guys of their respective factions, they both give orders to the people below them, and don’t receive any, because there’s no-one else above them to receive from. This, in my opinion, counts for very little.

In almost every other aspect, the equation is weighted in Megatron’s favour. He has more resources, more manpower, better and bigger technology, the ability to leave the planet whenever he wants, and he just plain doesn’t care about who or what he destroys in order to get his way. Optimus is constantly on the back foot where Megatron is concerned. He goes and takes the initiative in attacking Megatron directly like twice in the series. He is almost always reacting to Megatron’s prior actions — because he just plain does not have the ability to do anything else about it. As far as their opposition to each other goes, it is a very one-sided relationship.

Of course, in Season 3, Optimus’ upgrades even the playing field somewhat. However, he is still stuck basing all his operations out of a shed on a human airbase, with less than ten mecha under his command. Compare that to Megatron, with a warship and hundreds of foot-soldiers alongside a recently-returned scientific genius and a fucking robot dragon.

Social power like this counts for a fucking lot. War might not be your usual social structure, but it is a social structure of sorts. Hence, there’s an imbalance. And yet I rarely, if ever, see it brought up.

There hadn’t been much hope of seeing the Commander after the war. Relatively speaking, a few thousand years was nothing to them in the grand scheme of things. But Cybertron wasn’t any more inhabitable than before and even Bumblebee wasn’t optimistic enough to believe he’d ever see the Commander again.

Yet, there she was, standing in the middle of the hangar. He approached her slowly, optics spinning as he tried to determine if she was real or not. A quick scan revealed that yes, there was a spark pulse and yes, he could sense the outer fringes of an EM field. He could feel his own flare to life and before his processor could protest, he was barreling towards her.

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7/12

[What’s that sound?]

Howl by Florence and the Machine

If you could only see the beast you've made of meI held it in but now it seems you've set it running freeThe saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unboundI hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground

Guillotine by Yadi 

@elitecommanderess

        Another day, another interrogation session. But today would be a special one, because she has the pleasure of sharing her company with on the highest ranking Autobots: the esteemed Elita One. The commanding officer made a poor choice and followed a Decepticon scout right into an ambush, the ambush she planned out. Airachnid knew she would get at least one Autobot to fall into her web, but not one of such high rank. Oh her own commanding officers would be so pleased with her.

The Eradicon guards dragged the Autobot into the interrorgation room and hung her from her shackles as they waited for Airachnid to arrive. The room was as it usually was; pitch black with the only exception being the light from overhead and the light from the electricity the cuffs gave off. The other most noticeable thing about the room other than the lack of light was the overwhelming smell of acid, energon, and chemicals; enough to make those weaker in the tank pass out if exposed to it long enough.