"Burn it down! Burn it all down!"
@glitchedxout - from Locust
Transformers One Starters.
" W-What-- no! " Optimus practically cried out at the Queen as the horde of white descended upon the town.
These creatures, ones he could barely describe-- with what little he knew, he'd remembered ancient stories of these things during one of the many wars of Cybertron, biologically engineered. From what he knew, the Quintessons had possible contact, these things could've been used against the ancient Cybertronians in the olden days of Cybertron-- had lashed out in rage against the humans. Women screamed, men tried to lead the way or cowered or ran, children cried. The crying-- the crying!
" T-These humans-- they didn't do anything to you! They are afraid-- they--! "
Optimus couldn't waste any time. The humans had to be saved!
Transforming, the large truck slammed the pedal to the metal, charging into the fray-- it sped past the male White Spikes, slamming into another with full force. He transformed, quickly, and grabbed at one of the Spikes and threw them off into another. His large body hunched, now shielding a few humans who looked up at him with an equal amount of terror. Yet, Optimus furrowed his brow-plates. Another bioengineered weapon attempted to approach him, yet Optimus REFUSED to let it even get close.
He turned, swinging his giant fusion cannon arm around, charging it just for a quick second-- only for it to fire and BLAST through the creature without hesitation, sending it flying with a sizzling hole in its torso. He picked up the humans, placing them near one of the buildings. " You must stay here. I will protect you. " It seemed like it was the only time these humans properly listened to him of all people. They'd rushed and scrambled away into the building, hiding away into the darkness, away from the White Spikes. Optimus stood, head turning and his optics staring down Locust in question.
Flashes went through his mind. A small babe, a little one, crying, screaming. Screaming out. Papa. Papa.
Wires suddenly fell out of every part of the child's body. The eyes, now hollow sockets. The nostrils, stuffed and filling the lungs. The mouth, vomiting machinery, all of it connecting the child to the smoky clawed hand of 'it'.
Optimus's head suddenly craned backwards with a horrifying creak of metal, too fast for his own good, but he didn't even seem to notice it. Instead, when his head lowered as if he were bringing himself to reality... What flickered in his optics then was a pale purple color. In his optics, there was only hate. Rage. Fueled by the thoughts that didn't seem like his own, fueled by unending, ceaseless fury.
He'd kill the Queen. Go for the leader. And the rest shall fall.
His fusion cannon suddenly began to charge itself, and Optimus-- without any regard for his own being-- suddenly began to sprint, full-speed, for Locust, each step thumping against the dirt like mountains were falling, coming closer and closer with every second.
" How DARE YOU-- HOW DARE YOU? THEY DID NOTHING--! "