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I thought of extending the scene between Optimus and Quintessa's first meeting, and she reveals about...everything.

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''I made you...you are MINE to command.''

(those words Echoed through the Prime's processor as he tries his best to turn his gaze away from his maker, saying nothing while the chains still held him down. the Prime of Life tilted her helm, as she was floating above him. with a slight smirk on her face)

Quintessa: (chuckles) It must have been a long time indeed, if you don't recognize your creator. You've become a powerful warrior. I am rather impressed. I assume you've also taken the role of a leader?

Optimus: Cybertron....

Quintessa: ....?

Optimus: Cybertron is in a state of chaos. I was drawing close to being able to restore it, but now it is even more devastated than before. Why have you done this? our world was finally going to be saved.

Quintessa: Why you may ask? (floats down so her ''creation'' can make eye contact with her) your current state... I thought it would be a good funeral pyre, a testament to the failure of Cybertron and your kind. You see, Optimus, I AM your maker, and like any good parent I must discipline my children when they act rashly.

Optimus: (defiant) I was created by the AllSpark, just like every other Cybertronian!

Quintessa: Really? And why would you say that?

Optimus: Because I know it to be true. I have also recognized you as Quintessa, head of the Quintesson High Council, who ruled Cybertron once and were forced off of the Planet after trying to conquer it eons ago!

Quintessa: Ah, yes. I'd forgotten that you were once an archivist. Well, let me tell you a story you wouldn't find in any book.

Optimus: ...?

Quintessa: (From her open palm held aloft forms a holographic display, that shows what she is telling Optimus)
While it is true that Primus created the original thirteen Primes, the first of the Cybertronian race. what you don't know is that Primus' AllSpark was weakened by the action to the point where he could not make any more Transformers. Searching for a way to heal their master, the Primes turned to us, a race well-established across the stars. They asked for a people made in Primus' image, and we obliged.

Optimus: what...?

Quintessa: (fondly) You were our finest creation, and we were to lead you to glory.

Optimus: The Quintessons are rulers, not leaders. A leader sets an example and inspires others. A ruler wields power like a tyrant!

Quintessa: (with contempt) But, like petulant children, you saw fit to rebel against our guidance. You took Primus, and the technology we created to heal the AllSpark, to the world that would become known as Cybertron. Our invasion was an offering of forgiveness, but our generosity was cast down and trodden upon! (Closes her hand into a fist and cuts off the hologram) The others on the council wanted to bring their wrath down upon your kind, but I convinced them to wait for an opportunity to present itself. (chuckles) And now, with you at my mercy, that opportunity has finally arrived.

Optimus: Whatever it is you believe you will do, you will fail.

Quintessa: You really think that? Do you think that your race's petty little factions will stop squabbling amongst each other long enough for that to happen? Do you think that the primitives of that backwater world will not be crushed under our heel, like what you could have done years ago, especially after they have betrayed you? Do you actually believe that you stand any chance at all, hm?

Optimus: I do, because Cybertronians and humans are more alike than you may believe. Though both of our kinds are capable of good and evil in equal measure, we both possess the right to be free and an indomitable spirit, like any other being in the universe. Though we both may fight amongst ourselves, we will always come together to face a common enemy, and we will NEVER. Give. Up.

(Quintessa lets loose a bolt of energy from her fist, which hits Optimus and makes him cry out in pain)

Quintessa: I assure you Optimus, I am FAR from common. As for your ''freedom'' (hold open a hand and lets it glow with energy.) we'll just have to see about that.

Optimus: Do your worst.

(The two glare each other down for some time before a wicked smile spreads across Quintessa's face and she begins to shoot at the Prime with more bolts of Energy in an attempt to break his spirit. Optimus tries to resist, but he soon begins to scream in pain. as he is now facing his Judgement to pay for his crimes, as well as the crimes done by his people. all done at the hands of his maker. but she will not kill him...for she has plans for him when the Prime learns his place. after a few minutes of torturing him, she stopped when Optimus' frame began to be severely damaged. not only that, the mark on his face Quintessa saw how Optimus fights her control. She saw his confused look which then turned into a content smile.)

Quintessa: I have to admit that I am quite proud of you. None of your brothers could come close to be so...powerful and strong. You are my perfect work, Optimus. So tell me... what do you really want?

Optimus: What did you do to me? what did you put in my head?

Quintessa: Something that will help you realize where your place is~

(So that's it...Quintessa tried to take control of his mind. He didn't know how she did it, but all he knew is that He wasn't allowed to forget who he is.)

Optimus: You want me to be your puppet at all costs. Maybe you're my Creator, Quintessa. but I am not your slave.

Quintessa: you WILL listen to your maker. be it at your own will or not! (to Infernocus) Infernocus, do our guest to the Observatory. We will talk there!

Infernocus: Yes. Lady Quintessa!

END OF SCENE

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Description
I thought of extending the scene between Optimus and Quintessa's first meeting, and she reveals about...everything.

-----------------------

''I made you...you are MINE to command.''

(those words Echoed through the Prime's processor as he tries his best to turn his gaze away from his maker, saying nothing while the chains still held him down. the Prime of Life tilted her helm, as she was floating above him. with a slight smirk on her face)

Quintessa: (chuckles) It must have been a long time indeed, if you don't recognize your creator. You've become a powerful warrior. I am rather impressed. I assume you've also taken the role of a leader?

Optimus: Cybertron....

Quintessa: ....?

Optimus: Cybertron is in a state of chaos. I was drawing close to being able to restore it, but now it is even more devastated than before. Why have you done this? our world was finally going to be saved.

Quintessa: Why you may ask? (floats down so her ''creation'' can make eye contact with her) your current state... I thought it would be a good funeral pyre, a testament to the failure of Cybertron and your kind. You see, Optimus, I AM your maker, and like any good parent I must discipline my children when they act rashly.

Optimus: (defiant) I was created by the AllSpark, just like every other Cybertronian!

Quintessa: Really? And why would you say that?

Optimus: Because I know it to be true. I have also recognized you as Quintessa, head of the Quintesson High Council, who ruled Cybertron once and were forced off of the Planet after trying to conquer it eons ago!

Quintessa: Ah, yes. I'd forgotten that you were once an archivist. Well, let me tell you a story you wouldn't find in any book.

Optimus: ...?

Quintessa: (From her open palm held aloft forms a holographic display, that shows what she is telling Optimus)
While it is true that Primus created the original thirteen Primes, the first of the Cybertronian race. what you don't know is that Primus' AllSpark was weakened by the action to the point where he could not make any more Transformers. Searching for a way to heal their master, the Primes turned to us, a race well-established across the stars. They asked for a people made in Primus' image, and we obliged.

Optimus: what...?

Quintessa: (fondly) You were our finest creation, and we were to lead you to glory.

Optimus: The Quintessons are rulers, not leaders. A leader sets an example and inspires others. A ruler wields power like a tyrant!

Quintessa: (with contempt) But, like petulant children, you saw fit to rebel against our guidance. You took Primus, and the technology we created to heal the AllSpark, to the world that would become known as Cybertron. Our invasion was an offering of forgiveness, but our generosity was cast down and trodden upon! (Closes her hand into a fist and cuts off the hologram) The others on the council wanted to bring their wrath down upon your kind, but I convinced them to wait for an opportunity to present itself. (chuckles) And now, with you at my mercy, that opportunity has finally arrived.

Optimus: Whatever it is you believe you will do, you will fail.

Quintessa: You really think that? Do you think that your race's petty little factions will stop squabbling amongst each other long enough for that to happen? Do you think that the primitives of that backwater world will not be crushed under our heel, like what you could have done years ago, especially after they have betrayed you? Do you actually believe that you stand any chance at all, hm?

Optimus: I do, because Cybertronians and humans are more alike than you may believe. Though both of our kinds are capable of good and evil in equal measure, we both possess the right to be free and an indomitable spirit, like any other being in the universe. Though we both may fight amongst ourselves, we will always come together to face a common enemy, and we will NEVER. Give. Up.

(Quintessa lets loose a bolt of energy from her fist, which hits Optimus and makes him cry out in pain)

Quintessa: I assure you Optimus, I am FAR from common. As for your ''freedom'' (hold open a hand and lets it glow with energy.) we'll just have to see about that.

Optimus: Do your worst.

(The two glare each other down for some time before a wicked smile spreads across Quintessa's face and she begins to shoot at the Prime with more bolts of Energy in an attempt to break his spirit. Optimus tries to resist, but he soon begins to scream in pain. as he is now facing his Judgement to pay for his crimes, as well as the crimes done by his people. all done at the hands of his maker. but she will not kill him...for she has plans for him when the Prime learns his place. after a few minutes of torturing him, she stopped when Optimus' frame began to be severely damaged. not only that, the mark on his face Quintessa saw how Optimus fights her control. She saw his confused look which then turned into a content smile.)

Quintessa: I have to admit that I am quite proud of you. None of your brothers could come close to be so...powerful and strong. You are my perfect work, Optimus. So tell me... what do you really want?

Optimus: What did you do to me? what did you put in my head?

Quintessa: Something that will help you realize where your place is~

(So that's it...Quintessa tried to take control of his mind. He didn't know how she did it, but all he knew is that He wasn't allowed to forget who he is.)

Optimus: You want me to be your puppet at all costs. Maybe you're my Creator, Quintessa. but I am not your slave.

Quintessa: you WILL listen to your maker. be it at your own will or not! (to Infernocus) Infernocus, do our guest to the Observatory. We will talk there!

Infernocus: Yes. Lady Quintessa!

END OF SCENE

Transformers stuff belong to Hasbro