Post by Spiritimus Prime on Jul 10, 2009 7:14:53 GMT -5
Rodimus wasn't sure how he had made it back to the Autobot base, but the last thing he remembered was quietly walking through the corridors, sneaking past the discussion between Optimus and the other Autobots, walking into his quarters and collapsing on his berth. His cloak hung loosely over him like a blanket, offering him warmth and some security.
Rodimus tried to slip into reacharge but he could never shake the thoughts of what had happened during the forest fire that he had fought against. Despite how much he tried, it just seemed almost impossible. He had nearly lost his and Moonshriek's life, he risked his friends' safety, and more importantly, he had almost distrusted the new Autobots that had tried to help. But his stubbornness had refused the offer of another Autobot's help, especially from Kickback and Hotshot.
"I don't think I'm cut out for this leadership buisness," the flamed mech muttered to himself. "Why did the Matrix choose me when it knew I was just someone who led a team? I'm not good enough for this. Both Spiritimus and Optimus make this look easy."
Rodimus slowly rolled onto his back, placed an arm behind his head and gazed up at the ceiling, his blue optics focused elsewhere. Even though he was tired, he didn't have the strength to sleep. His mind was too full of what had just occurred today. If he hadn't been there, then he was sure that the others would've managed without him.
"What's the point?" Rodimus asked quietly. "I'm just going to get my friends killed."
Suddenly, he heard voices at the back of his mind, whispering things into his audio receptors, things that were false to his mind. He knew that it was Nephthys trying to manipulate him and get into his head, but he refused to listen. He sighed and rolled onto his side, his back facing the entrance to his quarters, and he tried to block the voices by thinking about other things such as Spiritimus' return, how much joy he had felt, and Ultra Magnus' refusal to return to the Autobot side but still fighting for them.
You're not good enough to lead the Autobots, Rodimus, Nephthys' voice whispered. I know you. I know your thoughts, your dreams, and your wants and needs. Spiritimus and I are one in the same. What she thinks is what I think. What I think, she thinks. Our bodies maybe different, but our Sparks will forever be joined. Death or no death, one of us is going to die sooner or later.
Rodimus snarled, jumped off his recharge berth and leapt to his feet, screaming, "Get out of my head, you bastard! You're not Spiritimus! You are not Optimus! You aren't even worthy of the name Prime and you don't even deserve to live after everything you've done. When I meet you in battle, I'll be sure to rip your heads off one by one!"
He took a deep breath and continued.
"Whatever it is that you have planned, it will not work! Your ways of manipulation are getting old and you know that. You just want to get to me so that you can destroy me! You fragging hear me?"
Ah, whispered Nephthys, but are you capable of resisting me? You know that deep down you are not good enough to lead the Autobots. Optimus just put the burden on your shoulders so that Spiritimus will not have to put up with me. Now that you and I are communicating like brothers-in-arms, things are going to be different.
"Leave me alone!" Rodimus shouted again as he grabbed his head. "You won't win me over! I'm an Autobot, loyal to the core of my Spark. I may have the burden for now, but I will fight you off like any Decepticon manipulation I've been given before."
He shook his head again and turned away from the door, as if he was turning his back on the massive dragon himself.
"I am not as stupid as you think I am, Nephthys," he continued. "I've proven before that I can lead an Autobot team and I can prove to you that I can ignore your voice on trying to get me to betray my friends."
As Rodimus spoke, he sensed Nephthys' frown. He knew that the big dragon was annoyed that he was winning the little skirmish. He may have won the round, but he had not won the war that Spiritimus was able to beat by blocking off the thoughts of Nephthys. But she would never be able to block off Nephthys' negative thoughts and feelings. However, Rodimus was capable of such a method, but he was not experienced in putting up mental blocks in his head like Spiritimus was.
Slowly, but angrily, Rodimus had sensed the dragon pull away from his thoughts, but his anger and hatred was still there. Rodimus knew that the Matrix was only half an enemy. He would just have to deal with the false information that Nephthys would try to send him and listen to his Spark for the real info.
Tired, but satisfied, Rodimus returned to his berth, curled up into a ball and tried to recharge. But he could never get rid of the hate-filled words that Nephthys had sent him.
Rodimus tried to slip into reacharge but he could never shake the thoughts of what had happened during the forest fire that he had fought against. Despite how much he tried, it just seemed almost impossible. He had nearly lost his and Moonshriek's life, he risked his friends' safety, and more importantly, he had almost distrusted the new Autobots that had tried to help. But his stubbornness had refused the offer of another Autobot's help, especially from Kickback and Hotshot.
"I don't think I'm cut out for this leadership buisness," the flamed mech muttered to himself. "Why did the Matrix choose me when it knew I was just someone who led a team? I'm not good enough for this. Both Spiritimus and Optimus make this look easy."
Rodimus slowly rolled onto his back, placed an arm behind his head and gazed up at the ceiling, his blue optics focused elsewhere. Even though he was tired, he didn't have the strength to sleep. His mind was too full of what had just occurred today. If he hadn't been there, then he was sure that the others would've managed without him.
"What's the point?" Rodimus asked quietly. "I'm just going to get my friends killed."
Suddenly, he heard voices at the back of his mind, whispering things into his audio receptors, things that were false to his mind. He knew that it was Nephthys trying to manipulate him and get into his head, but he refused to listen. He sighed and rolled onto his side, his back facing the entrance to his quarters, and he tried to block the voices by thinking about other things such as Spiritimus' return, how much joy he had felt, and Ultra Magnus' refusal to return to the Autobot side but still fighting for them.
You're not good enough to lead the Autobots, Rodimus, Nephthys' voice whispered. I know you. I know your thoughts, your dreams, and your wants and needs. Spiritimus and I are one in the same. What she thinks is what I think. What I think, she thinks. Our bodies maybe different, but our Sparks will forever be joined. Death or no death, one of us is going to die sooner or later.
Rodimus snarled, jumped off his recharge berth and leapt to his feet, screaming, "Get out of my head, you bastard! You're not Spiritimus! You are not Optimus! You aren't even worthy of the name Prime and you don't even deserve to live after everything you've done. When I meet you in battle, I'll be sure to rip your heads off one by one!"
He took a deep breath and continued.
"Whatever it is that you have planned, it will not work! Your ways of manipulation are getting old and you know that. You just want to get to me so that you can destroy me! You fragging hear me?"
Ah, whispered Nephthys, but are you capable of resisting me? You know that deep down you are not good enough to lead the Autobots. Optimus just put the burden on your shoulders so that Spiritimus will not have to put up with me. Now that you and I are communicating like brothers-in-arms, things are going to be different.
"Leave me alone!" Rodimus shouted again as he grabbed his head. "You won't win me over! I'm an Autobot, loyal to the core of my Spark. I may have the burden for now, but I will fight you off like any Decepticon manipulation I've been given before."
He shook his head again and turned away from the door, as if he was turning his back on the massive dragon himself.
"I am not as stupid as you think I am, Nephthys," he continued. "I've proven before that I can lead an Autobot team and I can prove to you that I can ignore your voice on trying to get me to betray my friends."
As Rodimus spoke, he sensed Nephthys' frown. He knew that the big dragon was annoyed that he was winning the little skirmish. He may have won the round, but he had not won the war that Spiritimus was able to beat by blocking off the thoughts of Nephthys. But she would never be able to block off Nephthys' negative thoughts and feelings. However, Rodimus was capable of such a method, but he was not experienced in putting up mental blocks in his head like Spiritimus was.
Slowly, but angrily, Rodimus had sensed the dragon pull away from his thoughts, but his anger and hatred was still there. Rodimus knew that the Matrix was only half an enemy. He would just have to deal with the false information that Nephthys would try to send him and listen to his Spark for the real info.
Tired, but satisfied, Rodimus returned to his berth, curled up into a ball and tried to recharge. But he could never get rid of the hate-filled words that Nephthys had sent him.
