#hinthint lockdown is a liar 🤫

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Part 2/3 - 👏🏻 👏🏻 Part 1 below. 😘

Optimus is fighting some sparkless creature spawned from humans who understand so little about their planet. It’s viscous in it’s attacks. He’s landing his hits but it doesn’t matter. The creature is patching up any damage he creates with this nano technology.

A sharp pain rips through his shoulder as he realizes another enemy has entered the battle. As he turns he sees the large ship that seems to have just materialized out of no where, but too late does he realize the new comers face is transforming into a very large sniper.

The blast he takes to the chest is paralyzing. Tessa is screaming from inside the car he has landed on, as she begs him to get up and fight. For not the first time he feels like he’s experiencing deja vu. He’s picturing Y/N face streaked with tears as they plead with him to get up after the Fallen had stolen the Matrix.

“I can’t. Get out of here” he groans as he struggles to move his limbs. As the enemy reaches his side he does not know who he is or what faction he belongs to.

“I feel sorry for you Prime. Your allegiance to these humans…” he trails off with a smirk “well their loyalty is fragile. But no matter, that’s not why I’m here.” He rises with a confidence born of success. “Your creators want you back”. With a hand gesture a ship moves forward and a net is deployed insnaring himself and the vehicle containing Tessa.

He is helpless as he sees and hears Cade screaming for his daughter to break the glass to escape, but they are rising too high in the air and she is too weak.

“Cade! Warn the Autobots!” He shouts as they ascend further as Tessa cries for her father not to leave her.

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Optimus is being dragged through the ship on his back trying to gather his surroundings.

The pain he’s feeling in his chest from the shot is fading but he still can not move any of his limbs, and he can barely swivel his helm left to right. He knows this place but doesn’t. Lockdown shortly confirms his suspicions. A once grand ship for the knights of Cybertron turned prison. Just another thing of his past gone. Disgraced.

There’s something or someone in a cage next to an open one, but he can’t properly see who or what.

“…but I ’ve collected all the knights. But you!” Lockdown mercilessly takes his now transformed hooked hand and digs it into Optimus’s leg; dragging him closer to the cage. A large claw darts out as Lockdown slams his leg up to meet it. The claw only drags him in further, then up as he dangles there like some prize.

“The creators want to sweep the chess board clean.” Lockdown says hitting a button on the outside of the cage. He turns to leave as sharp pieces of metal protrude from the wall insuring Optimus won’t make any sudden escapes.

“I’m slave to no one.” He grounds out tired of this game. He no longer cares for Lockdown’s riddles.

Lockdown stops his departure to look over shoulder and smirk down at Optimus. He turns around fully and strides back up to the cage.

“All this species mixing with species…” Lockdown pauses as he kneels down to get in Optimus’s face. His hand suddenly darting out and painfully grasping him by the helm.

“It upsets the cosmic balance.” He sneers “the creators, they don’t like it. They built you to do what you were told. Not frolic about playing at nice with these humans.” Lockdown’s hand tightens on his helm and drags him closer. “Not pledging yourself to one either” the smirk is back now as he pushes Optimus back into the cage metal grazing his sides.

“Y/N L/N. I’m good at my job Prime. It was an easy mark.” Lockdown says closing the door.

“What did you do to them?!” A deep rage takes hold of him. Optimus struggles not caring for the metal now fully biting into him.

A scoff leaves Lockdown as he turns away from him.

“I did what I do best.”

The rage intensifies as a knife drags into his spark.

“I’ll kill you” Optimus mutters. “I’ll rip your spark out.” He says getting steadily louder. “I will send you back in pieces from which your master sent you. DO YOU HEAR ME?!” His vocals constrict under the volume of which he’s now shouting.

Lockdown’s laughter echos through the ship as Optimus’s screams rattle it.