On a Dark Desert Highway

[eliteinpink]

A pink car roars through the night, wheels all but gliding over the highway. The land all around is empty, barren. There is a bleak sort of beauty to it, a beauty one can only appreciate with the right kind of eyes

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[prime_optimus]

A heavy truck also roars through the night, in search of a way to help quell that anger, following a young Autobot he barely knows.

Optimus Prime had had a hard decision to make, when last he'd spoke with Elita-1. Truth be told, it was a decision he still agonized over. Spend time with her, thanks to this Nexus... as much time as they could want to spend together, and then when he felt the need to resume his responsibilities, he could re-enter his own timeline exactly at the point where he'd left it.

Ostensibly, it would not be shirking duty in this respect. The Autobots in his charge would not notice his absence, and he would have the opportunity to rest his weary spark, and remember why exactly he was fighting this endless struggle.

The fear, however, was that once he left and found the happiness he so desired with her, he would never return to his true time. How could he possibly bring himself to end peace and return to war again?

Such is the curse of leadership.

[violet_cure]

Cureall stays close to him, wanting to make sure they safely find each other.

She hopes she is doing the right thing, bringing the two together. She remebers hearing a story one that they were made for each other on a spark level. Maybe that will provide Prime the knowledge to help the hurting Elita-1 in ways the minibot cannot.

//Elita-1? This is Cureall. There is someone here who wishes to speak to you!// She tries to sound cheerful and upbeat in spite of her nervousness around two of the strongest Autobots she has ever known of.

[eliteinpink]

//Hello, Cureall,// Elita answers in a warm voice. She's rather fond of the little minibot, even if she isn't around Elita enough for the pink female to show it. //Who is with you?//

Up ahead in the distance, she saw a shimmering light- the headlights of an eighteen-wheeler roaring through the night.

[violet_cure]

//He heard you where not feeling well and wanted to see you!// Cureall continues pulling away from the semi to greet Elita. //This one thought you would like to see him!// The Mini Cooper almost seems to be bouncing as she drives.

"Optimus Prime is here Elita ma'am!"

((Just to warn Prime-mun. Motormaster is lurking about and ready to fight and he don't care about no stinkin' truce. So you may get some combat in. ^_^.))

[the_deadster]

Somewhere else on the highway, a much darker truck hurtles down the road, headlights and running lights off, an evil black shadow haunting the highway. Stephen King probably wrote a story about it.

Black heart and blacker pride drive this truck on his furious course. He's been humiliated too many times lately; tonight is a night to run alone, without his wimpy brothers, nursing his wounded pride under the stars.

God help the motorist who crosses Motormaster's path tonight!