by Stone » Sat Aug 18, 2007 8:42 am
Sector 7: Neutral Ground
If Megatron could incinerate him with his optics alone then Prime had no doubt that he would be a smoldering pile of rubble by now such was his hatred. Optimus on the other hand took a more diplomatic response. Whilst his spark held no love for the Decepticon Tyrant he would not let ill will poison the proceedings here, not at this potentially crucial time. He wanted to build peace, not start another war.
"Polyhex is on the verge of falling..."
Optimus Prime began, his voice strong and confident. His words held conviction, just as they always did, he believed what he was saying, again, just as he always did. Optimus Prime did not know how too lie. Not even to his arch enemy.
"...I have the manpower and the resources to bring down the Citystate today, I can take Cybertron from you Megatron. You can prolong this War, yes, and it will cost many lives, so many that a victory on either side will be a hollow one, but I see no point. Abandon your lust for power Megatron, in the end, it will destroy us all".
For a moment Prime paused, silence falling between the two Titans of Cybertronian History, these two Generals that had been battling for Vorns that could no longer be counted. Some say it was a balance in the Universe, that such a confrontation could never end, that one could not exist without the other, that Prime could no exist without Megatron, that war was inevitable.
He didn't believe that.
Peace was not without hope.
But perhaps it was not without a price.
Retrieving a small, flat, metallic object from a storage compartment, an object roughly the size of his hand, he threw it towards Megatron. It was not an aggressive action, they simply weren't close enough for the object to be passed, the intention was for it to be caught. It was a message in a seance.
An idea.
On its surface was a single symbol, the future of Cybertron, the only future worth having. It was an insignia, but it was neither Autobot nor Decepticon, but an amalgam of both. One Planet, one Race, one People, one Future. A united Faction. Peace in our time.
"Your Munition Factories are to cease production, both sides will temporally halt the construction of new Protoforms, both sides are to retain their current city states. You are to state you official surrender to the entirety of the Decepticon Forces, they are expected to follow suit, if they do not, they will be treated as criminals and are to be tracked down by Both sides".
Prime paused for a second time, what he was to propose next would possibly be the most momentous event to take place since the war began. Providing both parties agreed to it. Prime was already prepared to follow through, the only question left, is whether or not Megatron was capable of such a thing.
"A new Ruling Council is too be formed effective immediately, the candidates voted into power by both sides, six Autobots, six Decepticons and three Neutrals. All will be eligible to stand for election...with the exception of two. Those two being us Megatron..."
Prime looked his counterpart in the optics.
"...we shall not be on this Council, we shall play no further part in the future of our world. We have both done enough damage for one lifetime".