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“Please Optimus…” Ratchets voice was soft, and it faded until all that remained was the naked face of a faltering plea. “...I cannot allow you to venture any further” His optics were cast away, accenting the shame of a faint tremble that caused his brandished swords to sway. Ratchet had been more than accommodating of his Prime, answering all of his questions and asking his own in turn. But.. to allow him access to the most ancient of his archives.. to permit him entry to the deepest and precious parts of his mind.. where the past was paramount, and every moment between them shone clearly like a shrine..was more than the old medic could bring himself to share.

As if to highlight the finality of his fears, the vibrant mist that had placidly occupied his mental plane began to shiver within its gossamer folds, twisting into a darkness that obscured the precious depths of his mind from view. It was the first and only mental manifestation Optimus had encountered thus far,.. and it pained him to clearly to see the form of his friends fears materialized. When Optimus finally spoke, he made no attempt to shield the sincerity in his words, and a strong compassion rang through them, “We cannot afford to lose you old friend,” With a reluctant but firm step forward, his optics locked on Ratchets, as he gazed past the now quivering swords. “And I am not ready to let you go.”

His pedes echoed loudly, as his movements disturbed the rolling mists. Optmus would proceed with or without his blessing now, and as he strode forward every step brought him closer to Ratchets waiting blades. He knew Primes projection would simply pass through them, just as certainly as he had known that Optimus's arrival was no mere trick of his mind. And yet.. for a shuttering second, the old medic swore he felt the weight of his armored chest as he pressed against the piercing tips of his swords..

Ratchet's weapons instantly drooped to his sides.
Even within the realm of his own mind, he could not wield them against his Prime.
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And that is all.
As of today, the show has officially ended, and I am so very grateful to have been apart of it all.
*Offers a proud salute to a powerful series*

I am ready to face the new day.
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Optimus/Ratchet(C)Hasbro/Transformers Prime
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Conclusion to- shadowofsolace.deviantart.com/…
and
shadowofsolace.deviantart.com/…

“Please Optimus…” Ratchets voice was soft, and it faded until all that remained was the naked face of a faltering plea. “...I cannot allow you to venture any further” His optics were cast away, accenting the shame of a faint tremble that caused his brandished swords to sway. Ratchet had been more than accommodating of his Prime, answering all of his questions and asking his own in turn. But.. to allow him access to the most ancient of his archives.. to permit him entry to the deepest and precious parts of his mind.. where the past was paramount, and every moment between them shone clearly like a shrine..was more than the old medic could bring himself to share.

As if to highlight the finality of his fears, the vibrant mist that had placidly occupied his mental plane began to shiver within its gossamer folds, twisting into a darkness that obscured the precious depths of his mind from view. It was the first and only mental manifestation Optimus had encountered thus far,.. and it pained him to clearly to see the form of his friends fears materialized. When Optimus finally spoke, he made no attempt to shield the sincerity in his words, and a strong compassion rang through them, “We cannot afford to lose you old friend,” With a reluctant but firm step forward, his optics locked on Ratchets, as he gazed past the now quivering swords. “And I am not ready to let you go.”

His pedes echoed loudly, as his movements disturbed the rolling mists. Optmus would proceed with or without his blessing now, and as he strode forward every step brought him closer to Ratchets waiting blades. He knew Primes projection would simply pass through them, just as certainly as he had known that Optimus's arrival was no mere trick of his mind. And yet.. for a shuttering second, the old medic swore he felt the weight of his armored chest as he pressed against the piercing tips of his swords..

Ratchet's weapons instantly drooped to his sides.
Even within the realm of his own mind, he could not wield them against his Prime.
-----------------

And that is all.
As of today, the show has officially ended, and I am so very grateful to have been apart of it all.
*Offers a proud salute to a powerful series*

I am ready to face the new day.
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Optimus/Ratchet(C)Hasbro/Transformers Prime
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