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Elita One taking sides on whether or not to wipe out the Quints.

Start of this chapter: Maelstrom Chp. 15 Elita Prt A
Author's Note
This story is part of a long series called Maelstrom. It is strictly Gen. 1 - sorry, but that was all that was out when I started writing. If you have not read the nine original Maelstrom Comics and the preceding text stories, I strongly suggest you do. Each scene is posted in 20 page increments, which is the most DA will allow me at this time. If anyone knows how to get longer text files posted as a whole please let me know. Comments and especially crits. greatly appreciated. Series Start: https://illmatar.deviantart.com/art/Maelstrom-1-front-cover-67989907
Elita Part A
“Man!  I just ain’t cut out for this kinda work!” Jazz complained.  There was grime on his legs which he tried futilely to brush off.  His hands were even dirtier and he only made things worse.
“You’ve given yourself stripes....and it’s got to be done,” Magnus said, sounding none to happy about it either.
“I ain’t stupidThis section: Maelstrom Chp. 15 Elita Prt B
Author's Note
This story is part of a long series called Maelstrom. It is strictly Gen. 1 - sorry, but that was all that was out when I started writing. If you have not read the nine original Maelstrom Comics and the preceding text stories, I strongly suggest you do. Each scene is posted in 20 page increments, which is the most DA will allow me at this time. If anyone knows how to get longer text files posted as a whole please let me know. Comments and especially crits. greatly appreciated.
Start of the series: https://illmatar.deviantart.com/art/Maelstrom-1-front-cover-67989907
Elita Part B
Optimus suggested various alternatives and alternate variations on his “lock them up” idea and Rodimus proceeded to then tear apart his every argument and counter-argument, leaving Optimus stunned on numerous planes.  He and Rodimus had been sparring verbally for years, but it had become almost a ritual, a game, with the objective being that the Autobots would win no matter Start of series:

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Mature Content

Excerpt from Maelstrom Chapter 15: Elita

Optimus suggested various alternatives and alternate variations on his “lock them up” idea and Rodimus proceeded to then tear apart his every argument and counter-argument, leaving Optimus stunned on numerous planes.  He and Rodimus had been sparring verbally for years, but it had become almost a ritual, a game, with the objective being that the Autobots would win no matter who “won”.  This time though, Rodimus’ mercurial flairs of annoyance and humor were replaced by a laser-like, icy style which showed no emotional variation at all.  This creature went after its goal with an unvarying ruthlessness Optimus couldn’t find a hold on.  Op’s moral/emotion based arguments meant nothing to this soulless creature which stared at him with Rodimus’ face.  It cruelly slaughtered Optimus’ most heartfelt beliefs with frigid practicality, and one by one, with visible reluctance, the others began changing sides.

Marissa sighed with disgust and sided with Rodimus long before the others did.  She wasn’t happy about it, and she was even less happy with the way Rodimus treated his partner, something she expressed with evil glares at Rodimus whenever he said something particularly viscous.  However, Marissa was human, and an army brat as well.  She had less illusions about mortality, and time.  It was very easy for Optimus to think they would find another way if they searched long enough, but Marissa knew they probably didn’t have long enough.  It was also easier for her to accept the deaths of her enemies, because, as a human, she had to accept it in her friends, her parents, and even herself.  Death wasn’t the great abomination to her that it was to the other members of the counsel.  It was a natural part of life, and certainly a part of war.

Magnus seemed quite shocked at first when she sided with the lunatic, but the lunatic was making more and more valid points to which Optimus only had “But Autobots don’t DO that kind of thing” for an answer.

Magnus sighed audibly, and cast his vote with Rodimus.

Eventually, Jazz did the same, but he hid his face in his arms and refused to speak afterwards.

Elita strangely never once said she was siding either way, even at first.  She fired more and more complicated questions at Rodimus, demanding more detail and insight into the situation since she had been “out of the game for a while.”

Optimus knew he was defeated when he suddenly realized she was trying to find a solution for him.  She was pouring all of her brilliant insight into the problem so that she could supply an alternative plan to Rodi's.  Optimus’ heart both leapt and sank.  He could see she was desperate to help him, to give his ideals support in the practical universe.  He was so grateful for her efforts, but it also meant that in a way, she was already siding with Rodimus.  She saw the need for an immediate solution, and was trying valiantly to supply one that met their needs AND his ideals.  Optimus knew she loved him.  He knew she shared his beliefs.  He also knew that when she couldn’t find a workable answer, that the leader in her would side with Rodimus.  Elita One hadn’t survived, without allies, on a world full of enemies, with only a few under-nourished warriors on ideals alone.  Not even her love for him would allow her to ignore what needed to be done....and Rodimus made it more clear by the second this needed to be done.

Optimus spared his beloved the pain of “betraying” him, and relented.  He didn’t know what he expected from his partner at this surrender, some softening perhaps, some glint of emotion or friendship.  He got nothing.  Rodimus simply stared coldly a moment and left on silent, hurried feet to prepare.

Description
Elita One taking sides on whether or not to wipe out the Quints.

Start of this chapter: Maelstrom Chp. 15 Elita Prt A
Author's Note
This story is part of a long series called Maelstrom. It is strictly Gen. 1 - sorry, but that was all that was out when I started writing. If you have not read the nine original Maelstrom Comics and the preceding text stories, I strongly suggest you do. Each scene is posted in 20 page increments, which is the most DA will allow me at this time. If anyone knows how to get longer text files posted as a whole please let me know. Comments and especially crits. greatly appreciated. Series Start: https://illmatar.deviantart.com/art/Maelstrom-1-front-cover-67989907
Elita Part A
“Man!  I just ain’t cut out for this kinda work!” Jazz complained.  There was grime on his legs which he tried futilely to brush off.  His hands were even dirtier and he only made things worse.
“You’ve given yourself stripes....and it’s got to be done,” Magnus said, sounding none to happy about it either.
“I ain’t stupidThis section: Maelstrom Chp. 15 Elita Prt B
Author's Note
This story is part of a long series called Maelstrom. It is strictly Gen. 1 - sorry, but that was all that was out when I started writing. If you have not read the nine original Maelstrom Comics and the preceding text stories, I strongly suggest you do. Each scene is posted in 20 page increments, which is the most DA will allow me at this time. If anyone knows how to get longer text files posted as a whole please let me know. Comments and especially crits. greatly appreciated.
Start of the series: https://illmatar.deviantart.com/art/Maelstrom-1-front-cover-67989907
Elita Part B
Optimus suggested various alternatives and alternate variations on his “lock them up” idea and Rodimus proceeded to then tear apart his every argument and counter-argument, leaving Optimus stunned on numerous planes.  He and Rodimus had been sparring verbally for years, but it had become almost a ritual, a game, with the objective being that the Autobots would win no matter Start of series:

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Mature Content

Excerpt from Maelstrom Chapter 15: Elita

Optimus suggested various alternatives and alternate variations on his “lock them up” idea and Rodimus proceeded to then tear apart his every argument and counter-argument, leaving Optimus stunned on numerous planes.  He and Rodimus had been sparring verbally for years, but it had become almost a ritual, a game, with the objective being that the Autobots would win no matter who “won”.  This time though, Rodimus’ mercurial flairs of annoyance and humor were replaced by a laser-like, icy style which showed no emotional variation at all.  This creature went after its goal with an unvarying ruthlessness Optimus couldn’t find a hold on.  Op’s moral/emotion based arguments meant nothing to this soulless creature which stared at him with Rodimus’ face.  It cruelly slaughtered Optimus’ most heartfelt beliefs with frigid practicality, and one by one, with visible reluctance, the others began changing sides.

Marissa sighed with disgust and sided with Rodimus long before the others did.  She wasn’t happy about it, and she was even less happy with the way Rodimus treated his partner, something she expressed with evil glares at Rodimus whenever he said something particularly viscous.  However, Marissa was human, and an army brat as well.  She had less illusions about mortality, and time.  It was very easy for Optimus to think they would find another way if they searched long enough, but Marissa knew they probably didn’t have long enough.  It was also easier for her to accept the deaths of her enemies, because, as a human, she had to accept it in her friends, her parents, and even herself.  Death wasn’t the great abomination to her that it was to the other members of the counsel.  It was a natural part of life, and certainly a part of war.

Magnus seemed quite shocked at first when she sided with the lunatic, but the lunatic was making more and more valid points to which Optimus only had “But Autobots don’t DO that kind of thing” for an answer.

Magnus sighed audibly, and cast his vote with Rodimus.

Eventually, Jazz did the same, but he hid his face in his arms and refused to speak afterwards.

Elita strangely never once said she was siding either way, even at first.  She fired more and more complicated questions at Rodimus, demanding more detail and insight into the situation since she had been “out of the game for a while.”

Optimus knew he was defeated when he suddenly realized she was trying to find a solution for him.  She was pouring all of her brilliant insight into the problem so that she could supply an alternative plan to Rodi's.  Optimus’ heart both leapt and sank.  He could see she was desperate to help him, to give his ideals support in the practical universe.  He was so grateful for her efforts, but it also meant that in a way, she was already siding with Rodimus.  She saw the need for an immediate solution, and was trying valiantly to supply one that met their needs AND his ideals.  Optimus knew she loved him.  He knew she shared his beliefs.  He also knew that when she couldn’t find a workable answer, that the leader in her would side with Rodimus.  Elita One hadn’t survived, without allies, on a world full of enemies, with only a few under-nourished warriors on ideals alone.  Not even her love for him would allow her to ignore what needed to be done....and Rodimus made it more clear by the second this needed to be done.

Optimus spared his beloved the pain of “betraying” him, and relented.  He didn’t know what he expected from his partner at this surrender, some softening perhaps, some glint of emotion or friendship.  He got nothing.  Rodimus simply stared coldly a moment and left on silent, hurried feet to prepare.