Transformers Headcanon/Fanfic: My Transformers Fancon, Part III
The newly renamed Prima placed the Matrix in its chest and set out to share the Good News with the rest of Cybertron. It traveled from pole to pole, preaching with fiery eloquence that all TFs are Children of Primus, and that it was the will of their creator that they put aside their differences and join together to build a golden age. Not everyone was willing to let it speak this message, but the new body given it by the Matrix had the strength of a dozen bots, too powerful for any petty tyrant to stop it. As for those who didn't want to hear it, well, Prima'd wear them down with persistence. It forced his way into the palaces of warlords to lecture them on how they needed to change their ways, and walked onto battlefields and demanded that both sides lay down their arms and embrace each other as kin. Prima preached for days on end, not stopping to recharge, not stopping to partake of energon or oil. It preached until its jaw fell off and its vocalizer gave out, and then it held up placards until it was fixed. Even when wounded, Prima kept preaching until it went into stasis-lock, and sometimes it'd just override and keep on going. But for all its inner fire, for all the power of the Matrix, Prima was but alloy and energon, and eventually, its body gave out. By this time, however, it had gathered a small army of devoted followers, and with it's final words it passed on the Matrix to one of the most loyal. In honor of his predecessor, and of the legend that had proceeded him, the new Matrix-Bearer took the name Alpha Prime.
