Also, I might be done with collecting Nemesis Primes.
First, the Siege mold is excellent, to the point where I don't think they are going to improve on it. It hits the archetype of Optimus with a few minor changes that we might expect from some time apart and independent upgrades and adoption of alt-modes. This is the definitive version. I don't see where they can go from there, unless they were to do the Cybertron Optimus Prime in Nemesis colors or something like that.
Second, the WFC cartoon kind of shit all over the character concept by making it just a Unicron upgraded Optimus. It even cheapens Galvatron. (Plus, in order to properly corrupt Megatron, Unicron had to completely rebuild him, but if he just paints Optimus black, Optimus turns to evil... sort of like BW Quickstrike just shrugging and accepting that a transformation code of "Terrorize" meant he was a Predacon...)
Sure, there had been hints of this among the many different toy bios in the past -- the Mammoth one in particular was an alternate universe Optimus tortured and broken and then brought into this universe -- but there were just as many that completely conflict, where he was a clone (Alternators, MB-10). I preferred that and have a half-written fanfic that expands on it, of which I will share the beginning...
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Bumblebee pulled into the command center of the Autobot base, waited for Spike, Sparkplug and Carly to step out, and then transformed. Carly was dressed in a simple, conservative blue dress, and both Spike and Sparkplug were dressed in blue suits, with white shirts and red ties, and were carrying yellow hard hats.
"How did it go?" Optimus asked.
"Not well," Bumblebee said.
"I wouldn't say that," Sparkplug said. "Justice was served, if nothing else."
"Oh, shucks, dad, I was really pulling for Spanner," Spike said.
"We all were, Spike," Sparkplug said, "but there really is no denying the fact that Spanner is guilty. And all things considered, I think the sentence was lenient."
"Was he banished from Earth?" Optimus asked, the concern showing in his voice.
"No, he will be in prison for sixty days and parole for another three years," Sparkplug explained, "but he gets to stay on the planet."
"That must be a relief," Optimus said. The Autobot commander used the passive voice, to hide his own relief. It was the burden of leadership, always having to hide your feelings and project confidence. "I'm sorry, Sparkplug," Optimus continued, questioning his stoicism, "human justice can be harsh."
"Spanner needs help, not prison," Carly said. "Stealing from Gamblers Anonymous to pay off his gambling debts is just kind of sad."
"I hate to say it, Carly, and I love him with all my heart, but Spanner has always been a bad seed," Sparkplug began, shaking his head a little sadly. "He would steal anything, just for the excitement. He raced cars. He got into fights. He's just bad news. He'll never change."
"Well, I don't believe that," Carly declared. "People aren't good or evil, they just do good or evil things."
"I don't think Spanner is all bad," Spike said. "He just needs another chance. He tried to pay back Gamblers Anonymous, it just didn't work out because he ... um ... lost it all playing roulette and then stole more."
"Oh, I'll give him another chance," Sparkplug said. "I'll give him a hundred more chances, and I'll always hope it turns out well for once. But he deserves this. He earned everything he got, theft, grift, fraud... He got what he deserves, but he's my brother and I cannot help but feel responsible."
"I understand," Optimus said, "more than you might know."
"Do you have a brother, Optimus?" Spike asked.
"Yes and no," the Autobot leader said, enigmatically.
"Oh, like Buster..." Spike began, before his father glared at him.
"No, Spike," Optimus said, laughing uncomfortably, "nothing quite like that. But once, long ago, Megatron cloned me..."
* * * * * * * * *
"Why don't you just kill him?" Starscream asked, pointing towards the immobile body of Optimus Prime laying on the table, surrounded by Constructicons.
"No, Starscream, you think too small," Megatron said with a dismissive glance towards his subordinate. "Optimus Prime inspires the Autobots with hope, and dead he would inspire them as a martyr to their cause. No, we must do more than just kill him, we must destroy the myth of Optimus Prime."
"Do your worst, Megatron," Optimus said.
"Oh, no, Optimus," Megatron replied with a chuckle. "I won't do my worst... you will do yours. The Constructicons are copying the engrams from your laser core, and then we will overlay them onto the core of a Decepticon --ahem-- volunteer, install that core into a duplicate body, and release him to wreak havoc upon the Autobots."
"And then will you kill him?" Starscream asked.
Megatron ignored Starscream and continued speaking to Optimus. "I want you to watch your Autobots falter and fall under your clone's leadership. I want you to see them destroyed."
"You really should just kill him," Starscream repeated. "Don't leave him around to watch, just kill him to make sure he doesn't escape if something goes wrong."
"Starscream," Megatron said, turning towards the insistent Seeker, "what could possibly go wrong?"
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"I bet he didn't count on your clone getting your inherent goodness!" Spike said, interrupting the flashback.
"Or that the Autobots would see right through him," Sparkplug guessed.
"Or you escaping!" Spike guessed.
"No, nothing like that," Optimus replied. "My clone was as cruel as any Decepticon, cunning, and willing to sacrifice those he should have been protecting. He made hard choices harshly and quickly. He led the Autobots to victory after victory, and in the end, Megatron released me to disrupt the Autobots led by my clone. He figured that the confusion of having two Optimus Primes would leave him an opening, and it did."
"How did the Autobots figure out which was the real Optimus Prime?" Spike asked.
"With a race," Optimus said. "My clone was an imperfect copy, so his fine motor control was not as sharp as my own. So, we held a race, and he could not control his vehicle mode as well as I could. We followed it with a sharpshooting competition. It's something Megatron was prepared for when he sent out that remote controlled dummy of me a few years ago. That and my systems were still scrambled by the Korlonium crystals."
"So, what happened to your clone?"
"After the sharpshooting competition, before we could figure out what to do, Megatron attacked. My clone was lost in the battle."
"I'm... sorry," Sparkplug said. "I lost a brother to cancer, when Spike was very young."
"Yes, well I hope you find your brother, much as I hope to find my clone. I heard rumors that he survived, and was living in the lower depths of Cybertron, but I was never able to find conclusive evidence. Even though I would hear that he was responsible for terrible things, and it was always a weight upon my laser core, it was also comforting to think that he might still be online..."
Optimus's voice trailed off, and there was a moment of awkward silence.
Finally, Sparkplug spoke. "I felt the same way when I got the call from the police about Spanner. I hadn't heard from him in years, and I was relieved that he was still alright, even if he was up to no good.
"Family is complicated," Sparkplug continued, putting his arm around Spike's shoulder. "You love them even when they make you ashamed."