radicalducati Chapter 96 The Position of Leader
Chapter 96 The Position of Leader
The live broadcast preview of the leader's inauguration ceremony was pushed to all public channels the following morning.
When the vector was seen, he was sitting in the judicial center, continuing to torment himself with the specific laws and regulations he needed to learn.
She was staring blankly at a difficult-to-understand legal text when the public channel lit up on its own.
The leadership initiation ceremony will begin 30 minutes later.
This initiation ceremony will be broadcast live simultaneously on all Cybertronian public channels.
Successor: Orion Parkers.
Yin Xiang stared at the three lines of text, his data pen paused, and the staff next to him also quieted down for a moment.
She looked up at the public screen in the distance.
The scene hadn't yet cut to the ceremony itself, only showing the exterior of the Iron Fortress and a countdown. But the mere words "Succession of the Leader" were enough to silence the entire judicial center even more than before.
Before she could take her eyes off the public screen, Master Tai's voice came from the side.
"These can be dealt with later today."
The vector returns.
Master Titanium walked up to her without her noticing. He didn't look at the pile of documents in front of her, but instead looked at the countdown on the public screen in the distance.
Vector hesitated for a moment: "Just how important is this ceremony?"
Master Titanium did not answer immediately.
The pause was brief, but it didn't seem like deliberation; some things were too ancient and needed to be retrieved from deep within.
"After the Golden Age," he emphasized again, "Cybertron has never had a formally recognized leader."
She knew this was a big deal, and the leader's position and importance were very high, but she was not a real Cybertronian after all, and could only understand him as the supreme leader until now.
The vector control temporarily hides the permission list.
But in any case, she finally had a legitimate reason to temporarily avoid violating the law.
Thank you Orion, thank you for the leadership, and thank you to the entire Cybertronian public channel.
She leaned back in her seat and looked up at the large screen.
The countdown has reached zero.
The scene cuts to Iron Fortress.
That wasn't an ordinary meeting place, nor was it like the usual clean halls of parliament that made the staff feel uneasy.
The site of Chengwei is older.
There was no throne or particularly extravagant decorations at the top. In the center was a platform surrounded by a circular structure, with faint Old Cybertronian script inscribed on the floor and walls. The script was not fully illuminated, only revealing a faint white-blue hue when light swept across it.
Orion stood before the platform.
He wasn't wearing any extravagant outer armor, nor was he dressed up like he was going to be in a propaganda poster. His outer armor was clean, with stable lines, and when the blue optical lenses were raised, he didn't look any different from usual.
But they are indeed different.
The way everyone sees him has changed.
Yin Vector stared at the screen and slowly sat up a little straighter.
Sentinel Prime was also present during the live stream.
Standing to the side and behind the platform, his posture was steady, but his face could not hide his usual arrogance.
He must have had a really tough time acting, he thought to himself with a sarcastic tone.
The ceremony began soon.
The bearing system itself lit up first.
[The succession procedure has begun.]
[Successor confirmed: Orion Pax.]
[Confirmation of willingness to succeed: I accept voluntarily.]
Orion raised his hand and connected his identification to the support platform.
His voice came through a public channel.
"confirm."
Simple and clear, the real-time comments on the entire public channel surged at that moment.
I didn't open the vector, but the real-time traffic indicator in the lower right corner jumped up significantly, so I can tell it must be very noisy outside right now.
The system continues to confirm.
The succession process has entered the naming phase.
[Title: Optimus Prime]
[Leadership module: Not in place.]
Yin Vector stared at the screen and couldn't help but frown when he noticed the words "not in position".
Master Titanium suddenly spoke up: "The successor module is completed now, but the leadership module is another matter."
The vector instinctively continued, "Will that affect him?"
"Yes," Master Titanium patted her shoulder lightly, "but not today."
She nodded, swallowing her worries.
Optimus Prime.
She knew it, but now that it was appearing on the entire Cybertronian public channel and on the confirmation screen of the succession system, it felt completely different.
The system notification faded.
Name confirmed.
Orion Pax, upon assuming the leadership, will exercise leadership authority in the name of Optimus Prime.
As the lights gradually illuminated the platform, an ancient program that had been dormant for a long time was awakened, first confirming whether everything around it was still worth running.
Orion stood in the light, looking down at the glowing patterns on his hand, where the Autobot logo was imprinted near his shoulder on his upper arm.
Sentinel's voice rang out in the live stream.
"Orion Parkers, do you accept the authority, responsibilities, and constraints that come with this name?"
Orion looked up.
I accept.
"Do you acknowledge that from this point forward, your judgments, actions, and silences will no longer belong solely to yourself?"
The moment those words were spoken, the live stream comment section jumped again.
The vector pointer also paused for a moment.
That's a really blunt question.
Orion didn't answer immediately; he paused for two seconds, then said:
"I admit it."
A deeper light shone from the center of the platform.
Orion Parker's name was rewritten by the system.
Optimus Prime.
It's not just a name, it's an identity.
Looking at those words, Yin Xiangzong sighed softly.
She found it hard to describe how she felt right now.
Of course I'm happy.
Orion got to where he is today not by riding on anyone's coattails or by receiving any favors; he truly climbed to this position step by step and accepted it earnestly and steadily.
But seeing the system change his name, and seeing everyone start to accept the new name, she felt a little strange.
It was as if she knew he was still him.
But from now on, no one will allow him to be just himself.
The confirmation of the position in the live broadcast has finally been completed.
Next was Optimus Prime's first public speech.
Only his voice remained on the public channel.
"I accept this name, but that doesn't mean I'm superior to any other machine."
He spoke calmly as always.
"From today onwards, I must shoulder greater responsibilities than I have ever done before."
In the footage, he stands in the center of the platform, his blue optical lens shining brightly, his voice transmitted to every corner of Cybertron via public channels.
"Cybertron should no longer rely on silence to maintain order, nor on fear to maintain stability."
"I cannot promise that all the cracks will be repaired in a day, nor can I say that I have seen all the roads."
"But I will do everything in my power to ensure that this name lives up to the reason it was entrusted to me."
After he finished speaking, the scene remained quiet for a moment, and then the public channel's reaction nearly crashed the system.
People were watching from afar: Iron Fortress was watching, Caron was watching, and even the machines that usually didn't care about Parliament but were controlled by it every day were watching.
The word "leader" hasn't truly been applied to a living entity for far too long.
From this moment forward, Optimus Prime will be watched by every Cybertronian.
After a long pause, she looked down and sent a message to Orion. After some editing, she finally sent only three words.
Optimus Prime.
This time, of course, the other party didn't reply immediately, and she didn't wait.
Because Megatron's frequency band lit up.
Two words.
[I've seen it.]
The vector motion stopped. It's strange that Megatron sent this before she even asked.
She thought for a moment, then knocked:
How are you feeling?
The other party replied after a while.
The ceremony was nice.
The vector stared at these four words.
This statement is too bland, suppressing all genuine reactions under a seemingly flawless evaluation.
She frowned.
Your comment sounds like a polite reply from a public channel.
Megatron returned even faster this time.
What would you like to hear?
As Yin Vector looked at this sentence, his finger hovered over the input box for two seconds.
She wasn't sure either.
Congratulations? Impossible.
Evaluation? He's already given it.
Displeased? Of course, he wouldn't say it directly.
Her final reply was:
[Just asking.]
Megatron never returned.
Yin Vector stared at the blank space, vaguely sensing that something was amiss.
It can't be called hostility, nor can it be called disgust.
She couldn't explain it, and she hadn't figured it out yet.
-
In the Caron Military District, Megatron was still watching the live stream, which had already ended, and hadn't turned off the screen.
The main screen displayed an image of Optimus Prime standing in the center of the platform.
The light fell on him, and the official camera shot him with restraint, yet it was impossible to ignore the weight he carried, recognized by the entire Cybertronian Empire.
Red Spider stood not far away, unusually refraining from immediately saying anything unpleasant.
He could tell, of course, that Megatron wasn't in a good mood. He could also tell that this "not in a good mood" wasn't just simple anger.
more trouble.
Because Orion is not some empty brain module for show; he deserves that position.
That's where things get tricky.
If he is unworthy, Megatron only needs to show contempt.
But he was the perfect match.
The statistics of sound waves scrolled beside the screen.
"Positive feedback on public channels continues to rise."
"High-frequency forwarding occurred on Iron Fortress, Kalon, Qingqiu City, and the lower-level channels of the Technology Zone."
"The dissemination efficiency of the keyword 'Optimus Prime' exceeded that of appointment announcements during the same period."
Upon hearing this, Red Spider finally couldn't help but glance at Soundwave.
"Couldn't you have chosen a better time to report this kind of thing?"
Soundwave tilts its head: "Statement of facts."
"I know it's true," Red Spider said coldly. "But the truth can be presented in a way that doesn't sound like stuffing gunpowder into a cannon."
The sound waves did not respond.
Megatron spoke up.
"Continue recording."
Red Spider looked at him.
Megatron's gaze remained fixed on the screen.
"Write down what they will call him, how they will forward the message, which districts will react the fastest, and which channels will change their tune first."
Soundwave: "Received."
Shockwave chimed in from the side, "The succession to the throne has been publicly legitimized. Any actions related to Orion thereafter need to be reassessed in terms of public acceptance."
"He's not Orion anymore," Megatron said.
The room was quiet for a moment.
Megatron finally shut down the live stream. The main screen went dark, leaving only their own military deployment map and Decepticon logo.
The newly established sign hangs on the other side, cold, hard, and sharp.
Megatron looked at it.
"It's Optimus Prime."
No one dared to answer immediately.
What was separated?
-
Shortly after the live broadcast ended, the vector received a reply from Orion.
No, it should be Optimus Prime now.
The familiar name on the private channel hadn't been changed immediately, and the profile picture and ID were still the same. But when she looked at the message the other person had sent, she paused for a moment.
I'm still adjusting.
After looking at this sentence for a long time, the vector finally replied:
【Me too.】
A moment later, the other side sent a message.
Thank you for reading.
Using vector typing.
Of course I want to see this.
After thinking for a moment, she added:
You explained it very well.
The response from them was very slow.
I worry that I haven't said enough.
The vector couldn't help but chuckle.
Trust me, if you talk too much, the ambulance will abandon you first.
After a while, Optimus Prime replied:
He has already said that.
Very well, even a leader can be rejected by a physician.
The world isn't completely broken yet.
She turned off the frequency with Optimus Prime and glanced at Megatron's side again.
There's still no new information from over there.
Suddenly, the titanium expert spoke up beside her: "Finished watching?"
"Um."
"Continue processing?"
The vector looked at him: "Now?"
Master Titanium calmly said, "The succession of a leader will not fulfill the responsibilities of the Chief Justice for you."
Pointer vector: "..."
That's too true; it's really damaging to your health.
She lowered her head and reopened those regulations she had been memorizing since the beginning of time, and after a couple of seconds, she couldn't help but mutter to herself:
"All of Cybertron has just witnessed the birth of a new leader."
Master Titanium asked, "So?"
"So I thought reality would at least give me some buffer."
Master Titanium glanced at her.
"Reality rarely shows such thoughtfulness."
Pointing vector: ...
She resignedly picked up the data pen.
The public channels outside were still repeatedly broadcasting clips of the inauguration ceremony, and the name "Optimus Prime" was spreading across Cybertron's cities at an alarming speed.