((Where is everyone? :/ ))
Minerva met his gaze and he could tell she was a little skeptical of his methods for finding Cambreaker. He had to admit to himself that they seemed fairly hokey, but it was better than getting in a big ship and flying around, looking for Cambreaker and stuff. With one last glance at the assembled Autobots, he exited the war room and made good on his promise to head to the library.
He really didn't know where he would locate a Covenant of Primus, but there was an abandoned archive building in Iacon. He had passed it several times while entering and exiting the city and remembered it from the days before the war. Although he'd never entered it, he'd heard it was a place where inportant and historical document were kept. As he entered the vast hall of the dusty archive building, Blackjack again felt his circuits tingle. This was one of the most ancient and preserved places on Cybertron and if anything was bound to contain ghost of the Great War it was here. He slowly trudged through empty corriders along rows of computer terminals containing records of Cybertronian history. He thought that maybe the book he was writing in his spare time, on the recent Cybertronian history, could one day be included in this archive. But that was a long time coming.
As he rounded a bend and made his way deeper into the archive, Blackjack could tell he was heading underground. He didn't know where to go, but could somehow feel that he was heading the right way. Then he saw it, the phantom. There was no mistaking it, large, red and blue, with twin smokestacks coming from the shoulders.
Optimus Prime, he whispered.
The phantom did not speak, but it glanced at him with cold, dead optics and he suddenly felt very afraid. Optimus turned from him and began walking deeper into the archives. He entered a small chamber and Blackjack cautiously followed. There upon a pedestal stood a small book, tattered but bound in paper. It was unlike any other Cybertronian history to not be recorded electronically and he realized again the ancientness of the book. The phantom of Optimus stood nearby and now it spoke.
You, Autobot, who would read of the sacred book. Heed the words of Alpha Trion well. As he taught me, I shall teach you. Use what you learn here for the good of all our kind, Autobot and Decepticon. Till all are one!
Blackjack watched in awe as a bright light shone and the phantom of Optimus Prime faded, a distant memory of a long forgotten time. Slowly and reverantly, he approached the pedestal containing the book.