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What the hecky happened

Who: Optimus and YOU!
Where: Anywhere from Red Alert's Clinic to wandering around
When: Before Sentinel and Megatron/Rodimus log
What: Optimus finding out just what went down while he was gone from various people, or if they need to talk to him about anything.
Warnings: None

The trip wasn't a complete loss, that's for sure. Optimus has somehow contacted the planet, and while it was rather vague, he found out quite a bit about their mission here. Way more than he would have just grasping at proverbial straws. The objective, however, wouldn't be easy. In its own way, Cybertron had told him that they had to work together, that they had to get along.

You can already see what's wrong with this equation, and to be honest, it left Optimus feeling a little doubtful on his return.

Speaking of his return. That's a thing that happened, and right now he's trying to gather his bearings for being gone for....oh...a week at most.

You can find him all over, scouting around for anyone who might be around to ask for information. But if you need him first--well...he stands out, at least.

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Semi-red, firetruck red, your older boyfriend's van red. Whatever.

"Optimus Prime," Sixshot greets, flashing the Autobot leader a toothy canine smile as he sits up. He could almost feel the displeasure rolling off the mech. "Heard you adopted our leader. How's that going for you?"

The grin isn't reciprocated. Both because he's not happy to see you and because he doesn't have a visible mouth. Jokes on you sucka.

"Pretty well, actually. Better than I'd have expected. Perhaps you should follow example."

"Why? Is it too inconvenient for you to have to hunt me down for dismantling?" Sixshot strides closer, circling around the Prime. "Do I need to collect the lifetime supply of delicious brain fingering?"

Those eyes narrow. Ah, how he missed that sass from you, Sixshot. "Is it so out of the ordinary that I'd prefer your cooperation and reformation?"

There's no naivete in that voice--he knows damn well how a Phase Sixer works. In some ways, it was just proving who's the real team player here. He watches at Sixshot circles, eyes never leaving the Decepticon. Completely on guard.

"Mmnemosurgery is an option, although not one I prefer. Personal issues. I doubt you would understand."

"Considering the laissez faire attitude you and yours have had towards the usage of mnemosurgery, you'll have to forgive me for disbelieving." Sixshot had a high enough security clearance to know. Had been sent to destroy some of the Autobot mnemosurgery facilities himself.

"Besides, how else are you to reform me?" Dark, bitter humor shadows his words, the Phase Sixer's voice pitched low, bordering a growl. "And what am I to reform into, exactly?"

"There is a difference in using it in wartime and using it to perpetuate a system." It was a sensitive subject with Optimus, certainly, but one he'd had to come to accept was a method needed during the war. Shadowplay...that certainly wasn't his intent. Not after everything that'd happened.

"I had hoped that with knowledge of the war ending, you would find yourself with no purpose."

Unless he's mistaken on the whole stabby stabby kill machine Phase Sixers take pride in identifying as. "And a new one to join Megatron on a quest of redemption."

Sixshot actually laughs. It's a sharp mirthless sound that echoes off the buildings as he slows to a stop off to Optimus's left. Primus, spare him.

"Who are you kidding, Prime? You've been perpetuating that system since before the war even started." He lowers his white head, baring his teeth. "Do you really trust your little mnemosurgeons to stay in line?"

The remark about his not having a purpose earns the Autobot leader a bitter smirk.

"Megatron's been pretty clear about how little of a damn he gives about us," the wolf mech rumbles. "He may have given the orders, but I did his dirty work. You really think there'll be much of anything left for 'redemption' once your Autobots are done with me?"

He knew Sixshot too well to not have his fingers twitch a bit as he stops. Never let your guard down in front of a Phase Sixer. Anyone knew that.

...

But the question lowers his head slightly. "No, I don't. But that doesn't mean I'll continue to support such a system in a post-war--OR non war era. THAT I can assure you."

It's not like he doesn't blame Sixshot. The Autobots, while striving for peace, had to take very shady moves during the war. A necessity, they said. But it didn't make it feel any better.

"Everyone has a chance for redemption, Sixshot."

This conversation was just getting surreal. The more it goes on, the less Sixshot wants to pick a fight. It was kind of like talking to a wall except the wall was talking back at him in an alien language that he only had half of a translation software for.

"Why are you trying so hard for our redemption?" Sixshot raises his head, giving Optimus a quizzical look. "I killed a lot of your subordinates. You know the numbers."

He knows that arguing with a Phase Sixer is a brick wall in its own right. But...well, Optimus has been prided on his stubbornness.

"Because the only way this war ends is if we stop fighting. Stop the grudges. And stop killing."

"I'm not killing anyone, Optimus." For now, at least. For as long as Megatron decided this strange white flag was what he wanted anyways.

"But what exactly are you going to do with me?"

That gets a pause out of the Prime. To be honest, he's not sure exactly what he's going to do. This wasn't a war, and Sixshot...wasn't going to harm anyone. As much as he wants to, this is not his department.

"I'm not going to do anything. You answer to Megatron, so anything I say or do will probably be ignored anyway."

There's a glint in one of those eyes, as if it's a cocky remark.

"Isn't it."

"You mean the mech who turned his back on his people when they would have needed his leadership the most in order to go on some flighty quest for redemption? That's the mech you want deciding what to do with me?" Sixshot stares at the Prime for a long moment, idly wondering how they'd manage to wage a war that spanned over several millenia with this mech.

"Well, good news," he says, finally, with a apathetic shrug. "He doesn't care much what I do. Honestly, it'd probably take me leveling half the city before he cares enough to finally shut me down. What an inspiration! I would be aspiring to join him like you say, but I'm just too damn busy these days."

There was going to be more sarcasm, but Sixshot bites back down on the bitterness before it swells up into something more poisonous. There was no point in airing his grievances to Optimus. He's not entirely sure why he'd even tracked the mech down in the first place.

Optimus was right anyways. Sixshot would never have taken orders from a Prime.

"Sixshot, tell me. Do you want my direction or not? You clearly are angry Megatron joined the squad, and you seem confused on where you should go. You won't listen to me, but you don't seem all that keen on me letting your leader decide for you. We can punch it out until the sun goes down, but at the end of the day....what is it you really want?" It comes out, his arms folding as he looks down at the dog.

Because once this is out of the way, then they can get to the real center of the situation.

Although that line gets his attention. He's not sure if that was intentional or if Sixshot was just trying to rile him up. Either way, it worked.

"So if you're not killing, just what are you so busy with nowadays?"

"That was sarcasm, Prime. I'm not actually doing anything these days." Well, sometimes he was digging around demolished buildings for supplies for Tarn and Spinister. Sometimes he visited First Aid.

The rest of the time was lying around being bored out of his metal skull.

"You really don't have to worry about what I want," Sixshot says as he rises, shaking the dust off, getting ready to leace. "Megatron has the shut down code. Megatron decides. I was just curious about what your plans were since you hold his reins now."

Oh. Right. The one thing Optimus is not really programmed to understand oops. "That's...good."

OKAY SO LET'S GO BACK TO YOUR PURPOSE AND MEGATRON BEING AN AUTOBOT THAT'S SOMETHING HE CAN MENTALLY HANDLE.

"I'm not holding any reins, Sixshot. I gave Megatron an ultimatum and he accepted it on his own terms. I'm keeping an eye on him, but his decisions are his own. My only plan is to get us all to cooperate, as that's what Cyberton itself wants from us."

There's a cautious, but stern glance at him. "If your apathy towards anything is anything to go by, perhaps we have a chance." There's no sarcasm there, surprisingly (or not, if you know Optimus). Lack of interest is much easier to pass as 'getting along' than 'killing everything in sight'.

"My... apathy?"

There was a lot of things that was deeply wrong about that, but Sixshot doesn't care enough to point it out. It wasn't like he was in any position to be making moral judgments as is. Since when did he start caring anyways?

Oh, right, roundabout never ago. Hence the apathy even the Prime would notice.

"Well, nice chat, Optimus." Really though. "Unfortunately, I must take my leave. There's something shiny far away from here that's suddenly a lot more interesting than this conversation with you."

His case and point, Sixshot. His head tilts slightly, surprised that the Phase Sixer is even questioning it. Then again, Decepticon reasoning has always been...something he's questioned.

...

"Mm. Very well. I'd hate to take you away from something that so catches your interest."

Asshole.

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