What the hecky happened

[luckyfaceplate]

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.

Comments

[planate]

"I'm sure we can do it if we can unite everyone in a common purpose that... isn't trying to kill each other..."

He trails off a bit awkwardly. Pipes isn't naive enough that he doesn't realise there's a lot of mechs here who will have their own agenda. Looking at you, Starscreams.

[luckyfaceplate]

"Oh I'm sure there is a way. It's simply finding it. And finding it without any casualties."

He notices that awkward tone, and tries to at least put on a good front for him. A hand goes to the smaller bot's shoulder, eyes trying to remain optimistic.

"We're off to a good start. You and I cooperate."

[planate]

Aw, Optimus, you're too good. Pipes optics go all atwinkle and he clasps both hands in front of his chest, absolutely delighted.

"It can be done, Optimus. There's not many of us here and I'm sure eventually they'll come around."

Even if they didn't after four million years... hopefully everyone being a fish out of water will change that.

[luckyfaceplate]

"Your optimism is going to be key. If you can, please spread it."

That kind of attitude was rare after a war. And Pipes is speaking as someone who fought in the war. He has far more strength than a lot of them.

[planate]

"Certainly, sir. I think I can handle being nice to people."

To be fair, he didn't really see a lot of the shit the others did.

[luckyfaceplate]

There's an amused hum from him, eyes glinting.

"I wouldn't expect anything less. I heard you were quite appreciated on the Lost Light."

Especially the part where you died.

[planate]

Pipes clasps his hands together, optics a twinkle.

"R-really? Gosh..."

[luckyfaceplate]

"Of course. Rodimus cares very much for all of his crew. You included."

He might as well let the baby have some good things to dwell on.