robothell | 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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"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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