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WHO: [Closed] - Optimus and non-Lost Lighters
[Open] - Optimus and YOU!
[Closed] - Optimus and Sentinel
WHERE: Near the Crater
WHEN: After Bumblebee recovers from being hurt, a few weeks after everyone's arrival
WHAT: Information sharing and political stuff
WARNINGS: NONE

[CLOSED: NON-LOST LIGHTERS: NO TARN ALLOWED]

Optimus had asked word to be spread about a gathering. It'd taken some time (some of them had gotten injured along the way), but word had gotten out. With a new, yet destroyed Cybertron, Optimus had wanted to set the record straight with quite a few things. One, that they were not here to continue the war. The planet's landscape was proof enough that the environment had clearly seen its fill of that. Two, to fill in others who had not otherwise caught up with what was going on back home, as well as any people not from that universe. And three, how leadership should be distributed.

Topics covered
-Finding out just who is and isn't accounted for
-The Megatron situation
-Filling in on what's been going on for those not caught up
-Leadership and how it's going to be treated, who's going to follow who's lead.

The rest is just mingling, catching up on some old friends who may have died or worse. Feel free to use this as a moment to make new friends as well, or potential new not-so friends.

Who knows!

[LATER: OPEN TO ALL]

After the meeting had taken place, Optimus had decided to get a little 'fresh air'. Why yes, he knows he doesn't breathe. But with everything now as situated as possible, he needed to consider some of his personal thoughts. Things that couldn't be brought up there. Many things had come back from the dead (quite literally in some aspects) on his arrival here, and dealing with those wounds opening was not something he'd originally thought he'd face so soon. Bumblebee...Shockwave...Roller...

Was the universe teasing him on this? He'd miraculously gotten Ironhide back, it wasn't completely beyond all reason. But it'd reminded him just how fragile everything was in his hold. If he believed in it, he'd call himself cursed.

No...it'd been a series of circumstances. Series of many things that went wrong. Things not even he could have prevented if he wanted to. And sometimes...

He didn't know which one was worse.

[EVEN LATER: CLOSED: TO SENTINEL PRIME]

This had been long overdue. Optimus had met Sentinel Prime the day they'd all arrived, and while their conversation had been anything but pleasant, there was still unfinished business to attend to. Granted, before he could, Megatron had gotten ahold of the Prime before him, finishing what he'd somewhat started. Sentinel himself was...alive, at least. In extreme medical care, but fine. All Optimus could do was wait until he was conscious again.

Before he'd have a chat.

He walks in, giving his regards to whichever medic was on duty at the time before glancing around, looking for the ex-Prime. Thankfully, he wasn't too hard to spot. A large gold and red monstrosity was very hard to miss. The green thumb of Cybertronians, dripping with pretentiousness. There's a brisk walk over to his bed, eyes as hard as when they'd met for the first time.

"You're awake."

Nice observation, Optimus.

"I was beginning to think you'd become a real sleeping beauty."

The sarcasm, there's oh so much.

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Awkwardly shuffling in after all was said and done...? Yep. That's him all right. Carrying a makeshift box full of salvaged parts, too. It's not quite showing up five minutes late with Starbucks, but hey, it's close. There are a few others milling around, leaving, it looks like. And Pa -- Prime heading off in another direction.

That's where Roller heads, pausing a few feet behind him, box in hand like some kind of apology gift.

"So..."

So Shockwave is here and you're Prime.

"Did I miss anything?"

Bumblebee remains close to Prime for a lot of this. They have to make some sort of united front, don't they? Optimus is very much in command here and Bee supports his friend in this. After all, he can't really shine a light to Optimus Prime and his present situation of not being alive kind of squishes any and all claims he could make - not that he's seeking to, mind.

Thankfully, he is all caught up in events. Bee doesn't hear much that is surprising. Suits him just fine. Either way he's here. Relatively fine, save for a few dings and scratches...

Also still very badgeless.

[ hey man he's just thankful to get away from the hustle and bustle for a while.

and he might be trying to slip away. because there's a chance of a lecture that's been delayed.

Bee is small. it's possible to slip out unnoticed, right? ]

Years of working with bots smaller than him gave him a keen eye for this sort of thing. He was more wary of things below him than at eye level. It was his good perception and...well, the small 'ow' that catches his attention, eyes flicking down to the crater to see who had uttered the small noise.

Cue a crouch down as well, to get a better look.

"Do you need help?"

Nothing too patronizing, but merely asking.

Oh, someone is there. Enjoy that very human looking face looking up at you, Optimus. Even though the majority of Miria's body is not human looking. You know, with the space jet robot parts.

And even if Optimus was being patronizing, she wouldn't have realized it.

"... This Unit was trying to not be spotted," she replies in a matter of fact tone. "In case the Cybertronian is hostile."

Even after meeting some nicer Cybertronians she is still being cautious, sorry Optimus.

Oh, he was going to be there. Of course he was going to be there. Prime called a meeting -- Ironhide was going to show up. No questions asked. Even if he couldn't do anything more than stand and watch Optimus' back, that's what he was going to do.

He's going to follow Optimus Prime. Also no questions asked. If he ran into a Megatron, he was going to punch first, question later.

The rest...

The rest makes his head hurt and makes him scowl down at his feet.

Well, that's certainly a new one. He'd been approached before about interviews and biographies, although this was the first one from...what looked like a Decepticon frame. Needless to say, he's a little taken by surprise.

"Ah...It's an honour."

The credentials, while obviously not Cybertronian, at least convince him enough that he honed his skill somewhere in the universe. And he wasn't about to judge a journalist.

"An interview." It's said almost...curiously. As if making sure he heard Aftermath right.

Bee was a much needed, much welcomed addition to the group. After having thought he'd lost him, it gave comfort to his spark to have him standing beside him. Bumblebee wouldn't know it, but Optimus had considered him just as much a leader as himself.

It isn't until after the catching up that he turns to Bee, letting everyone talk among themselves while he focuses his attention on the smaller bot.

"You seem to have met with some bad company since we last met."

It's said lightly, without making too much of a fuss. The exact opposite is going on inside, considerably worried for his friend. But now wasn't the time to delve into that.

Suspicious didn't even begin to describe it. Sentinel had always been someone of few words, but not even putting up a fight to this certainly got his attention, and not in the best way. His ears give a slight flick, ad he looks as unsure as Sentinel had made it sound.

"Forgive me if I"m surprised you agreed to this so quickly."

He's slightly sensing a trap, okay. Even if you're not the big planner.

He knew this would be hard for Ironhide to take in, especially once Optimus had covered the whole 'Megatron is an Autobot' thing. It certainly wasn't easy for anyone to swallow. A hand goes to Ironhide's shoulder, his voice even.

"I know it's a lot of information."

It doesn't necessarily help him emotionally, but it's what Ironhide needs.

"Bumblebee."

Sorry, Bee. Your skills as a saboteur are good, but not enough to get by Optimus. They've worked together for far too long, and been apart for what seems like longer.

Now was the time to talk.

"Would you join me for a moment?"

For awhile, Optimus's spark ached when Roller didn't show up. The thought that all the changes, all the information had spooked him certainly weighed heavily on his mind. It was eased slightly with Roller showing up at the last minute, but not enough.

One thin he doesn't expect is Roller approaching him after, as he looks out at the crater. Where does he even start?

"You've been avoiding me."

[He'd be lying if he said the laugh was unexpected. Had this been a few years ago, Megatron would have done the same thing. He was the object of Megatron's hatred, and nothing would have pleased him more than to destroy everything Optimus had loved.

But maybe that was why he had faith. Because in the end, Megatron had needed that hand held out. And maybe that boded the same for this one.

Even the most twisted soul can be healed.]

Yes, I'm widely known for my sense of humor.

[Apparently sarcasm is a thing Primes have now too.]

But this is not one of those moments.

The appearance brings back some slightly not-so-welcome memories in the form of Hunter, but it's certainly one he's not going to admit outright.

"Seems like your attempt didn't go over as successfully as you'd hoped. Although I'm pleased to meet you."

...

His hand is too large to hold out for a handshake, so he'll just gesture politely.

"I am Optimus Prime."

He actually snorts. Brief, because it sent a jab of pain into his side but. Sentinel actually just snorted laughter.

"I had a choice?"

Good thing he didn't offer his hand, Miria wouldn't have known what to do with it. Also give her a moment to actually get out of the crater, which will let Optimus see two things. One; she is very much mini-bot sized then she is human-sized and two; one of her arms has a very large hand shaped dent in it.

"... This Unit is called Miria, it is a pleasure Optimus Prime."

Introductions are good, yes? She's doing her best to be social but it's kind of flat.

"I was out shopping for spare parts," he corrects, doing his best to keep it more or less mild. Because his partner isn't wrong. He had been avoiding him Avoiding... all this.

Avoiding running into too much guilt.

"I'm here now, though," he adds, awkwardly. "Do we have a plan... or...?"

"That's... one way to put it, Prime."

He's grateful for the physical contact. Sort of like a physical support. Though he doesn't feel like he's going to keel over from shock any time soon, it's still a lot to absorb. More than he might be able to.

After a moment, he looks up, searching that familiar face. "You holdin' up okay?"

Arcee has come to understand that the hand on the shoulder thing was something Optimus did with people, as a sign of trust and friendship. It's a gesture of familiarity that she understands at least conceptually if not emotionally, so she doesn't fight it. It would be important to Optimus.

"No, I don't think so. Rodimus and Megatron are in charge of the Lost Light, and you and Bumblebee are responsible for those identifying themselves as Autobots."

Everyone liked Bumblebee. He had characteristics people liked, even if no one voted for him in the long run.

Shit.

Bumblebee sighs, shoulders slumping a bit in defeat. He turns to give Optimus a rather accusatory look. This isn't going to just be a walk and they both know it. The big guy could just come out and say it, but he won't. Bee can't turn him down either.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay."

"Yeah," comes the reply. "Had a little run in with someone from the DJD."

Bee says it so casually, as if it isn't a big deal at all. Business as usual. Nevermind the fact that the DJD hardly ever left anyone left alive. Bee could have been in serious trouble.

Optimus is going to worry. Bumblebee doesn't want that.

"An interview," Aftermath confirms, flicking the cards away back into his wrist compartment with a practiced motion.

"I've accumulated a bit of a list of questions over the years. Things a lot of people have wanted to know, either in regards to the Autobot cause or what your stance on certain matters were personally." He flips out a datapad and a stylus and starts going through a calender application. "Mind you, we won't go over all of them, it's a very long list, but I've selected a few that are quite relevant to the current political climate."

Ominous? A little.

"So, when would be a good time and place for you?" Aftermath asks, looking expectantly up at the Prime, stylus hover over the screen.

Edited 2015-02-04 00:40 (UTC)

Spy Shot 6 wasn't sure he was invited to this particular meeting, not being affiliated with this 'Autobot' organization, but then it was difficult to keep someone six inches tall from going where they wanted and easy to overlook them.

Not that he was trying to stay hidden at the moment, having climbed up onto a piece of wall to get a decent vantage point.

This Optimus Prime fellow certainly had a lot to say - and he rather resembled one of the NBEs Spy Shot had caught sight of back in his universe, and wasn't that interesting? - and the camera-bot understood very little of it. There was far too much he didn't know about any of this: of Autobots and Decepticons and Cybertron and Megatrons...

He wished his human partner was here. She was always much more intuitive and better at filling in the blanks than he was. He was really only good at remembering what was put in front of him. That's why she was the reporter and he was the camera.

"Working a crowd is a speciality of mine, but I've been known to enjoy peace and quiet on rare occasion." Another grin, as he settles down next to Optimus in his usual spot. There's something he needs to talk to Optimus about; Trailbreaker had given him some information about his future yet it wasn't enough. Empurata and Shadowplay - enough to change him. He expected the Shadowplay, but the empurata was surely out of spite.

Yet that didn't explain everything, not the glances he received from those around him as soon as he introduced himself. And Shockwave is determined to get the answer out of someone.

You insult me, Optimus, if you think that I would ever become an Autobot.

[His tone is casual, as always, but there's a dangerous note to it too.]

But obviously your Megatron was more inclined to listen to your endless speeches than I.

Not I.

Nothing short of the utter destruction of everything Optimus Prime knew and love would be a victory for me. That is the price of Godhood, you see. It is what makes us who we are. And no one knows your nature better than I do.

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oh nothing just telling space dad jokes

oh dear, pity for your space children then

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