[Closed], [Open] after

[luckyfaceplate]

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.

Comments

[luckyfaceplate]

He can see the slight daggers behind those eyes, but if he was affected by them, it certainly didn't show. The point is, Bumblebee had tipped him off to something very concerning at the meeting. He'd held off--as it wasn't right to bring it up in front of everyone.

But here.

"Your injuries. You're telling me the Decepticon Justice Decision is responsible?"

That's all he's going to say, to start. Optimus was a bot of few words, usually. But this is news to him, certainly.

[luckyfaceplate]

It's certainly warming that Arcee accepts it as well. After her own choice to join the Autobots, Optimus had felt it necessary to include her just as seamlessly as he would to people who joined during the war. She was just as important, if not more.

Because she needed stability. He was already seeing changes for the better in her.

"That's right. Although I fear it's going to be difficult to maintain this now. I feel as long as we stick together as one, we'll have a more unified society here, and a more unified front to getting home."

...

He looks over, at Bumblebee chatting among the others.

"I'm fortunate to have him back."

[luckyfaceplate]

"No."

It's a blunt answer as he meets his gaze, head tilting up only slightly.

"But I hadn't considered you being so resigned."

[luckyfaceplate]

Bumblebee you can't just say you had a run in with the DJD during a huge meeting! Optimus's optics grow wide, almost to the point where they would probably pop out of his helm.

He wants to say something. 'What were you thinking!?' comes to mind first. But it's not the right place or time, and attempts to calm himself and--

"I see."

...It's really hard to take this as nonchalantly as possible.

"But you've recovered, and that's what's most important in this time."

[taselikeabee]

Bee nods, trotting alongside Optimus as best as he can. Yes, it had been a not so subtle tip off, but that isn't why he is half put out. Being scolded... Honestly.

"Just one. Big guy with the Con badge as a face," he answers, frowning just a little. "I got away after distracting him enough."

How he had distracted Tarn? Well, that's not for Bee to say. Yet.

[luckyfaceplate]

Ironhide certainly had more to catch up on than most And he wasn't the type to really process the complicated stuff. But that's where Optimus came in, to act as any kind of support he could for him, be it mentally or physically.

"I'm as well as can be expected. It's certainly a turn of events."

His eyes are the best indicators of his mood, and right now...he's a little lost.

[staygoldponybot]

"As I thought."

He could bemoan the fact he's missing an organ, is in a considerable amount of pain and has no real other options. Sentinel isn't really one for self pity, however. Not outwardly, anyway.

"It is a battle not worth fighting." He has no interest in accumulating more damage when he's barely functioning as is. Also, most people here are from the fucking future, alright.

[taselikeabee]

Sure he can. Bumblebee can say it and continue on like it's just a bullet point on a list. He even ignores the wide optics and the surprise. Bee isn't dumb to the sorts of reactions that saying such a thing will merit.

"For the most part. I got lucky, mostly."

Lucky is an understatement. Everyone is likely to know this. They can move on to the next point in conversation, yes?

"Anything else going on?"

[luckyfaceplate]

Six inches tall was certainly the perfect infiltration height, especially to an Autobot party. And well...Optimus wouldn't exactly kick him out even if he were standing at the door. But he notices the little speck wandering around, and decided to at least take notice.

"My apologies. I was unaware we had smaller guests this evening. Is there anything I can do to provide information or assistance?"

His voice was as even as always, gentle and inoffensive. At least...he hoped.

[luckyfaceplate]

He knows when you're lying, Roller. Although he won't bring that part up. Orion might have called him out on it, but he'd been through a war now. And sometimes, little victories are the most important.

"I want to head out to see what this planet has. I expect its mostly deserted, but I have to be sure."

...

"But I also want to talk."

[officerjuicebox]

"You really think we're going to find anything out there?"

He shifts the box onto his hip, gesturing with the other hand. Pax usually had a plan, and while they could be... interesting... they were always there. And he'd support him.

That's what partners were supposed to do.

"Talk about... what?" he asks, even though he has a good idea, and it makes his spark sort of sink.

[luckyfaceplate]

To be honest, he was glad that either Sentinel's pride was overtaking the conversation, and that he wouldn't draw this out more than it needed, or that Sentinel was too ashamed to speak up. Whichever worked, he didn't care.

It got him the results.

"I'm happy to hear that, Sentinel. I look forward into turning you back into the Prime you should have been from the start."

If you were even worthy to start, asshole.

[luckyfaceplate]

All information that Optimus would have deemed it the public's right to know. His personal feelings were the feelings of the Autobot cause, at least in his spark. But he knew that wasn't the case. That the things they did, the actions they had to take...

Oh yes, right. Interview.

"And what would this be used for? Surely not for your own amusement."

Yeah, he'll be a little suspicious.

[arnhaid]

"So not so good," he adds, quietly.

The stocky bot shifts nearer to Prime, looking up at him. He can read the look in those optics. The sudden lack of memory hasn't changed that much. He still knows Optimus.

Still loves him. Unwavering.

"What do y'need me to do, Prime?" Asking it like he's asking what Optimus needs from the grocery store or something.

[luckyfaceplate]

"Mm. Seems like I've acquired that too among the years." Wanting peace and quiet was a luxury for him. And obtaining it, he really didn't know what to do with it. Add onto the fact that Shockwave is here, alive.

As he was.

After a quiet, awkward silence, his voice softens slightly. "It's good to see you, old friend. Words cannot even begin to describe."

His plating seems to settle a bit, as Shockwave stands next to him. As if his presence quelled the unease in his spark.

[luckyfaceplate]

Not-so-subtle is one way of putting it. It certainly wasn't what Optimus had expected on their next meet up. He leaves you alone and you almost get yourself killed again...

..."Tarn."

The word drips almost venomously from Prime's mouth.

"Tarn is here? On this planet?"

Just clarifying before he goes full dad mode.

[taselikeabee]

That would be the one. All of the DJD have names that coincide with Decepticon strongholds, essentially. The first places to be taken down during the war in its early stages. It's kind of hard to forget names like that, isn't it.

"Yeah... Tarn's here, Optimus," Bee finally replies, a little more seriously. "He said he was eventually going to go after his former boss."

So there's that warning too. It's funny. Four million years of hating Megatron and all of the Decepticons... Now here Bumblebee is, not really concerned about his own welfare here, but Megatron's. Others always have been more important, hmm?

[staygoldponybot]

HAHAHA "back"

His expression crimps at Optimus's statement - he really hates the implication Optimus has so much control over him. It's in his nature to resist being controlled. Quite ironic considering what he did to Cybertron.

"How noble." Stated with no shortage of disdain.

[luckyfaceplate]

Both things are noted, surely. Optimus is always observant, true, but her size does raise some questions (you are humanlike, but apparently not enough to pass for full human.)

"It is an honour to meet you, Miria. I'm afraid I've yet to meet anyone quite like you along my journey, so forgive me if I'm a little...curious."

His eye strays to that dent.

"Were you injured?"

[warcorrespondent]

"I did not risk putting myself under Prowl's spotlight for the sake of personal amusement, Optimus Prime." Aftermath lowers the datapad, expression unreadable. There's a reason he waited for Optimus instead of wading into the meeting. If Prowl knew about the interview Aftermath was planning to conduct... well.

The world was never a friendly place for journalists.

"I hope to put publish it once all the research is done. Put a few minds to ease- or at least to begin a proper discussion on what the future of our race will be in light of all that has come to pass," he answers quietly. "I think the people who have had to endure the war deserve that at least, don't you agree?"

[luckyfaceplate]

You once held the ideals that we are all to be equal, right?

[He senses that dangerous tone, far less sophisticated than his own Megatron's. That wasn't to say this Megatron didn't have class, but it certainly was more wild. Chaotic.]

Neither of us are gods, Megatron, no matter the universe.

That I am certain of.

[He takes a step forward, testing this out.]

[candidcamerabot]

Spy Shot peers up- and up and up and up -as Optimus Prime speaks to him. He had always thought of humans as rather large, but most Cybertronians are on a whole different scale. Honestly, he might as well be an insect compared to them, and he's rather pleased that Optimus noticed him.

"I am okay," he answers. "I am just listening. There is a lot that I don't know."

So much he doesn't know that he can hardly even ask questions! Far too many questions, and he wouldn't even know where to begin. Vera was always the one who was good at sorting out the important questions from the rest. Spy Shot just wants to ask everything.

[candidcamerabot]

After AFtermath has finished his interview with Optimus Prime, a small silver speck races towards him to cover the great distance between them - that would have been little more than a few steps for one of the Cybertronians.

"Hello!" Spy Shot calls, trying to catch Aftermath's attention before the reporter leaves. There's no way the camera-bot could catch up if he heads off.

[system_dp]

This is what happens when humans make a transforming space robot and they haven't been exposed to Cybertronians, Optimus. Also at the mention of being curious, Miria cocks her head slightly in a confused gesture.

"This Unit can understand Optimus Prime's curiousity, as this Unit is also curious about," a pause, as she's recalling the right proper word. "Cybertronians, as this Unit has never encountered such extraterrestrial species."

And she simply glances at her injured arm as if it was an after-thought.

"This Unit encountered a hostile upon arrival. The gold cre-- Cybertronian is a minor threat, that is all."

[warcorrespondent]

Aftermath had been about to transform and drive off when he hears the tiniest little voice. Having dealt with tiny aliens before, it does not entirely come as a surprise, although he does instinctively STOP moving.

"Hello?" he asks, looking around.