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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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"Are we ever really prepared?"

Trust Bumblebee to make an attempt to lighten the mood. Whatever the case, if Optimus felt compelled to do something, then most of the time people really did need to sit and listen.

"So... What's really going on in that mind of yours?"

"That's not... " He trails off, dragging his hands down his face. That wasn't what he wanted to say. It wasn't what he was trying to get across. He turns away too, trying to compose himself instead of trying to end the conversation.

Though who knows how well it comes across.

"What if it was me?" he asks, finally. "What if... I was the one who ended up Prime. And you were the one who'd been gone four million years?" It's a terrible example. "You wouldn't know what to do, would you?"

His shoulder twitches.

"Yeah. Guess so."

Somehow, whatever Shockwave was expecting, that wasn't it. He'd been prepared for memories, for people to disappear from his mind. For the urge to rebel to be taken from him and for him to fall into the party line. But he's assumed - he assumed that they would leave him one thing.

He should have known Sentinel would not have been that kind. Shockwave's tanks twist, horror and sorrow overcoming his face as he grapples with this fact. And then to join the Decepticons - the side that would... what? Go against the bot he made sure could carry the Matrix and did?

Shockwave curls in on himself, letting his head fall into his hands. "Orion," because as much as he named Optimus, he's still Orion to Shockwave - that time too recent for him to move on completely. "What did I do?" Shockwave knows himself, knows Dai Atlas' words: see that you do not become a cruel scientist like Jhiaxus and Shockwave had shrugged it off because he would never.

But perhaps he had. And he needs to know.

Don't worry, Miria. Even though your tone didn't give off the sense of pride, Optimus feels a little bit of it for you. Because he seemingly knows just who might've almost stepped on you.

And he doesn't mind in the least.

"You assessed the situation as best you could, and performed admirably. But I recommend you head to the medical bay as soon as possible."

A pause.

"I can take you there, should you need it."

"Then...I will do it." Because it's the least he can do for all the soldiers. All the noncombatants who had to put themselves on the line. The lives placed into his hands.

It might not be the Cybertron they fought for, but it would do.

"Whenever you'd like to begin, I'll answer to the best of my ability."

Yeah he's calling bullshit on that as well. He might as well try and be caring.

"If you need to rest--"

Good thing she left out the part where she shot at Sentinel and got thrown, that may drop Optimus' sense of pride in her. Also more of you guys telling her to see a medic.

"This Unit is functioning fine, if it becomes an issue then it shall seek out the 'medics'," she says the word medics as if it's something she really shouldn't be saying. Like a small child saying a swear word.

And she blinks.

"Also Optimus Prime is not the first Cybertronian to suggest this Unit seek repairs." Also dodging the offer of an escort to the medibay.

Strutting confidently onto a hand significantly larger than his entire body, Spy Shot nods affirmatively.

"I have misplaced my reporter," he adds in explanation.

Spy Shot doesn't even hesitate to climb onto Optimus's hand. He's well used to hitching rides on other people. The Prime's palm is certainly much roomier than Vera's, though!

Permission to ask about anything! That's so exciting and he seriously doesn't know where to start.

Thankfully, Optimus starts with a question, and he answers with a nod. "Yes, you exist. You are alien robots. From Cybertron."

It doesn't matter that they're on Cybertron right now. As far as Spy Shot is concerned, aliens are anybody not from Earth.

Sentinel interrupts with a short, sharp, "No."

Look at yourself and your life choices, Starscream, and consider why that reputation is what it is. And why it'd be a reoccurring theme. But Optimus remains none-the-wiser for the moment.

"Mmm."

His eyes bore into the jet, studying him as he walks closer. He has this nagging feeling that he should -know- him, but...not enough of the pieces are there. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle."

A pause.

"Are you familiar with the landscape?"

You weren't thinking of cutting and running were you, Starscream?

It was hard to admit. But Optimus had lost almost all of those close to him at least once in his life. A second chance was something he couldn't squander away. Especially if this world somehow held a key to making that permanent. His own vocalizer resets as he 'clears his throat', gaze shifting slightly to the side.

"We have much catching up to do."

His life choices are ABSOLUTELY FINE thank you

"Er..."

Starscream flinches slightly and takes half a step back as Optimus takes those steps towards him. That question mostly just registers confusion on the Seeker's face, and he frowns slightly. "Are you asking me if I am native to this Cybertron, or merely if I've familiarized myself with the lay of the land...?" He puffs up a bit again, looking rather proud of himself. "Because if it's the latter, I am quite good at scouting from the air, so yes."

Then he remembers he's talking to an Optimus goddamn Prime and checks himself a bit. Now is not the time to be starting casual conversation.

Except he really wants to.

It's hard to find people to talk to when you're avoiding everyone and in-hiding from someone who is trying to murder you.

God he's so lonely and sick of talking to himself.

"That's not...entirely false." Despite how right Ironhide was, he still thought well of his friend. But he takes the joke like a trooper, nudging Ironhide back with the slightest of touches. That was enough.

"But I sense something. And it's been at the back of my mind the whole time I've been here."

...

"And it lies out there in the wastelands."

"So that's where we're goin'."

It's not really a question. Not anymore. He folds his arms closer, nodding, as if he's made up his mind.

Then, slowly, he reaches out to rest a hand on Prime's elbow.

"I'm with you, Optimus. No question. No arguin'."

"You know... I could have sworn you said that when I got here."

Which is the truth. There had been much to catch up on then and now Bumblebee is thinking that there is more going on here. Something is up with Optimus - there is more guilt leaking through than usual.

"So what's going on, big guy?"

While it gets almost no response from Optimus, he had to admit that was true. He was...actually notorious for it. So instead of a vocal answer, he gives be slightly wider, attentive eyes, followed by a nod.

Congrats, Bee. He's amused.

"I don't understand." His mind was certainly a mystery, even to himself. "Although I suppose...a lot has happened in such a short amount of time. And...there's something about this place."

Do you think that maybe you should see a medic is why everyone's telling you to see a medic, Miria? Just...maybe.

"Very well." He wasn't in a position to tell someone to do something against their will, and she seemed to be functioning relatively fine enough. Nothing critical from what he can see.

"But perhaps if the unanimous advice is sound...."

"Sentinel."

If you're injured still he is not going to be responsible for your stupid ass.

Optimus's eyes sadden at seeing this, almost regretting admitting it to him. Shockwave had asked, but was it really right to...do this? Something he'll have to add to his guilt later. For four million years he bled slowly, watching someone he cared for so deeply lose himself, a shell of what he once was.

"You spared Dai Atlus's life." He'd open with that. Letting Shockwave know that....some part of him must have remained. "Perhaps logical, but I like to think there's more to it than that."

What comes next isn't as friendly.

"But...you served under Megatron, who became as twisted as you. A humble miner willing to move people with words, now killer. And you as his...scientist. Someone who put logic before everything."

He has to suppress a groan and moaning BUT DAAAD.

"This is not the first time I've received a life threatening injury," Sentinel blows a puff of air out one of his vents that might be indignant. "I would not leave if I was in danger of dropping dead."

But medics are for peoples, and she is not a peoples. She is a machine.

"As this Unit has stated, if it becomes an impairment then it shall seek repairs." And she's not saying it, but really it's just Optimus and Pipes who told her to, gosh.

Also now enjoy silence by the crater with Miria staring at Optimus.

His eyes immediately follow that hand, looking at his elbow and following it to Ironhide's optics. His own seem to brighten at the bodyguard's response. And while it's not visible, there is a smile under that faceplate.

"I knew I could count on you, old friend."

He can see it. The way those optics lighten. Like some weight's been lifted off him. And that's what he wants to see. That's the look he wants Prime to always have.

"Course you can. Always could."

"Whenever I'd like to-" Aftermath stops, squints at his datapad, takes a moment to process the words, then looks back to Optimus. "Right now?"

Well, he's not complaining since it meant he didn't have to hunt the Autobot leader down if he was going to wiggle out of the interview later. However, he'd been planning to give Prime some mercy and let him think about potential answers for a bit.

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