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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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Well maybe if the cat wasn't a giant red indicator in plain sight...

"I'm not here to fight, Starscream." He was going to make that perfectly clear, and hopefully, deter him from any confrontation that might be out of self defense. "And as you said, we are in a similar predicament."

A hand extends out, although his eyes remain just as hard as ever. He doesn't trust Starscream in any universe, that's for sure. But in order to survive, they're going to have to acknowledge teamwork.

"Surely we can agree that fighting would be time wasted."

Please don't.

And despite Sentinel being a complete ass. Optimus's arm goes out to Sentinel as he lurches, knowing eyes staring at him. "Then if you wish to prove that, heal completely."

It did leave them at an awkward silence, didn't it. And unfortunately, Optimus isn't too good with small talk.

...

"I'm truly glad you're here, Arcee."

Well, nothing like reassurance to break that awkward.]

For that he's glad, because he could not have believed himself capable of leading Dai Atlas to his death - his dearest friend who'd watched over him and warned him against-- against this. He'd learned what lessons he could from his teacher and then moved beyond them. But no, no he had done what he thought was impossible, and the scope of what he could do if he let himself is-- well, he'd known he was always smarter than Jhiaxus and look what he'd done..

"A Decepticon," he says, disliking the way it leaves his mouth. A mouth that he wouldn't have in the future. He was supposed to be by Optimus' side - that was how the plan should have worked. Distaste and anger flick over his face and he cannot stand it. "I--"

He eyes the proffered hand up suspiciously, still standing there rigidly on the defensive. It certainly doesn't appear like the Decepticon has any intention of attacking: though Optimus is wise to question his intentions, Starscream just looks jittery and suspicious.

"How did you guess my name...?" He murmurs uncertainly, narrowed eyes flicking between the hand and Optimus' face.

Look buddy, you should be thankful he didn't just hack up a load of energon and oil on you.

He's too stubborn to just get back on the berth when he can theoretically leave. Pulling himself out of Optimus' reach, he stands back up to his full height. Or... as much as he can manage inside the clinic.

"Your professional medical opinion has been noted."

"I am Aftermath." Watching the little guy get distracted by his hands was extremely endearing, although he does get the impression that Spy Shot was very... very young.

"If you're going to be working with me, we'll have to establish some safety guidelines. Is that alright?"

"I, ah. Well then. Alright."

Figures Optimus wouldn't be the sort to worry about miswording things. It also made things a bit easier for Aftermath: if Prowl never knew about the interview, then Prowl wasn't going to speak out against it. He wonders if any non-Autobot journalists ever got a chance to speak with Optimus Prime at all- and if so, how many survived...

... Perhaps he was being a little too paranoid.

"There's a decently comfortable pile of rubble over there. Not... exactly ideal. But it is available."

They're really huge hands! And he can actually see into the joints and check out how they work! Humans keep all their joints hidden behind their skin. Which it probably a good idea, really. Keeps the dust out. When he gets dirty they have to try and get some of his casing off and give him a thorough spritzing with the air can. It tickles.

Spy Shot nods. Jobs and guidelines go together! OSH is very important. Even if it didn't technically apply to him.

Optimus leans in to get a better look at the screen on Spy Shot's back. Interesting. He's never seen anything like it before, but he can't help but feel he should. Something tugging at the back of his mind about it.

"And this...gave you life?"

His eyes flick to the camera, slighting up a shade. "Then it's fortunate that you had an encounter with it."

That is to say, he's glad you're here to tell him this, despite just meeting you.

"Optimus Prime is my name now, but if you prefer Orion Pax, we are one in the same person, and I have not changed, Roller. Or rather, nothing has changed me except the tide of war and passage of time."

This hurt more than he wanted it to.

"I'm no longer a cop, but I'd hoped our friendship would stayed constant through all of that."

"Thank you, Prime."

So. So so so awkward.

It does hurt. It hurts more than it should, and nothing he can say seems to be making it any better. There's only so far those huge feet of his can be shoved into his mouth before something breaks.

"I'm glad to see you," he blurts out, at a loss for anything else to say. Like the words are somehow going to fix everything.

There's that time gap, though. And suddenly it feels more physical than anything else.

"I mean... I'm the same bot I was. I didn't... I haven't had time to be anything else. I'm not trying to brush you off, Pax, I'm... I'm trying to figure things out."

"It did!" Flicking off his screen, he turns back around to stare Optimus in the face. "I am very fortunate. I got to both become alive and not get killed."

In fact, he's the only bit of transformed human technology he's aware of that has that honour. Sector Seven was very thorough about executing all the people they created.

That's Bumblebee though. He diffuses a lot of situations with sassy sarcasm and humor.

"I could say something about this place... But it's probably not the something that you are thinking of."

Again, Bumblebee doesn't understand the mysticism surrounding Primes. He's served under two of them now and he still doesn't really comprehend all that. Then again, Sentinel had never really been all that intune, had he?

"Pretty sure the guy didn't know who I was."

No badge. That's about as safe as Bumblebee can get in that situation.

"Anyway. Worried about what? I'm expecting a list that is the size of Metroplex here."

Ah Sector Seven, always classy.

"...Were there more of you?"

More of you that...perchance DID NOT MAKE IT? Optimus's eyes are wide, and although his voice didn't raise, there's a slight hint of concern there.

"Oh yes!" Spy Shot says. "Well, not more of me, because I am my own unique person, but you mean others like me, yes?"

He quickly flips back around and begins to show off a rather extensive and morbid montage of various pieces of human technology being brought to life inside a box, only to be electrocuted or shot when they escaped.

He'd spent a lot of time watching the lives and deaths of the others like him. Even though he didn't help them - couldn't, really, if he wanted to stay alive himself - it seemed important to remember that they existed, even if only for a short time.

HE JUST WANTS TO MAKE SURE.

"Very well." He takes a few steps, to get a pace going that he can eventually fall into place with Miria with.

"How much of this world have you observed?"

And she's taking big strides to keep up with Optimus, she's actually kind of fast for her size.

"... This Unit has scouted a reasonable area around the ruins," She replies, her attention focused directly in front of her instead of on Optimus.

"This Unit has also made attempts to enter planetary orbit, but it's systems seem to malfunction as it is drawn back to the planet." In other words, Miria is mistaking that nice call of Cybertron as a malfunction in her systems.

It hurts to tell Shockwave this--As the one who led him down the path to being Prime, the one who outfitted him for it. And it shows in his eyes as he watches the Senator take it all in. Optimus had shared that dream too--of leading the Autobots with Shockwave at his side, as they should have been.

But nothing is as it should be.

"It was logical." Words that still hurt his spark to this day, but...were the truth. Shockwave, after empurata and shadowplay, had chosen what side was beneficial, not what felt right. A hand raised itself to go around his friend's shoulders to comfort (something he didn't do with many bots, surely).

"I'm sorry that I couldn't--"

Couldn't save you.

It's amazing how Bee can pull it off with less of the headache that Rodimus gives.

"Probably not." Hey, he never lies, right?

But right, he had a point he was going to make. His gaze shifts out to somewhere behind Bee, as if something caught his attention.

"This planet...it has something to say."

He is, slightly. Although this wouldn't have even been an option if you just stayed on the berth.

Optimus watches as Sentinel stands up, eyes still somewhat judging, although not specifically speaking what he's thinking.

"Very well."

"The planet is speaking to you," Bumblebee repeats.

It's not the oddest thing that he has heard come from Optimus. The Primes have that weird sort of connection, don't they? Bee just isn't sure how the planet could be speaking without the Matrix. It's broken so isn't that connection also broken? These are things that he is never going to fully understand.

"So where do we go?"

Here he is: back to following Optimus Prime.

"You need to be somewhere I can see you or at least somewhere I can't step on you, preferably on my shoulders. We can make you a box to sit in later." Primus, he doesn't doubt that Spy Shot can take care of himself, but all it takes is one misstep and Spy Shot would be one very flat camera.

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