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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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[This is for all the non Lost Lighters attending OP's meeting!]

[Feelings talk goes here]

[This one's just for you #bestprime]

He sits up and swings his legs over the edge of the berth, something he's only recently been able to do without blacking out. It hurts, of course, but Sentinel's unimpressed and mildly annoyed expression doesn't waver, despite the needling pain on the base of both feet.

Whining and crying for help just isn't his style.

"The Matrix saw fit to lend you more than just wisdom, then."

Your humour fucking sucks bro get out of his room

[After his encounter with Nautica, some time ago, Megatron was all fired up and ready to do things. That faded after a bit and he found himself bored again. He's not entirely sure if he was consciously on the lookout for Optimus, but when he spots a familiar red-and-blue colour scheme, his spark jumps with excitement. Could it be?

Eagerly, he circles lower, taking in every detail he can from above, before transforming and landing a respectable distance away. From this angle, he immediately noticed that this is not, in fact, his Optimus Prime. The differences are obvious to him. Glaringly obvious. Disappointment clouds his spark, but he puts on a charming, sharp-toothed, smile nonetheless.]

Optimus Prime.

[Do you know who he is, Strange Optimus? He should hope so.]

I was wondering when I'd run into one of you.

"It's quite selective, I assure you."

He keeps his ground as Sentinel rises to his feet, eyes firmly locked on the other. "Have you recovered? I hadn't asked if the doctors had given you clearance." While he knew that that wouldn't stop Sentinel, he still had to give an ounce of caring towards him.

...

"I didn't come here to reopen your wounds."

He may as well come out with it.

She's not used to standing with a crowd, especially some that might not want her there. But the badge on her chest is as much of a mark that she belongs with everyone as anything else, and so Arcee at least shows her face. Sure, she's off to the side and as silent as one might come to expect, but she's there.

Standing.

Awkwardly.

[It's not a voice he certainly recognizes. Foreign, in some aspects as he hears it utter his name. Something about it seemed to chill his spark, and his ear pieces flick slightly, the only noticeable sign of acknowledgement the other is going to get for a few moments.

Who would say his name with such a sneer? With such vitriol?]

Megatron.

[Tired Optimus turn away from the crater, flicking over to the being behind him. It's certainly not a Megatron he recognizes. Far too spiky, and somewhat more unhinged than his own. His stance doesn't falter, a trait of any and all Optimus Primes, as the other approaches. Despite the unfamiliarity, when it came to Megatron, Optimus was always prepared. Even for the ones of other universes.]

Then you know I am not your own.

[Arms fold, looking straight at him.]

That being said, I'm curious to what you want with me? Technically, we have no issues with each other. My war is over.

"Delightful," Flat as a board, as ever. "Yes, I can leave without needing any further medical attention."

Not quite the truth, but he's not in any danger of real damage. Proteus can help him with the joint issues. Probably. He won't have much of a choice.

"Fighting won't get us anywhere, no. What do you want?"

Shockwave doesn't follow Optimus out - busy talking to those few bots he knows or recognizes and introducing himself to the ones that he doesn't. It's slow going, and he's used to the expressions of shock by now that everyone gets when he says his name. Most are too polite to say anything but the stares are the hardest things to hide. To say that he minded wouldn't be entirely accurate, he's just tired of having to explain himself.

There's one mech he doesn't have to do that with, and Shockwave goes in search of him.

"Optimus!" And his voice is cheerful but relieved, smile easy and wide. "I wondered where you ran off to."

But mine is not.

[There's an intense hunger in his gaze as he makes eye contact. He has destroyed his own Optimus once. He could destroy another. And then maybe another. And keep on destroying them until this world finally burns. Megatron knows his and Optimus Prime's place in the universe, and he glories in every moment of it. This Optimus might not be as intimately familiar to him as his own, but surely he knows the dance just as well.

This Optimus isn't his Optimus. There needs to be some punishment for that.]

The war can never be over. Such a thing is impossible as long as you and I live in any universe. It's inevitable, see? But you will always believe. That is what you do.

[He smiles again, almost fondly.]

It comforts me that even you will not disappoint me.

[Pointed fingers flex, as if ready to draw out his sword, but somehow, he refrains. Patience Megatron. Patience.]

He hadn't expected Arcee to participate. She had taken rather well to the Autobot ideals, and her loyalty had remarkably grown to him. But it was a social gathering, and he wasn't about to tell Arcee to be around so many people. That would be her choice.

"I'm certainly glad you came, Arcee." His voice was quieter than usual, a hand reaching out to hover over her shoulder a moment before placing it there.

She shouldn't stand alone, that made it only more uneasy.

"If you have any questions--"

He has to tilt his head up slightly to make eye contact with Sentinel, but that doesn't stop him from approaching. It seemed like yesterday he was looking at him in much the same manner, except that he was merely Orion Pax, an officer with a lot to say about the Senate and its practices.

Now...they were equals.

"I'm here to give you a second chance. A chance to redeem yourself from the toxic mindset the Senate had a hand in making."

While he thinks the offer is a joke and Optimus is just there to get in his way, Sentinel's expression doesn't so much as quirk.

He'll play along. He can't do anything else, right now.

"How do you intend to do that?"

Hearing Shockwave's voice, in such a cheerful tone no matter--it'd only emphasized his thoughts further. Was this world just playing a cruel joke on him? Shockwave had been at the meeting, and had been rather supportive of the entire thing. But there was discussion to be had, and Optimus had no time to really deal with the situation of Shockwave being here.

Until now.

He turns, when the jet approaches, eyes a tad bit more wide and alert than usual.

"Mm. I thought some time away from the meeting would do some good. I see you had similar thoughts."

And it totally wasn't because he was there.

[Something about the way he says that, it bristles the proverbial hairs on Optimus's neck. Blue eyes narrow, almost dangerously as he keeps quiet, as stoic as the Optimus that Megatron seems so...fond of. If 'fond' was the proper term to use for such a feeling. He knows the dance, sure enough. But there's something off about his new partner. He simply has to figure out what set him this way. ]

Hmm. Perhaps that's one thought. For awhile, I'd assumed that while any of us still lived, war would follow. But the future is a hard thing to predict, and placing too much faith in one specific path can lead to...

[He pauses, trying to find the right word.]

insanity.

[He notices those fingers, itching for a fight. his own fingers twitch, drumming the air silently as he keeps his eyes locked on the other.]

And yet, I cannot say the same.

[Insanity? Oh he knows Optimus. He knows this very well. He's not so deluded that he's not aware that his own mind is broken beyond repair. This self-awareness allows him to view the world with an amused eye. These pitiful creatures cannot see what he can see. Optimus though. Optimus understands him.

Or, at least.

His Optimus did.]

Ahh, but some paths must be followed. Others must be destroyed. That is the way of things. The way of you and me.

I've killed my Optimus Prime, you know. Destroyed him and his people.

[He says, despite a small voice in the back of his mind wondering, hoping, that maybe he is wrong.]

He destroyed the one thing that could have restored our burned and ruined Cybertron to stop me. [He laughs.] And he suffered for it. Would you have done the same, I wonder? Destroyed something so infinitely precious to protect the weak?

I'm curious.

Clearly, Optimus needed more on his mind because the universe sees fit to drop Aftermath on him then and there.

The old truck had been... well, it wasn't quite an ambush since he had basically been in plain sight a respectable distance away from the Autobot's gathering point, waiting for a suitable moment. He'd certainly been keeping track of the individuals he spotted along the way and he'd absolutely been keeping a keen optic out for that iconic red and blue color scheme.

"Optimus Prime," he calls out, striding over to his target. "May I have a moment of your time?"

If Sentinel thinks it's a joke, Optimus sure isn't laughing. He folds his arms, remaining as firm on the idea as when he said it. Eyes never leaving the other.

"I plan to keep an eye on you. Guide you."

Teach you how to be an actual person.

"If you want to say you don't need it, I want you to think long and hard about when you fought Megatron. Why he fought you, and why you lost both times. He let you live this time, so I suggest you use what life this place is giving you to better yourself."

Perhaps you're right, Megatron. Maybe paths do need to be destroyed, and I can think of one right now. Yours.

[He steps closer. This was Megatron, and if that held true, then he knew what he was up against. He knew his enemy no matter what universe he hailed from. In the end, they all shared the same sky.]

Stop going down it. Follow in my world's Megatron's footsteps, and stop the war. End it, become an Autobot, and see the true nature of what you had always meant to be--someone who wanted freedom for his people.

[He couldn't guarantee those were Megatron's motives, but bluffing never hurt anyone.

At the question, though, he stops.]

I did.

The sound of his name ringing through the air certainly catches his attention, although it's not a voice he recognizes right off the bat. It gets his head to turn, seeing the truck walk over to him. A possible Decepticon, but he was reserving judgement for the time being. After all, the war was over, and if Aftermath had no qualms about him, it'd be the same for himself.

"Of course."

There's one more glance out at the crater before turning his full attention to the other.

"I don't believe we've met."

[Sorry Optimus, but the moment you said "Become and Autobot", Megatron threw his head back and started laughing uproariously. That's got to be the funniest thing he's ever heard of since Starscream's existence. He continues this for a good, long, time before eventually stopping.]

What a sense of humour you have! That was something my Optimus always lacked.

"Become an Autobot," how absurd.

"Aftermath. Journalist," he says, and flipping his ID and credentials out. In his experience, Autobots generally didn't appreciate shaking hands with him, so he just skips that.

The credentials themselves weren't Cybertronian in origin, There were three cards all together, all from different sectors of the universe and written in the most common dialects found therein.

"I was hoping we could schedule an interview at some point."

What's that Optimus, hoping to have some quiet time by the crater to think? Hahaha unlikely, more so since there is a small (for Cybertronian standards) robot who happened to be puttering about in the crater at around the same time the Prime is doing his thing. That robot, being Miria, may have noticed Optimus and is trying to not be noticed.

Which makes it kind of hard to get out of the crater, since transforming and flying out is to flashy. So climbing it is. Which is not quiet at all, especially when she slips and let's out a small...

"... ow."

He had actually had time to have a long think about why he lost and how he'll have to behave while he's here, the times he was conscious long enough. It's a uniquely awful situation - Sentinel can't quite see how he'd get back home and at the same time, fully realises that there's no way he can rely on his old mindset and expect things to go back to the way they were. Briefly, he mourns the loss of being able to intimidate and murder people. While it's not his only skill, it's certainly the one he enjoys the most.

If he's being honest, he doesn't quite know what to do. Here Optimus was, offering a hand like it was his duty. Like it was his place. Disgusting, really. Sentinel is momentarily filled with enough robot misanthropy he's shocked something didn't spontaneously combust.

He quirks an optical ridge; "Consider the contract sealed." I'm your problem now. If Optimus is going to be suspicious at how easily Sentinel agreed to it, he has good reason.

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