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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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Spy Shot gives a little shrug, not looking particularly bothered. Then again, his expression doesn't seem to change much at all.

"She is probably still at home, but I am here now."

Poor Vera, stuck using an inferior non-sentient camera. Spy Shot would make it up to her when he gets home with all this footage of an alien planet and NBEs.

"I hope you find your way safely back to her some time." Aftermath cups his hands together protectively.

"What is your name?" he asks, tone gentle.

"Me too," Spy Shot says, gaze drawn from Aftermath's face to the giant hands surrounding him. Vera says that it's polite to look at people while you're talking to them, but it's really hard to resist his curiosity sometimes. He's already inspected Aftermath's face, after all!

"I am Spy Shot 6."

"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?"

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.

"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.

Spy Shot gives another firm nod. That makes perfect sense! Vera got nervous when he was underfoot sometimes too. He usually stayed in her bag or sat on her shoulder. But wow, there's is so much more room on Aftermath's shoulders! And yet a lot less hair to hang on to. He's sure he can manage.

He's also pretty sure he could fit inside of Aftermath's wrist, and he gets down on hands and knees at the edge of his palm to stare into the gap. He really is paying attention to what you're saying, Aftermath! He just has a lot of attention to go around.

"... I wouldn't try going in there," Aftermath says somewhat warily when he notices Spy Shot peering into his wrist gap. "I don't fancy having to take my armor off to get you out if you get stuck."

However...

The old truck pops his wrist compartment open. "Would you like to try this on for size?"

"I wouldn't get stuck," Spy Shot says. However, he's not about to grow traipsing around under someone's armor without permission. Vera taught him that it was rude to hide inside of people's clothing without asking, after all.

The wrist compartment, however, is an invitation! Scrambling over Aftermath's arm, the little bot settles into it. It's actually quite roomy. The size difference between a camera and a large Cybertronian is pretty stunning.

"Hmm," Aftermath watches Spy Shot exploring the compartment contemplatively. "Not as stationary as I'd like, but a little modification and a gyroscope could solve some of that."

He'd need some supplies and finer tools than he had on him at the moment though.

Spy Shot peers around the compartment, then up at Aftermath. "If you put stuff in it, I won't bounce around much."

That's how it always went in Vera's purse, after all! Then again, this it a bit larger than the inside of a purse.

On the other hand, Spy Shot's hands are basically fine tools personified if Aftermath wants to engage in some surgery. He can't help with the supplies, though.

"I can put cushioning," Aftermath offers. "I'd honestly prefer it if you didn't bounce around at all, really."

That does not seem like a pleasant thing to experience in the least.

"Okay," Spy shot agrees. Honestly, he prefers not bouncing around to bouncing around most of the time, unless he's bouncing on purpose.

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