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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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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."

Years of working with bots smaller than him gave him a keen eye for this sort of thing. He was more wary of things below him than at eye level. It was his good perception and...well, the small 'ow' that catches his attention, eyes flicking down to the crater to see who had uttered the small noise.

Cue a crouch down as well, to get a better look.

"Do you need help?"

Nothing too patronizing, but merely asking.

Oh, someone is there. Enjoy that very human looking face looking up at you, Optimus. Even though the majority of Miria's body is not human looking. You know, with the space jet robot parts.

And even if Optimus was being patronizing, she wouldn't have realized it.

"... This Unit was trying to not be spotted," she replies in a matter of fact tone. "In case the Cybertronian is hostile."

Even after meeting some nicer Cybertronians she is still being cautious, sorry Optimus.

The appearance brings back some slightly not-so-welcome memories in the form of Hunter, but it's certainly one he's not going to admit outright.

"Seems like your attempt didn't go over as successfully as you'd hoped. Although I'm pleased to meet you."

...

His hand is too large to hold out for a handshake, so he'll just gesture politely.

"I am Optimus Prime."

Good thing he didn't offer his hand, Miria wouldn't have known what to do with it. Also give her a moment to actually get out of the crater, which will let Optimus see two things. One; she is very much mini-bot sized then she is human-sized and two; one of her arms has a very large hand shaped dent in it.

"... This Unit is called Miria, it is a pleasure Optimus Prime."

Introductions are good, yes? She's doing her best to be social but it's kind of flat.

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?"

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."

"I guess you could say we are both extraterrestrials. From a certain point of view. And one I'd certainly like to know more about."

And while Miria isn't concerned about her injury, Optimus surely will be. His hand gestures out slowly, as if to take it in the tips of his fingers. "Golden. Were they about my size?"

Just...just making sure.

"This Unit is from Earth, thus not an extraterrestrial, Optimus Prime."

Really, the only thing she is concerned about is that she only has one arm access to her weapons. But she's not going to voice that, instead focusing on what Optimus is doing.

"It is possible. This Unit did not take stock of the crea-- Cybertronian's size, it was bigger than this Unit and attempted to step upon this Unit." A pause. "This Unit proceeded to stab the threat in it's foot."

If she felt pride she would have sounded so proud right then.

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."

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.

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...."

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.

Best part is we have robot medics! For robots! Like them!!

"If you are certain," because Optimus does not sound certain at all. Call it the Commander in him, but he cares about his crew. Even the ones he's only recently adopted.

...

Okay now things are awkward.

"Well, if you have no need to see a medic, would you like to walk with me?"

But she has mechanics! ... On Earth, and not here. Whoops.

And it's only awkward for Optimus. She doesn't know what awkward is.

So...

Enjoy that slow blink at his offer.

"This Unit was scouting the area, it would not mind continuing in the presence of Optimus Prime."

In other words, sure she'll walk with you big guy.

See. He has a point admit it.

At her affirmation to his request, though, his eyes soften, giving her a little nod and an outstretched hand. In case she wants a lift.

"I can carry you, if it would help. My legs are...rather long in comparison to you."

Nope, not ever gonna admit it.

And she's briefly staring at the offered hand.

"This Unit's legs are still functioning, if distance becomes an issue it can fly instead."

Jeez Optimus, she's not a tiny baby that needs to be carried.

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.

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S'up space dad

oh nothing just telling space dad jokes

oh dear, pity for your space children then

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