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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 6 wasn't sure he was invited to this particular meeting, not being affiliated with this 'Autobot' organization, but then it was difficult to keep someone six inches tall from going where they wanted and easy to overlook them.

Not that he was trying to stay hidden at the moment, having climbed up onto a piece of wall to get a decent vantage point.

This Optimus Prime fellow certainly had a lot to say - and he rather resembled one of the NBEs Spy Shot had caught sight of back in his universe, and wasn't that interesting? - and the camera-bot understood very little of it. There was far too much he didn't know about any of this: of Autobots and Decepticons and Cybertron and Megatrons...

He wished his human partner was here. She was always much more intuitive and better at filling in the blanks than he was. He was really only good at remembering what was put in front of him. That's why she was the reporter and he was the camera.

Six inches tall was certainly the perfect infiltration height, especially to an Autobot party. And well...Optimus wouldn't exactly kick him out even if he were standing at the door. But he notices the little speck wandering around, and decided to at least take notice.

"My apologies. I was unaware we had smaller guests this evening. Is there anything I can do to provide information or assistance?"

His voice was as even as always, gentle and inoffensive. At least...he hoped.

Spy Shot peers up- and up and up and up -as Optimus Prime speaks to him. He had always thought of humans as rather large, but most Cybertronians are on a whole different scale. Honestly, he might as well be an insect compared to them, and he's rather pleased that Optimus noticed him.

"I am okay," he answers. "I am just listening. There is a lot that I don't know."

So much he doesn't know that he can hardly even ask questions! Far too many questions, and he wouldn't even know where to begin. Vera was always the one who was good at sorting out the important questions from the rest. Spy Shot just wants to ask everything.

The bot's personality immediately strikes a positive note with the Prime, even offering him a hand to sit on if he wanted eye-to-eye conversation. "If there's anything I can inform you about, I'll do my best to answer personally."

It WAS a lot of information, after all.

"You are aware of our race?"

That was always a good place to start.

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.

"Then that at least clears up some of the basics." A relief, really, because explaining the 'robots but not really' talk is something he has quite had enough of right now. Thankfully, Spy Shot is mechanical himself.

Much easier to relate to.

"We are. This is our home, and yet, it is not specifically my home. Different dimension."

"It is not my home either," Spy Shot says in commiseration. "Though I'm not sure whether or not it is my dimension"

Did his NBEs come from Cybertron? Could this be their home? He really had no way of knowing. He regrets not having tried to go with the yellow NBE when it took the Cube and NBE-1 woke up. Then he could have learned more.

Of course, he also wouldn't have met Vers, and he doesn't regret that.

"Hmm. I suppose that would be harder to figure out than it would be for someone native to Cybertron. But until confirmation, it's still an incredible find for you, I imagine."

Because with its unfamiliarity with the bot, either way it was a whole new world to explore.

"Are you like us, living mechanical beings? Or are you..."

He doesn't want to say manufactured, but there is no real proper way to say it.... "--otherwise."

Spy Shot nods so fervently one my worry his little head will fly off. A whole new planet! It's fantastic! He loves new things so much, and here he has a whole other planet full of new thing and places and people- it's a lot of excitement for one little camera.

He has to pause and think about Optimus's next question, and after consideration of all the facts, all he can give is a little shrug. "I think I am alive? I was a camera, but then I was a camera and also a robot because of-" Hm. Words hardly do justice to the Cube. So Spy Shot turns around, presenting the small screen in his back to Optimus, and shows him a picture of it. "-Because of this."

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.

"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.

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.

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DANGIT THATS WHAT I GET FOR TAGGING ON MY PHONE

Phone Tags: both a blessing and a curse :')

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