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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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Bee nods, trotting alongside Optimus as best as he can. Yes, it had been a not so subtle tip off, but that isn't why he is half put out. Being scolded... Honestly.

"Just one. Big guy with the Con badge as a face," he answers, frowning just a little. "I got away after distracting him enough."

How he had distracted Tarn? Well, that's not for Bee to say. Yet.

Not-so-subtle is one way of putting it. It certainly wasn't what Optimus had expected on their next meet up. He leaves you alone and you almost get yourself killed again...

..."Tarn."

The word drips almost venomously from Prime's mouth.

"Tarn is here? On this planet?"

Just clarifying before he goes full dad mode.

That would be the one. All of the DJD have names that coincide with Decepticon strongholds, essentially. The first places to be taken down during the war in its early stages. It's kind of hard to forget names like that, isn't it.

"Yeah... Tarn's here, Optimus," Bee finally replies, a little more seriously. "He said he was eventually going to go after his former boss."

So there's that warning too. It's funny. Four million years of hating Megatron and all of the Decepticons... Now here Bumblebee is, not really concerned about his own welfare here, but Megatron's. Others always have been more important, hmm?

Bumblebee wasn't the only one concerned for Megatron's welfare. If only because Optimus may have had a hand in dooming him...should that battle come to fruition. Something he'd have to be sure to bring up with Megatron when he got back from scouring the planet.

"And you were the practice."

It still doesn't sit well with him, Bee. You're one of his closest, and you had gotten injured again under his eyes. You know the guilt complex is strong in this one.

"Bumblebee, I don't need to tell you what you already know. But--"

He stops there, trying to figure out how to phrase this next part.

"Practice?" Bee repeats, thinking. "No, I don't think it was that. It felt like he was a lion on the prowl, waiting for something. I just happened to be that something."

Tarn had just sort of chased Bee. If he had really planning something, then his temper wouldn't have gotten the better of him. It's just the way that everything happened that has Bumblebee not convinced it hadn't been more than just chance.

"But be careful?"

Finishing that rather lamely there, Optimus.

"I know that you are aware of that, but--" He stops again, looking down at Bumblebee as a hand rests itself on his shoulder. "I don't want to lose you again."

It's hard for Optimus to admit it. Not that he wasn't close to Bumblebee, but that he was showing such weakness openly. He wanted to be strong as he'd always been. But Bumblebee--losing Bumblebee...

He'd be lying if he said that wasn't on the list of biggest fears.

There had been a rebuttal on his vocalizer, but it dies. The hand on the shoulder stops him. Optimus' words hit harder than what is likely intended by the much larger Autobot.

"Optimus."

What does one even say to that? Bumblebee has had doubts about how important he could have possibly have been. Optimus admitting this openly? Who wouldn't it hit pretty hard? Bee sighs and nods.

It was hard to admit. But Optimus had lost almost all of those close to him at least once in his life. A second chance was something he couldn't squander away. Especially if this world somehow held a key to making that permanent. His own vocalizer resets as he 'clears his throat', gaze shifting slightly to the side.

"We have much catching up to do."

"You know... I could have sworn you said that when I got here."

Which is the truth. There had been much to catch up on then and now Bumblebee is thinking that there is more going on here. Something is up with Optimus - there is more guilt leaking through than usual.

"So what's going on, big guy?"

"It's more important now, if you're popular with a member of the DJD."

But he didn't want to bring the subject back to that. Later. That would be discussed later.

"Back home I've been....worried about certain things. Many things, to be exact."

"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."

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