For Peace.

I'm fine! How... How are you?

"I’ll see you around as well, Mega-oh! Oh goodness, how stupid of me." Space bridge temporarily ignored, Rung glanced back towards Megatron and pinged over a small datapacket. "My comm frequency. I daresay it would be a bit of a pain to discuss anything without that.” Still smiling, he punched in the coordinates to make it back home. And hopefully, safely into the same room he’d left from. “I’ll see you later, then!”

When he received the data packet, he could feel his face plates warming up, So he did want to speak with him again... Well, that's... "Heh, thank you." He waved the other off, trying to keep his flustered demeanor at bay for the time being. "Safe traveling, friend."

Rung’s entire existence brightened a little at the mention of learning more of Earth. “Oh, I’d like that very much, thank you!” The psychiatrist shifted a little closer to the space bridge. “I’ll bring snacks next time, as a proper show of gratitude.” 

Rung’s optics reset out of surprise and he nodded out of reflex. “Oh, of course. Certainly. I mean, provided it’s not going to be inconvenient for you.” The psychiatrist grinned again as they shook hands, looking somewhere between excited and chagrinned. “I’ll try not to randomly land on your front lawn without warning next time.”

He pulled his hand away and stepped back. "I will send you the correct coordinates for a proper landing," he laughed. "And if you ever want to know more about... well, Earth, you can comm. me. I'll be sure to get back to you whenever I'm not so busy, but I'll be happy to talk!"

Rung shook his head and snorted. “Oh my, no, not at all. I was just trying to see if I could work the bridge myself. I was trying to transport myself into one of the hangar bays. That’s all.” The psychiatrist shifted and stuck out his servo towards Megatron. “But really! Quite a happy mistake, I think.”

"Happy mistake?" he chuckled, reaching his hand out to shake Rung's. "Well, I have to agree with you... It was nice meeting you." He looked at the space bridge and back at the psychaitrist with a smile. "Well, now that you know how to use it, maybe you can come back to visit me again? On better terms, at least." He seemed a bit nervous to ask the other to come back some day, but he tried his best not to show it.

Rung nodded and murmured repetitions to himself to help retain the directions, watching what Megatron was showing him carefully. He hardly spoke above a whisper unless he had a question, waiting until Megatron was done with the demonstration to speak. “…yes, I think I understand. It looks similar enough to manage.” He allowed himself another embarrassed click. “I forgot to enter several key coordinates, apparently.”

He placed his hands on his hips and smiled. "So... where exactly were you supposed to go?" he asked, tilting his helm. "I hope I didn't keep you from that..."

Rung trotted along after Megatron, his optics bright as he took in what little of the base he could see along the way. “Really, thank you very much. I’m terribly sorry for just dropping in without warning. You’ve been very kind about this whole thing.” 

"No need to apologize. It's pefectly fine, Rung," he said with a laugh. "You're interesting to talk to... and nice to have around." He approached the space bridge and gestured the other over. "I am not sure if your universe is of the same tech, but maybe you can figure it out when you get home... But this is where you enter the doordinates..." He began explaining the intricate process of bridging into different universes, making sure to go over extremely vital details a couple of times.

"Mm…" Rung quickly finished off the dregs of his cube, nodding. "Yes, I probably should. I think I’ve strained your hospitality enough for a first meeting." He offered Megatron another smile and stood up, shuffling the empty around in his cube. 

"Well, come along, then," he said with a smile, leading the other mech out of the recreation room and into the hall. He led him down the long corridors and into a room filled with all sort of different tech. At the far end of it was a space bridge, currently off.

"I don’t drink much either." Rung offered Megatron a bright smile, managing to finally compose himself. "Thank you. I think this will be enough for me right now." 

"Ah, alright," he said. He sat up and then stood. "Perhaps we should get you to the space bridge now... I can teach you how to properly use it."

"No, no. It’s alright. I really don’t hear things like that often.” Rung shook his helm and smiled, waving Megatron off. “I’m sorry I’m getting flustered over something like that.” 

"No, it's alright..." he chuckled. "I... um, I have some high-grade, if you'd like. I don't drink it a lot but I know some mechs do..."

[Because I am a chef, and chefs have lots of spoons. But to be a chef, I have to cook.]

You shouldn’t cook mechs.

[YES I SHOULD]

[Because I am a chef, and chefs have lots of spoons. But to be a chef, I have to cook.]

You shouldn't cook mechs.

"Oh! You think so?" His optics reset again and Rung blocked his faceplates with his cube, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Er…well, I haven’t heard that one before…thank you.”

He tilted his head, realizing what he had just said. He smiledd and rubbed at the back of his helm. "Ah... you're welcome. Sorry, I didn't... mean to embarrass you."