#iaconsavior

Tsk, tsk. “Senni, you look tired! Don’t tell me Trion and Alchemist have been monopolizing your time again.” Her tone is fond but firm; she knows which of her siblings yap the most, and how their aide is often too polite to escape long discussions of history or cuisine — or culinary history, as the case may be.

Steamtrack is staring over at Sentinel Prime, unable to stop the confused and slightly weirded out expression on her face as she watches him celebrate...

Especially not on such an important day for Iacon. Sentinel certainly didn't need help in being adored by the populus, but no one would catch Roz slacking.

"Can I offer a buff and polish before your appearance?"

Oh, I am well aware that Iacon is, as they say, 'thirsty'

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It wasn't necessarily uncommon to come across bots that Nightshade had yet to meet. Earth was a safe haven for Cybertronians of all types, after all. They were used to coming into contact with new faces, both friendly and dangerous.

So, when they came across an unfamiliar blue and gold bot that was quite a bit taller than them, they approached in a friendly manner. They did, however, make sure to keep their guard up for the time being. It was always better to be safe, rather than sorry.

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Shatter's awkward smile fell. True enough,...

"...many...suffered, under what our other self did. Be it being unable to pursue the life they wanted, to the oppression, to taking some offline to keep the ruse going..." He trailed off for a moment, only to shake his helm. Nothing could be done about that. All he could do was-- try to move forward. Try to help Iacon,- help Cybertron- move forward. "...it would be putting it mildly to say the small one got a bad impression, thanks to our other self."

He could still feel the memory at the back of his processor. Granted to him after so long, but Primus, he hated it.

"I'll save the details for if Aether ever approaches you properly- it is their story to tell, not mine-, but- in essence, they were nearly murdered by Sentinel- and spent a very, very long time isolated on the surface thanks to our alternate." He'd just count himself happy they had apparently kept to the promise.

"They're comfortable with me, so they visit my office often...hence, getting those documents moved so you can access them without running into Aether." Well, he'd not expected explaining this to his alternate today, but...was what it was.

Really had to get them used to his other self...he'd sort it out.