#maxfortress

He picks out the least burned of the two steamed pastries (they're rather small) and sets them on a plate.

“I think that’s for me to decide, Max,” Rung says gently, tempering any firmness in his tone with a small, warm smile on his new faceplate. It’s been a while since he’s been aware enough to do much of anything on his own, much less visit the brig without escort; it’s clear that Fortress Maximus has spent the whole time blaming himself for what happened.

Rung would be concerned if Fort Max took no responsibility for his actions, but treating himself like this isn’t right, either.

[:: Fortress Maximus? ::]

The young cityspeaker was immediately alert on hearing the titan in her mind, cerulean optics going wide, expression unsettled. Something had happened, clearly- otherwise why would he be reaching out to her for aid?

[:: Fortress Maximus, what’s wrong? What do you need of me? ::]

Kaon sighed as his pedes met a new planet and the swirling air of a spacebridge vanished behind him, leaving things calm around him. Another planet, another likely dead end. But he had to check, had to be sure, that his nightingale was not here before moving on… It was rather cold, but the blind mech had felt worse, and there were few life signs around the fractured family. Putting the older sparklings on the rocky, bumpy ground, the teal mech kept his youngest held carefully in his arms against his chest. Farsight was not ready to be crawling off with the other two yet…

Electricity hummed curiously as the massage chair picked up a weak Cybertronian signature. It definitely wasn’t Tarn, but it did seem wounded… and alone…

He could hardly leave an injured mech out here. At best, it would be leaving them to starve or bleed out and at worst…

The mech’s status could be worked out later.

“Hello?” he whispered, servo resting on what might have been a cliff wall as his helm looked round it; Firedance giving a curious chirp as his carrier’s field reached out with warm curiosity. “Are you all right?”

@maxfortress

Oh.

Best be careful with this.

"Are you... able to consume matter of this sort?"

"It's-- a silly phobia. I need to not be so bothered by it. But I am."