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10 individuals have arrived ;
@achievedsomething ; @ofgreasestains ; @peterbilt-prime ; @wagenstung ; @cybertronianmedici ; @mooncheetah ; @xxdoctor-djdxx ; @best-first ; @traumathemedic ; @unmakxr
"......."
Apologies, she's been microsleeping often lately.
"...Oh, put my coffee on the table over there, please."
Seems like she's still half-asleep.
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"So it seems you've been stirring up some trouble, Rodimus. If my Intel is correct, that is." The voice was almost sweetly calm, yet pulled as tight as an engine belt. Red optics flashed before the dark violet frame stepped closer and into the light. Primus' Chosen was large, recently upgraded yet again with another weapon and stronger armor.
"Perhaps you'd like to tell your side."
Rodimus shrugged with a practiced nonchalance. Of course he’d been stirring up trouble. It’s one of the things that he’s best at, after all. Rodimus watched as Optimus crept into the light, the speedster’s smirk not reflecting any of his distaste for the Prime. He could just fragging tell Optimus was pissed. That calm tone was doing nothing. Getting pissed off right back at him wouldn’t do any good (especially with the mech’s new upgrades), so Rodimus decided to go down the casual route to respond.
“No more trouble den usual, Ops’. Whatcha been hearing ‘bout me?”
The message arrived via an -old- data ID, something that was once used almost constantly, but had seen no activity in so long.
<<It has been eons since we have... simply talked.>>
And with the message was a set of coordinates far from the regrowing civilization, far from where any mech would be at that joor.
The voice on his comm line has Megatron stiffen for a moment. It is the same voice, but the words- Eons. He relaxes again. The coordinates are not far, but he doesn’t save them just yet.
::I have spoken with many of you over the recent years, Optimus. I must however admit I am curious as to what you may have to say to me.::
@peterbilt-prime
How loud can you honk
💌 I just think you’re amazing!
//Thank you very much. I never knew this many people liked my radio host spymaster, but here we are. its the pick-me-up I needed.
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@peterbilt-prime cont from x
A very bad fall, one that he wished others hadn’t seen, but… the Prime was not granted his wish. Optimus shifted his weight on his frame, trying to steady his wheels on the uneven ground. The gravel was made even more unsteady by his fall from the highway above and now he had to spend the rest of the solar cycle buffing the dings and scratches out of his finish.
It was bad enough that the battle prior to this drive had ended with no progress towards peace; this was just what the humans called ‘added insult to injury.’
The coast was clear, so activating his T Cog, Optimus intended to climb the incline to reach the road above. The whir and grind of gears, mixed with an uncomfortable grunt from the Prime’s vox, indicated just how bad the tumble had been. The blows he took from the battle must have been worse than he realized.
“I wish I could ease my pride and decline your offer, but I cannot…”
Jazz’s concern was clear on his face as he peered down towards Optimus, and, without another word, he was scaling down the hillside. He slid more times than he would care to admit, but he reached the bottom in a far gentler manner than the Prime had.
He delicately crept closer, doorwings flared not only for balance, but so the sensors, dialed as high as they could go, would alert him to any fall risk before he or Optimus got hurt any worse.
“How’s it lookin’? Are ya gonna be able t’ make it back up there?” Oh, he desperately hoped so. Prime was a much larger mech than he, and regardless of form, Jazz didn’t have the strength to carry him.
Still, the best quality humans had was their tendency to put roads everywhere. Maybe they’d be able to find another.
“...I’ve never seen ya fall like that while drivin’. What happened?” A brief pause. “... Are ya hurt worse than ya said from th’ battle?”
@peterbilt-prime
Redstrike, perhaps, could have been more subtle in the way he’d been stalking the other prime. But he was...curious. Of all mechs Optimus seemed to be a particular focal point. He had yet to encounter a universe where he did not exist. In a different form, with a different face, with a different personality. But always he was the still the same. A prime. Maybe even THE Prime and Redstrike was...intrigued. More so perhaps because he had never understood the draw of him. So if the serpent bot was a bit careless as he slithered after the other mech on his rounds...well...he would explain it away as simply being distracted by his own thoughts. He shifted through the landscape silently, gliding over earth and rock with ease, he didn’t even rustle plant growth as he tracked the larger prime. Still it was hardly easy to be inconspicuous as a huge, bright red, mechanical snake.
((YES! Another 'dad' Optimus! I love what I see on your page so far!!))
[ HFKSJDFH THANK YOU that is very kind of you to just take the time to drop in and say, I appreciate it!
