#peterbiltprime

<<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.

"It was completely justified! The guy was a fucking prick and he deserved it!"

Rodimus flinched away from the medic cleaning him up, glaring at the wall so he didn't have to look Prime in the optic.

Alright, someone had to have compromised his frequency if the damned Prime was able to contact him. No, it had nothing to do with him being outside, be quiet Lazerbeak. Wait - well, at least this wasn’t his Prime. Still. He was off shift and trying to get grounded.