Optimus looks up to the sky when he heard a voice speak up to him. The weather is pretty cloudy, so he couldn't see clearly who was talking to him. But even so, the Prime answers the mysterious voice.

"Well, the night is pretty chilly, but the weather has been quite pleasing these days. A warm day with a cold night. I like when the weather is balanced like it is right now. I don't like when it's extremely hot or cold."

{Source: Unknown}

Initializing..

"The 'great' Lord Megatron.. might someone dare to assume one as infamous as yourself may have a favorite energon treat?"

He stares at the monitor, listening to the transmission with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Hunf. Bold of you to assume I'm infamous. At least I have the courage to speak face to face instead of sending an unknow and nameless transmission."

He grumbles in annoyance, then answers the question.

"But to satisfy your curiosity, yes. I do have my favorite Energon treat. Most of the time I tend to drink a good and refined oil, but to feast on the Energon spilled from my enemies..."

He chuckles darkly.

"I won't deny that it brings a satisfaction to my spark."

He pauses, debating whether he should say more. After a moment, he speaks again.

"I also tend to like Energon in... different situations. However, I won't explain to you in details. If you're eager to find out, heh..."

"Then you have to prove me that you're worthy of my attention."

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He is... not so sure. Optimus seems even a bit shocked with this.

"Uhnn..."

"I... wasn't expecting this. You, of all people?"

It seems his spark is pulsing. Is he nervous or excited? He doesn't know!

"Eh?!"

Optimus stares at the image in pure confusion.

"I mean, it's a cute toy, but what is the purpose of this? Why would someone sent me a random image like this so suddenly?"

A lot of question marks can be seem above his helm.

"..."

A pause.

"Now I want that toy. I'm going to ask Jetfire for one."

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Optimus is in his office and decided to write a little on his diary to pass the time after playing some games. He began to write about the mysterious Seeker that apparently works for Armada.

"I heard there was another Seeker working for Armada. His name is... CloudStrike, I believe. And just as I suspected, he is good. Armada has good men on his side, I cannot disagree with that."

"Hhmmm..."

"I do wonder how he gets along with Starscream. Knowing Starscream, he is probably furious that the Tyrant got another Seeker on his side, and with that, his ego probably got affected. But, you know..."

The Autobot makes a brief pause, then starts writing again.

"I... would like to talk to this CloudStrike. I don't know, maybe change his mind? He doesn't need to be an Autobot, but show him that the Decepticon side is not a good choice."

He sighs deeply.

"Anyway, every bot has their own free will. I just hope this new guy takes care of himself. Because dealing with Armada's other soldiers..."

"... Is a pain in the aft."