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“I miss you. Can we spend some time together when you’re feeling up to it, Megatron?”

"Forgive me." His voice came in a rasp, and he was coated, perhaps, in several layers of dirt.

His arm was held awkwardly, and at an angle, and one of his optics flickered on and off in irregular intervals. "A tunnel collapsed, I'm.. forgive me. I was worried I might not make it out, that time."

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I've come to make an announcement: Six of Twelve's a bitch-ass motherfucker. He pissed on my fucking wife. That's right. He took his Council fuckin' quilly spike out and he pissed on my fucking wife, and he said his spike was "this big" and I said, "That's disgusting." So I'm making a callout post on my Twitter.com: Six of twelve, you got a small spike. It's the size of this ruby except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here's what my spike looks like. (explosion) That's right, baby. Tall points, no quills, no pillows, look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong. He fucked my wife, so guess what, I'm gonna fuck Cybertron. That's right, this is what you get! My supеr lazer punch! Except I'm not gonna punch Cybertron. I'm gonna go higher. I'm punching the moooon! (explosion) How do you like that, Optimus?! I punched the moon, you idiot! You have twenty-three hours before the moon drrroplllllets hit the fucking earth, now get out of my fucking sight before I punch you too!

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At work

Mom coaxes her daughter to tell me what she thinks about Easter (kid is maybe 4?)

Little girl has a HUGE grin

'Im GLAD Jesus died!'

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“You don’t think Rung will mind, do you?” Optimus asks, voice hushed as he peeks into the cradle by their berth. Elegy is safely ensconced within as she usually starts the night, but tonight there is a second bundle beside her.

Compass is small. Even smaller than Elegy had been at her emergence. Optimus has swaddled the little greenish sparkling in a thin blanket, but he’s mostly being kept warm by Elegy— who curled around him entirely as soon as Optimus settled him into the pad next to her, never even briefly waking. Her chubby little fists grab possessively at the blanket, a fat cheek pressed to the top of what will someday be Compass’ helm once he develops a segmented body.

"..no. In fact, I think he'll mostly be fussy you didn't tell him immediately," Megatron admitted, optics cycling. So small. Who in their right mind went around handing out sparklings like.. like candy, or prizes, only to take them back? Who in their right processor did something so.. cruel, so heinous?

Not only to a sparkling, but to the mech they'd handed them to?

Megatron's lips thinned, but he shoved that aside to settle a servo on Optimus' back. Someone else who was also small, at the moment. He wasn't certain his processor was ever going to stop nearly shorting out at not having to reach a little higher to put his palm to Optimus' back. "He rests well, for now. I wonder if he'll be as fussy as Elegy was, or if he'll be quieter." There was a touch of amusement to his voice about it- Elegy was a hellion on the best day, and he wouldn't give that up for anything.

But two of them- he wasn't sure if he could cope.

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So too, Megatron was also surprised at the way his servos felt on.. on Optimus. So small.. it wasn't quite like holding Rung, as Optimus was still a big bigger, but it was enough of a sizable difference from holding Optimus normally that he just. Squeezed. A little. He couldn't get his servo all the way around his waist, but if he put both servos around Optimus' waist just like that, then he could..

Oh. He could get both of them around with overlap like that.

...he realized he hadn't said anything in the timespan, and had, instead, been staring, but he couldn't give enough of an excuse for the behavior to justify it, and frankly, he didn't want to.

He squeezed again, just because he could, and then pet up Optimus' spinal strut, mouth pursing. "You are. Very small," he managed, after a long swath of silence, optics visibly zooming in, and then out again.

“Megatron! Hi.” Optimus came trotting over, and now he’s pushing and squirming and shoving until he can get up onto the couch with him. This is so much easier when he can just pick up and move Megs…

Megatron had gotten used to.. oddities. Frankly, at this point, he chalked it up to things he hadn't quite understood, secrets of the Universe, something like that, and tried not to think too hard about the time he was turned into a multi-legged creature.

But this.. Megatron grunted in surprise, optics flickering as Optimus- Orion? Optimus? pushed his way into his lap, vents going sharp and quick as he set aside his datapad to brace him.

"I- ..Optimus? ....Orion?"

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“Megatron! Hi.” Optimus came trotting over, and now he’s pushing and squirming and shoving until he can get up onto the couch with him. This is so much easier when he can just pick up and move Megs…

Megatron had gotten used to.. oddities. Frankly, at this point, he chalked it up to things he hadn't quite understood, secrets of the Universe, something like that, and tried not to think too hard about the time he was turned into a multi-legged creature.

But this.. Megatron grunted in surprise, optics flickering as Optimus- Orion? Optimus? pushed his way into his lap, vents going sharp and quick as he set aside his datapad to brace him.

"I- ..Optimus? ....Orion?"

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Nyoom over to plant red and gold kisses on his servos!

Oh.. once upon a time, his servos were stained with energon.

The red and gold served as stark difference to that- the love of another stained proof, here, on his palms.

"Thank you, Rodimus." His voice is soft, warm. And, perhaps, a little dazed.

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MAGIC ANON! Have a magic lipstick or lipgloss. The color is semi-permanent and will make a perfect kiss mark on whoever or wherever you kiss!

Huh. A peek in the window showed that indeed, his lips were stained dark purple. Hm.

..actually, he knows where this goes.

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"You're a right big cunt, huh."

"From one cunt to the other, I suppose you'd have to be one to spot them."

He huffed out of his tummy vents, and then jerked his helm. "You drink hot oil, or do you want something else? We have sweetened cream to put in it. I think they've started making flavored ones.."

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"Well.. it has been a while since I've had a good wine," he murmured, moving closer to affectionately nudge their shoulders together, lingering for a moment before huffing a laugh through his vents. "You would collect wines, wouldn't you?" He was teasing. But Tarn also had a love of finer things, he knew, along with the arts. "I have something else for you, actually," he mused, mouth quirking up at the corner, "but I want you to come and get it for yourself. It would be.. unwise of me to move it too much."

"Tarn, a moment? I brought you some things." Some things, apparently, being a few treats he thought Tarn would like. They're less sweet than what he'd picked up for Rung, with a deep, rich flavor- some of them filled with cream or cybertronian crystal pastes, others solid with nothing, and others still solid with flakes of gold or other minerals sprinkled on top. "I thought you might enjoy something like this. I'm told they pair well with wine."

A smile stretched across his face, he glanced through the various boxes of treats that were brought before looking up at Megatron. His expression was bright and happy, probably for the first time in a long time.

"Thank you, Megatron. Would you..." he paused for a moment, worrying at his bottom lip for a moment. "Would you care to share these with me? I have a nice wine that would go perfect with these actually." he hummed softly.

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Moses' muscle memory kicked in as he continued his preparations, even as his mind caught up with the sudden change of orders. The spinal cable clicks and hisses as it as he steadies himself, making sure he's properly buckled in- otherwise he's likely to fall over, the cable will yank itself out, and-

He would rather not find out what that feels like. He's told it's deeply unpleasant.

::Orders received and understood. Coordinates received- rerouting our path to Rodimus. If possible, we'll cut him off before he gets there.:: If they could make it there faster than he could. If not.. ::Knowing him, he won't be able to resist fighting, and he's fast. We may have to fight, if that's the case, and while I would prefer a neat wrap up, if it comes down to it, we may have to pull a Distract and Run.:: He didn't expect Rodimus to go easy, but Optimus was good about that- he'd probably be able to coax Rodimus some sort of way.

::Preparations completed. Run diagnostics and checks, please. Optimus, are you ready?:: There's a pause, not like silence, but like thinking. He'd been weirded out by it, at first, but Optimus was.. he was thoughtful. He also liked when Megatron read to him, which Megatron appreciated.

::Yes, Megatron{Pilot}. I am ready to intercept RODIMUS [PRIME].::

:: This is Moses, code name Megatron, coming in for assist with AI Mecha Unit Optimus Prime.:: Moses went through the checks one more time. Couldn't be too careful when the thing that synced you and your mecha up was attached to your spine.

Fitting his feet footholds in the center of the room and letting them clamp around his shoes, all the way up his calves to just before his knees, he reached up and brought the spinal cabling down, carefully pressing it to the middle of his back. He was used to the bite of it, the sudden rush of his brain melding with machine- but Optimus Prime was supposed to be run with two pilots in mind.

..unfortunately, they couldn't find anyone else who could handle the power influx Optimus gave off, so they'd used Moses as a guinea pig.

::ETA 10 minutes.::

That ever-pleasant chime and the gear that spins up in the corner of Moses' HUD visual load in quickly, a touch more urgently than Prime.OS would typically handle the other pilots in the program. Something is amiss, and though the supercomputer's artificial voice is as polite and steady as always...

:: Unit OPTIMUS [PRIME] recognized. Confirmed inbound, :: it acknowledges, rolling through system checks for him, as the ever-attentive Rung assigned to Moses carefully detaches the fueling cables socketed into the back of Optimus' neck along the spinal strut, in direct parallel to his pilot. :: You will be cleared in three. Target override: mission objectives have changed. Do not engage GALVATRON directly if possible. Unit RODIMUS [PRIME] left without clearance and is not responding. Retrieve RODIMUS. Unit is not cleared for combat. Pilot at risk, elevated chance of fuel combustion. ::

Rung's green optics peer up at Megatron through the reinforced glass of Optimus' chassis as his hands still on the platform controls.

:: Please. Bring him home. ::

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:: This is an all-call alert for all available pilots with operational rigs. ::

Prim.OS’s pleasant voice rings out over the intercoms through the base, a familiar orange glow kicking on with a buzz as the warning lights come online.

:: Repeating: this is an all-call alert for all pilots with operational rigs. [Rogue Unit] designation GALVATRON, pilot unknown, has been spotted in Quadrant Tyger-7. Defensive measures only requested. All pilots with operational rigs, please report to Deck 13 for systems check and deployment. ::

Down on Deck 9, meanwhile, several of the Rung drones gently extricate themselves from their recharging stations to get ready to assist the pilots; they are the guiding hands of Prime.OS, the most direct way the central supercomputer has to interact with the pilots of the Vector Sigma program. Some of them are, perhaps, a little more independent than the others, but that can probably be chalked up to their partnered pilots…

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"Small tennis." He is.. familiar with tennis, if only for the time Skywarp tried to make a tennis court and.. well. Somehow he and Rumble ended up throwing the rackets at each other, and then that was the end of that. He squinted at said table, and then considered it for a moment, before shrugging. "Teach me how to play, then."

Who knew what they were supposed to be doing at a rave? Were there rave rules? He doesn't care.

Nudged against, Megatron huffed through his vents and nudged back, tonking their helms together. "You know what I drink- it hasn't changed. Rotgut."

"You're hosting a 'rave'." It's not really a question, but he's saying it anyway, in a tone that screams flat disbelief. "You. Optimus Prime. You're hosting a rave."

"I'm not hosting! That's the flashy one with the sword. And Kup, I think, technically. But I did bring beer and a pingpong table."

Look at him. He's so eager and excited to share, like a dog that keeps dropping tennis balls at your feet. Where is he getting them from?

"I am 'having fun'."

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That's.

Actually, he's never seen Optimus enjoy himself like that, he's going to do something he normally doesn't an exercise some restraint. ..he thinks something broke in his processor, a little.

"I've never played pingpong."

That is not where he meant to go with this, but it's what he said, so he had to stand by it. ..and he hasn't actually played.. pingpong. So. Not a lie.

"You're hosting a 'rave'." It's not really a question, but he's saying it anyway, in a tone that screams flat disbelief. "You. Optimus Prime. You're hosting a rave."

"I'm not hosting! That's the flashy one with the sword. And Kup, I think, technically. But I did bring beer and a pingpong table."

Look at him. He's so eager and excited to share, like a dog that keeps dropping tennis balls at your feet. Where is he getting them from?

"I am 'having fun'."

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The temple has always been a place of peace for the Seeker; it's calm, quiet, and has a sort of ... serenity that envelopes the entire place.

Dreadwing spends alot of time in the crystal gardens surrounding the sanctuary, and near the Pools themselves. He walks, he sits, he meditates, he --

... What is that?

It's an odd sound, a deep, rhythmic sort of scraping grumble. Intrigued, the winged soldier follows the sound only to find ... a hole in the ground?

"...Hello?"

There was a certain amount of focus one had to have when digging, as much as a surprise as that might come across to those who didn't normally dig. Pressing against soft areas, making sure a spot wouldn't collapse on you.

Using the already dug up dirt to bolster a weak side.

So he was quite focused on what he was doing to both avoid getting trapped underneath said dirt, which he would then spend more time digging himself out of, or otherwise digging into an area he wasn't ready to clear, yet.

...which was to say, this was taking a great amount of time.

He'd only just finished carefully grabbing dirt away from what he believed to be another mural when he'd heard the voice from above.

Startled, he stamped his pede, and paused when the ground shifted, air going out of his vents in a 'wuft' sort of noise. "..whoever is up there, I would recommend you stay incredibly still."

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“Can we talk? Uh. In private? Briefly?”

"Of course." Megatron felt about as haggard as Optimus looked, but he reached out to pat his servo against Optimus' arm with an easy, lopsided smile. "I was just about to bring this to you."

A mug of hot oil- sweetened, because Optimus liked sweetener in his, pressed into Optimus' servos. "Come on- the Garden shouldn't have anyone out there, at this time of night."