Matrix walk with the MacGuffin! [Closed; incomplete]
It was time.
He had put it off as long as he could - far too long, really. The information he needed to find; that they all needed access to wasn't something to be delayed, no matter his own personal hesitation. And now he even had another reason for it; using whatever memories he might get as barter wasn't something he had planned on, but would certainly be useful as such now thanks to Megatron's stubbornness.
Nodding towards Mirage, who was gracious enough to act as his guard during his time of exposed weakness, Optimus crossed into the other room to climb up onto his berth. Steeling himself, he lay down, chest plates parting as he exposed the Matrix. He could use it while it was still within himself, but he always found it easier to use if he could see it, excepting a time of dire need.
Shiver crawling up his spinal struts at the familiar touch of the powerful energy, the Prime offlined his optics as he focused on temporarily becoming one with the Matrix.
...
It was... never something that could properly be explained. Light and warmth and confidence and knowledge, all at once, suffused with a complete sense of peace and vast greatness that it made remembering his worries hard, and concentrating even harder.
He allowed himself a long moment to bask, spark warmed and lightened by the journey, before he finally began to search. Searched with a thought, a whim, seeking the knowledge of the past Primes stored within. Flickers of ages past nagged at the edges of his consciousness, especially when he caught glimpses of Primes long forgotten by history, that even he had yet to learn this histories of (ones he always promised himself he would return to better understand, someday, and had yet to get around to...) And especially when Nova and Sentinel's images flickered on by.
But no. He could get lost in the Matrix for days, if he allowed himself. What he needed was quick, if he could only find it- yes. He had been right, after all. His own memories were there, stored in the Matrix and free from glitches, time, and purposeful corruption.
With one last moment of hesitation, he plunged in.
...
Not five minutes later, Mirage could mostly likely hear a loud thump come from Prime's room as something rather heavy fell off the berth with a crash, followed by a loud string of vile Cybertronian that certainly would never come from Optimus Prime.
Locked to: Mirage, SG!Megatron, Jazz and the Tyran Autobots
...I need to speak with you. Each of you. In person. I don't trust the network with this.
Locked to: Magnum. (Sorry Malis and SG!Prime. You aren't on the List.)
...I have information, if you're willing to give something in return, as discussed. And if you're willing to meet with me in person.
He had put it off as long as he could - far too long, really. The information he needed to find; that they all needed access to wasn't something to be delayed, no matter his own personal hesitation. And now he even had another reason for it; using whatever memories he might get as barter wasn't something he had planned on, but would certainly be useful as such now thanks to Megatron's stubbornness.
Nodding towards Mirage, who was gracious enough to act as his guard during his time of exposed weakness, Optimus crossed into the other room to climb up onto his berth. Steeling himself, he lay down, chest plates parting as he exposed the Matrix. He could use it while it was still within himself, but he always found it easier to use if he could see it, excepting a time of dire need.
Shiver crawling up his spinal struts at the familiar touch of the powerful energy, the Prime offlined his optics as he focused on temporarily becoming one with the Matrix.
...
It was... never something that could properly be explained. Light and warmth and confidence and knowledge, all at once, suffused with a complete sense of peace and vast greatness that it made remembering his worries hard, and concentrating even harder.
He allowed himself a long moment to bask, spark warmed and lightened by the journey, before he finally began to search. Searched with a thought, a whim, seeking the knowledge of the past Primes stored within. Flickers of ages past nagged at the edges of his consciousness, especially when he caught glimpses of Primes long forgotten by history, that even he had yet to learn this histories of (ones he always promised himself he would return to better understand, someday, and had yet to get around to...) And especially when Nova and Sentinel's images flickered on by.
But no. He could get lost in the Matrix for days, if he allowed himself. What he needed was quick, if he could only find it- yes. He had been right, after all. His own memories were there, stored in the Matrix and free from glitches, time, and purposeful corruption.
With one last moment of hesitation, he plunged in.
...
Not five minutes later, Mirage could mostly likely hear a loud thump come from Prime's room as something rather heavy fell off the berth with a crash, followed by a loud string of vile Cybertronian that certainly would never come from Optimus Prime.
Locked to: Mirage, SG!Megatron, Jazz and the Tyran Autobots
...I need to speak with you. Each of you. In person. I don't trust the network with this.
Locked to: Magnum. (Sorry Malis and SG!Prime. You aren't on the List.)
...I have information, if you're willing to give something in return, as discussed. And if you're willing to meet with me in person.