WHO:
protectorprime ,
theprimerprime , OPEN to anybody else in Autobase.
WHERE: Autobase.
WHEN: Saturday, July 17th, in the morning.
WARNINGS: As Sentinel is involved, a chin advisory is an effect.
SUMMARY: Optimus Prime, decidedly not the same Optimus that was in the city before, has come to the Autobase to meet his fellow Autobots.
FORMAT: What do I look like, Mister Format
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He got up to answer the door as soon as he heard the knock, quickly, but unhurried. He wasn't about to go running to the door for Optimus of all people. Especially not this Optimus.
On opening the door, he looked the new arrival over thoroughly, obviously sizing him up. This Optimus, he noted with dismay, looked nothing like his Optimus. He was a lot older, for one. Not that Sentinel was much of an expert on the human aging process, but he was used to Optimus being the same age as himself. He was used to them being on equal footing.
Out of nowhere, he found himself wondering if this Optimus in his true body looked anything like the Optimus he knew. Or were they as different as robots as they were as humans, and shared nothing in common but the name? He wasn't sure if he liked the idea of them sharing similarities or not.
"Optimus," he greeted, if it could even be called a greeting. The implied 'if that is your real name' was left unspoken. "Come in."
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"Thank you, Sentinel." He said, inclining his head to the other Prime as he walked inside and looked around. "So this is the Autobot's base..." He muttered. He had a number of questions about the status of the Autobot's in the city, but he figured he'd let Sentinel ask him any questions he had first.
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He gestured toward the living room couch, returned to his own seat in his usual chair, and waited for Optimus to follow his lead.
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Clearing his throat, he looked up at Sentinel. He said nothing - he figured if the other Prime wanted to know anything about Optimus or where he came from, he'd ask.
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"But that can wait. To begin with, I know you spoke with Starscream. Believe it or not, he is telling the truth about our truce. There hasn't been any aggression between his faction and ours for months. I still don't trust him further than I could throw him, but even if he is lying, the Decepticons here are no threat to us. Between the ones that get ported out and the fact that Starscream can't even keep his own team together, we've got them outnumbered and outclassed."
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"How many Decepticons are here total? Both Shockwave and Ravage spoke to me..." He paused. "Thundercracker as well, but he seemed....different from the Thundercracker I knew." The fear Optimus had was obvious - if Megatron showed up to command his troops, they could very suddenly become a lot less "outnumbered and outclassed".
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"How many of us are there, then?"
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He glanced at Vector, who was still busying himself in the kitchen, and added, "And despite being a Prime, Vector over there technically claims neutrality."
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"So the fresh meat is here?" she asked with a purr, all four eyes fixated on the one that claimed to be Optimus.
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As Blackarachnia announced herself, he arched a brow, lowering the cup. If he recalled correctly, the Malgus Optimus and her...hn.
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He peered into the living room from the kitchen, bright blue glowing eyes curious.
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His eyes left Vector and fell to the other new entrant. Optimus immediately recognized her - she had left something of an impression. He still had no idea exactly who she was though.
"I don't think you and I were properly introduced before." He said, standing at eye level with Blackarachnia.
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He got to his feet when Optimus did, went to Blackarachnia's side and slipped a possessive arm around her waist. He wasn't normally comfortable displaying his affection for the former Decepticon so overtly, but she needed a reminder of who she was supposed to be with, and Optimus needed to know his place. His world's Optimus might have had some kind of a relationship with her, but he'd be slagged before this one would.
"This is Blackarachnia," he interjected. "She's..." He started the sentence, then trailed off awkwardly as he realized he had absolutely no idea what she was, having denounced both factions. Or, for that matter, what she was to him.
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However the grin returned as she turned back to the other Prime. Her mood seemed to switch quickly as she pushed herself back against Sentinel. "I've chosen to stop caring about the silly factions. It's all pointless in this world anyway."
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Vector took another sip of his coffee, noting Sentinel's...possession of Blackarachnia. Perhaps it would be unnecessary; he rather doubted such would be in contest.
Blurr's presence caught him a bit more by surprise; he hadn't noticed the other enter the kitchen. He veiled it quickly. "Coffee?" he asked, nodding towards the still quite full pot.
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