Log: Magnus Meeting Up With Optimus and Gilt
Optimus Prime: *Has been driving for the past while, and is just now coming up on Magnus's coordinates.*
Optimus Prime: *Has his holo up and in the driver's seat, though it doesn't bother looking at the passenger*
Optimus Prime: *...not that it needs to*
Ultra Magnus: *Has been idly driving - testing out the alt - when he sees another truck* *Over transmission* Prime?
Gilt: *yeah, the small cassette tape next to Prime is not going anywhere anytime soon, as it so happens*
Optimus Prime: *Brief scan out, and-* \\It's me, Magnus.\\ *Another scan, trying to see if there's any humans in the area as the holo speaks aloud* It's him.
Ultra Magnus: *With some relief* //Finally//
Optimus Prime: \\Sorry we kept you waiting.\\ *Dry*
Gilt: ::What's the extent of your damage? Aside from your communications set, anyway.::
Ultra Magnus: \\Guidance system has not been working properly, sensors link to them might be a problem too since mostly it's been issues with dodging space debris accurately. I also have a few collision dents, but nothing major.\\
Ultra Magnus: \\assuming a disguise has fixed most of the dents anyway\\
Optimus Prime: \\There's some cover off the road where we can transform, and Glit can take a better look at you. Follow me.\\ *Makes a turn, heading for the buildings*
Ultra Magnus: *Turns to follow Prime, pulling up behind him.*
Gilt: *yep. Still in Prime's cab. Still a cassette tape.*
Optimus Prime: *And once they're in the alley - door swings open. GTFO so he can transform, plzkthx*
Ultra Magnus: *Can I has transformation noaw?*
Gilt: *behold, mid-transformation, Glit getting TFO!*
Gilt: *Perhaps Magnus remembers this kitty. Perhaps he doesn't. But kitty remembers YOU.*
Ultra Magnus: *Doesn't blink, because yeah, truck! But you get the point anyway*
Ultra Magnus: *Transforms* Ow, I don't think all those dents did fix...
Optimus Prime: *No more truck for him. Well...not for now, at least. Transforms as well, smiling lightly at Magnus*
Gilt: You don't look too bad for someone who's been playing with asteroids, dents or no dents. Sit down, so I don't have so far to climb. *Magnus may remember the bossiness.*
Ultra Magnus: *Blinks at Gilt slowly, remembering vague patchy memories of white cat-tapes on battlefields*
Ultra Magnus: Whatever you say... *sits down, still all blinky*
Gilt: I like that in a patient. *Glit is on your lap now, you realize, setting to work*
Optimus Prime: How are you feeling? *Puts a hand on Magnus's shoulder*
Ultra Magnus: *Looks up from the tape climbing on him, to Optimus* I am pretty well, considering. *Reaches up to touch Prime's hand* I've been alone in space too long.
Optimus Prime: *Softly* It's good to have you with us again, brother.
Ultra Magnus: How are things going? I know what your transmission said, but it's been a while since I picked that up, and I get the impression there's been more that have arrived before I did... on both sides. *Glances at Gilt*
Gilt: *Magnus, Glit is reaching into your chassis and messing with stuff. Hope you don't mind.* From the looks of it, the asteroids were a lot of company.
Gilt: *Why yes, that is a nice, purple Decepticon insignia!*
Optimus Prime: Well...the war's over, and a truce has been formed.
Gilt: So I'm not going to get in trouble for this. *helpfully*
Gilt: Again.
Ultra Magnus: *Grimaces, both from the messing, and recent asteroid memories.* That orrt cloud is a niusence. I dodged the asteroid field between Jupiter and Mars better.
Ultra Magnus: *Blinks at the news, belately* That sounds good. *Smiles slightly at the idea of peace.*
Optimus Prime: At least it's not going out of its way to hit you, Magnus. *Chuckles softly*
Ultra Magnus: Don't start that again!
Optimus Prime: *Holds up his other hand in a pacifying gesture, but is smiiiling*
Ultra Magnus: *Gives Optimus a mock-suspicious look*
Gilt: Is there some spectacular incident of failure to dodge that I want to be aware of? *That's our Glit, stirring hornets' nests*
Ultra Magnus: *Scowls* It's nothing important. *Is growly*
Gilt: *Also, Magnus, Glit is now arms-deep in you. Enjoy.* Clearly, clearly. *amused cat is amused*
Optimus Prime: Easy.
Ultra Magnus: *Vents air and calms, then grimaces at said arms in his guts*
Optimus Prime: *Distraction ahoy!*
Optimus Prime: A lot has happened here on Earth.
Ultra Magnus: Besides the Allspark fight?
Optimus Prime: Yes. We're about half and half, with Autobots and Decepticons - all trying to live in a joint base. *Dryly* Still trying to place an actual city.
Gilt: A /city?/ That's news to me.
Optimus Prime: *Glances down at the medic* Probably because it's still in the planning stages.
Ultra Magnus: *Blinks* That... is quite some news.
Ultra Magnus: *Wryly* So long as a planet that shouldn't be there doesn't get peckish.
Optimus Prime: *Grows serious* From a military standpoint...it'd be easier to defend. We may be at peace with eachother, but there's still threats.
Ultra Magnus: Unicron?
Optimus Prime: Among others.
Gilt: *ears pricked, even as he works*
Ultra Magnus: Who else is being threatening?
Optimus Prime: There was a group of humans who weren't happy about our presence - Sector Seven - but they've been dealt with. The more direct threat is from mechs.
Optimus Prime: *Expression darkens* One, a program given form by Unicron. The other...it's...a bit more complicated. An alter-ego of Megatron that calls itself Galvatron.
Ultra Magnus: *Nods, understanding the problem of wildcards well enough, though a Unicron-created one is a bit of a worrting matter - old superstitions about Unicron can do that*
Optimus Prime: There's also the Fallen...if you're familiar with the legend.
Optimus Prime: *Tone suggests very strongly it -isn't- a legend*
Ultra Magnus: *Frowns* I take it some mech claiming to be such has turned up?
Optimus Prime: Not claiming to be.
Optimus Prime: He is.
Ultra Magnus: With Unicron in the nieghbourhood, I didn't think it'd just be a claim.
Optimus Prime: *Nods*
Optimus Prime: On the other hand - Primus is here as well, and not in the metaphorical sense.
Optimus Prime: Along with Vector Prime.
Ultra Magnus: ....
Ultra Magnus: I didn't pick up readings of another out-of-place planet.
Ultra Magnus: That is if the legends about Primus are also true.
Optimus Prime: Depends on which ones you've heard, I suppose...
Ultra Magnus: Cybertron?
Optimus Prime: *Slow exhale* That...I'm not certain about.
Gilt: *is enjoying the infodump, and thus being remarkably quiet, for him*
Ultra Magnus: So Primus and Cybertron aren't the same thing.
Optimus Prime: I don't know. From what I do know, Cybertron is for all intents and purposes, a dead planet.
Optimus Prime: Primus...is....Primus.
Ultra Magnus: *Nods, slightly sad for their homeworld, even though it's been vorns and vorns since he's seen it.*
Ultra Magnus: *Flinches as Gilt does something that feels odd.*
Ultra Magnus: *Blinks at the hind end of the medic cat* What are you doing there?
Gilt: You somehow managed to jolt three subsidary engines in three opposite directions. I hope you're proud of yourself.
Ultra Magnus: I... what? Maybe that added to the problems I had getting through that slagging orrt cloud
Optimus Prime: *Blink*
Optimus Prime: Is he coming along all right, Glit?
Ultra Magnus: *Tries to think of all the incidents in the last few cycles*
Gilt: Oh, he'll be absolutely - /fine./ *Glit is now bracing himself against Magnus's chest and for all appearances doing his best to pull one of those engines right out of his torso*
Gilt: *Which is to say he's moving it a few inches. What? Tiny cat is tiny.*
Optimus Prime: Do you want some help?
Ultra Magnus: *Finds the small movements of said engine feels totally slagging weird. It'd probably hurt too, but Magnus suspects his pain receptors were the first thing Gilt switched off.*
Gilt: No, I'm fine... *scrabbles with hind claws for a grip on Magnus's torso and /hauls/ at something*
Gilt: *And yes, this would be rather painful if he hadn't. Fortunately, he is a good kitty.*
Optimus Prime: *Nods...and settles for trying to continue to distract Magnus*
Optimus Prime: Anything to report from out of system?
Ultra Magnus: Loads of empty space, and rocks. I haven't seen much for the last seven vorns, and before that was fighting in the Antares sector, but I know Skywarp was there and I was talking to him before I went to sleep in orbit last solar cycle.
Optimus Prime: Hn...
Optimus Prime: Well...at least you've been keeping out of trouble.
Ultra Magnus: *Dryly* Not much trouble when all you meets is rocks.
Optimus Prime: Exactly.
Ultra Magnus: except for dents.
Gilt: /And/ three dislocated engines, a semi-powered comm system, a pinhole injury to a fuel line, and whatever I do to you for making me fix you /twice./
Gilt: *working~*
Ultra Magnus: *Blinkblink* Those too.
Optimus Prime: Well, you can fix those, can't you?
Optimus Prime: *Bland*
Gilt: Of course I can. Relatively minor injuries, except the pinhole fuel leak that I'm betting you didn't notice, which was more dangerous because of the /possibility/ of it bursting.
Ultra Magnus: I... hadn't. *Thinks on the subject of "bursting"*
Optimus Prime: *Inward wince at the thought of a fuel line bursting. Outward, he's calm as ever*
Gilt: *finally pulls his forelegs back out of Magnus and sits back* Hold still, I'm going to re-power your comms now.
Gilt: *LEAP onto Magnus's shoulders, without further adieu*
Ultra Magnus: *Stays still*
Gilt: *This is the optimal position for draping himself over Magnus's shoulder and doing something or other to the back of his neck, you see.*
Ultra Magnus: *Doesn't see, because of no eyes in the back of his head, but that doesn't matter.*
Optimus Prime: *Does see, but all he does is move his hand off Magnus's shoulder to give Glit room*
Ultra Magnus: *Stares at a tree. That's easy to deal with.*
Gilt: *Something in the back of Magnus's neck makes an interesting sizzling sound!*
Ultra Magnus: *Blinkblink* What was that?
Optimus Prime: ..*looks over to see?*
Gilt: *Glit nips something out of Magnus's neck and holds it in his mouth* This thing. 'm replacing it. *mumbley, but remarkably clearly for someone holding something in his teeth*
Gilt: S'a conductor.
Ultra Magnus: Ahh. *Takes the medic's word for it*
Optimus Prime: We've got similar systems, Glit. If you need to replace a part here, you could substitute one of mine until we get back to base.
Gilt: Pfft. I'm a /cassette;/ I have at five of these things lying around at any given time. *working!*
Optimus Prime: *Chuckles*
Ultra Magnus: *Idlely wonders where.*
Gilt: And... /there./ *doesn't fully relinquish his perch on Magnus's shoulder, but turns around and sits up alertly, rather like a shoulder-parrot* I'm done; are we ready?
Optimus Prime: I think so.
Optimus Prime: *Looks at Magnus?*
Ultra Magnus: Whenever you are! *Brightly*
Gilt: *pats Magnus's shoulder* I'll ride with you; I want to hear how those engines are settling in. *and /now/ leaps back down*
Optimus Prime: *Takes a few steps back to give himself room, then folds himself down into his alt-mode*
Ultra Magnus: *Doesn't quite get up before folding into his shiny truck form.*
Optimus Prime: *And thus there were two trucks*
Gilt: *And a cat.*
Ultra Magnus: *Opens a door*
Gilt: *jumps in, transforming mid-leap and landing on Magnus's seat as a cassette tape*
Optimus Prime: *Starts to take the lead, giving Magnus time to get ready and follow before heading out*
Ultra Magnus: *Pulls out after Prime, absently testing his comm system, scanning local radio channels*