TG-'verse. Rodimus's office. Diplomatic relations.
Rodimus leaned his cheek on his fist and watched with a slight grin as Oriana 2 chattered back to the little Chiproach they'd found in his office. "You know, Cyclonus, I don't know whether to be amused or annoyed that your people still try to spy on me. If this even is spying anymore. You saving face by sending a bug instead of just engaging in diplomatic relations?"
"Dipliwha?" His daughter paused to look up at him, her brow furrowing quizzically.
"Friendly talk," he translated.
"So why don't you just say that?" Oriana 2 tilted her head.
"Because when you grow up and become the leader of a great nation you have to use fancy big words," he said dryly. "It scares off the bad guys."
The look the sparkling gave him was pure Panacea.
Rodimus winced slightly. "I'm telling the truth. Ask Uncle Springer."
"Uncle Springer told me the Earth moon was made of cheese."
"He... did? I think I need to have a talk with him."
"He told me you were human once, too." She turned her attention back to the Chiproach.
"Uh... he was telling the truth with that one." Rodimus winced again at the memory. "But I'd rather not tell that story right now."
"Okay." She reached for a stylus and started tracing around the roach, who babbled away happily.
"Where's your boss, anyway?" Rodimus poked at the tiny mech's face and watched as she nibbled at his finger. The com beeped, but he didn't pay attention till Springer pounded on the wall and yelled at him.
Then he blinked and realized where the signal was coming from. "Whoops. Zoned out a little there."
"You gotta stop thinking so much," Oriana said absently, still making roach tracings.
"Yeah, I think so." He pressed the button and blinked as Cyclonus's face came onto the screen. "Oh. I was joking, really."
The Galvatronian leader's expression showed confusion. "...What?"
"Never mind," said Rodimus, once more leaning on his fist as Oriana 2 used a coloured marker to decorate the roach. "To what do I owe the honor of this comunication?"
Cyclonus gave him a knowing look. "You won't be bored much longer. I've found who's been raiding those border outposts."
"Oh?" Rodimus perked.
Cyclonus nodded and spoke one word. "Meredronians."
Rodimus's face fell. "You mean the the thirty foot tall armored lizard Meredronians, right? The ones that are laser and plasma proof?"
"I haven't heard of any others."
"Slag."
"Dipliwha?" His daughter paused to look up at him, her brow furrowing quizzically.
"Friendly talk," he translated.
"So why don't you just say that?" Oriana 2 tilted her head.
"Because when you grow up and become the leader of a great nation you have to use fancy big words," he said dryly. "It scares off the bad guys."
The look the sparkling gave him was pure Panacea.
Rodimus winced slightly. "I'm telling the truth. Ask Uncle Springer."
"Uncle Springer told me the Earth moon was made of cheese."
"He... did? I think I need to have a talk with him."
"He told me you were human once, too." She turned her attention back to the Chiproach.
"Uh... he was telling the truth with that one." Rodimus winced again at the memory. "But I'd rather not tell that story right now."
"Okay." She reached for a stylus and started tracing around the roach, who babbled away happily.
"Where's your boss, anyway?" Rodimus poked at the tiny mech's face and watched as she nibbled at his finger. The com beeped, but he didn't pay attention till Springer pounded on the wall and yelled at him.
Then he blinked and realized where the signal was coming from. "Whoops. Zoned out a little there."
"You gotta stop thinking so much," Oriana said absently, still making roach tracings.
"Yeah, I think so." He pressed the button and blinked as Cyclonus's face came onto the screen. "Oh. I was joking, really."
The Galvatronian leader's expression showed confusion. "...What?"
"Never mind," said Rodimus, once more leaning on his fist as Oriana 2 used a coloured marker to decorate the roach. "To what do I owe the honor of this comunication?"
Cyclonus gave him a knowing look. "You won't be bored much longer. I've found who's been raiding those border outposts."
"Oh?" Rodimus perked.
Cyclonus nodded and spoke one word. "Meredronians."
Rodimus's face fell. "You mean the the thirty foot tall armored lizard Meredronians, right? The ones that are laser and plasma proof?"
"I haven't heard of any others."
"Slag."