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[thelastprime]

 [The feed flickers on, but...something doesn't seem right.  Yes, it's showing Optimus Prime (or one of them) and that's all fine and dandy, but... there's something about him that seems off. He has his back faced towards the camera, looking out towards Liege Maximo's temple. He was starting to become affected by this glyphless state. He'd been able to hold it off for as long as he could, but...it was maddening.

His fists clench and unclench as he looks down at the stasis cuffs Perceptor had provided for him.  He didn't remember those coming off, and seemed to be glancing at his hands.  The scientist did say it was temporary.

There wasn't enough time to get to Liege's temple. 

So...]

Autobots. Report in.

[He had to end this. Before it started.]

(ooc: Technically he didn't say HIS autobots, so...anyone's game to jump in on this.)

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[sciencetank]

[Perceptor's done one of his "leave the recorder going while doing other things" moments again, but he turns, the locker half-open.]

Yes? What is it?

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[thelastprime]

Smokescreen.

If you could keep an eye out for him. He is rather new to the ways of warfare, and it is not an entirely safe environment. I cannot guarantee what my glyphless status will do.

[You don't have to play babysitter, but...just make sure he doesn't eat paste or anything.]

Watch over him in my absence. And should I leave a body behind...I would rather it be in Autobot hands.

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[sciencetank]

Watch...

[But he's a scientist, not a babysitter. His lab is no place for kids. Have you seen it?]

[But, it's Optimus asking. He sighs, nodding slightly.]

Yes, Optimus. I'll do whatever is in my power. With your charge as... well as with your ... frame.

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[thelastprime]

Many thanks, Perceptor.

It's been an honour working with you.

[Well, from a distance, but hey.]

Know that you were well known in my universe. And if by any chance we should meet again...

I would like to have discussion with you.

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[sciencetank]

And you, Optimus Prime.

[This would be the point in which he pulls a rusted old rifle out of the locker, regarding it for a moment in silence.]

And know that, in mine, you remain a friend to every Autobot proudly serving under your command. No other Prime could have done the things you have.

...

'Till all are one, then, I suppose.