re_alignment | [Audio]

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tf: prime | bulkhead

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[This isn't something he ever thought he'd have to announce. He never wanted to do, but he felt obligated to do it. Being the most senior warrior of the team left, it feels like his duty to do it.

He's keeping it short and to the point though. His voice wavering some as he speaks, despite his best efforts. He never was good at controlling his emotions, and this isn't the best time to try.]

Optimus Prime...is dead.

[He would've cut it right there, but then he remembers. Right, he has to clarify which one.]

Our...Optimus Prime.

[With that, he cuts the feed. Primus he could use some high grade right now.]

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I'm sorry, Bulkhead.

I set a graveyard in Alpha Trion's quadrant, in case you want to bury him here.

It--had to be done.

[It doesn't make it any better.]

Perceptor has his body at the moment. But that's not a bad idea. [At least it would give some closure.]

I know, it's still sparkbreaking. Are you okay? We can handle the other in case you want to rest.

Just keep it in mind. What is Perceptor doing?

No I'm not... [He shouldn't have been out there fighting after two months of down time and still recovering. Much less against a Prime. He's hurting in more ways than one. Physically and emotionally. But as much as he just wants to crawl off to his berth and hide, he can't.] Go ahead, think Ratchet would beat me one if I tried to leave med-bay right now.

He said he'd take care of it. He's done so for others, you'd have to ask him.

[If Blurr knew all that he would feel even worse for Bulk.] I'm sorry. I will visit as soon as I have a moment. I could send you Frank to keep you company.

Hm. I will.

Uh, if you want. I wouldn't mind the company, though.

Then he will keep you company until I can join you two. Try to rest Bulkhead.

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In a few minutes, very few 'cos Frank is as fast as Blurr, there's a Turbofox sniffing around the medbay. He knew he had to come ere but forgot why.]

Thanks Blurr. Will try to keep him out of trouble and try to rest.

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The noise makes him look up. He hasn't seen Frank before, but he knew a turbofox when he saw it.]

Frank, come're. [He'll call out to him, holding out a hand.]

...! [Frank moved out of sight in a fast movement, startled by the voice. A few seconds later a silver nose could be seen under one of the medical tables, sniffing.]

Yip? [You will have to try calling him again, Bulk.]

[He blinks. Well, that went well. He takes a minute to try and locate the fox again.

He'll try a gentler voice, he didn't mean to spook him.]

Frank?

YIP! [Ohhh right you know his name. You are probably who he had come to see. He gets distracted easily.

Frank moved from under the table to Bulk's berth, sniffing.]

[It's tricky trying to find him since he's laying on his back on the berth. He turns at the yip though, leaning up a little as his optics focus on the fox. Aha.]

Hey. [He'll reach out a servo toward him.]

Harrrruf? [The turbofox makes a sound and finally approaches the mech properly. He licks one of his fingers after a bit.]YIP.

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