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[neverputincharge]

[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.]

Comments

[dinnerdate]

...From?

[neverputincharge]

[Wow, no doubt this time?]

Who knows, scrap always sees ta be happenin' here.

[dinnerdate]

[Oh he's doubting. Lots of doubting. And believing that Bulkhead will save him from something he probably caused, if such a thing would ever happen.]

You'd only do it to brag.

[neverputincharge]

Ya really think that low of me, huh? I wouldn't brag about it, cause there aint a point to. I'd know it and you'd know it.

[Challenge accepted.]

Next time ya get in trouble, call me.

[dinnerdate]

Just proving that you can then. You've got no other reason to save me.

...I think I'd be better off dead.

[neverputincharge]

Have ya given me a reason not to want to?

[dinnerdate]

I'm a Decepticon that isn't dead. That seems to be reason enough for you Autobots.

[neverputincharge]

[Hear that thump noise? That was him facepalming.]

Yeah well, things don't work the same on this Cybertron, if you haven't noticed.

[dinnerdate]

Yeah? Doesn't seem to stop the rest of your faction from hating me.

[neverputincharge]

Really? Who?

[dinnerdate]

Every Autobot I've spoken to.

[And sadly it's true. For the most part.]

[neverputincharge]

Well with an attitude like that...

[No, really. He has the most frustrating attitude ever.]

I do admit, ya don't give the greatest of first impressions.

[dinnerdate]

What does my attitude have to do with this? They find out I'm a Decepticon and then doesn't matter what was going on before, they suddenly hate me.

[neverputincharge]

Know why? Cause after a milenia of war, it becomes a natural reaction to 'cons. Just like 'con's react that way to us.

[Con's aren't that innocent ether.]

[dinnerdate]

[Well he's not going to argue that.]

The war might as well be going on here. Nothing's changed.

[neverputincharge]

Do you really want to start the war again on this Cybertron?

[dinnerdate]

No.

[But it would make the hate make more sense.]

But we'll die either way.

[neverputincharge]

[Just silence, before a vented sigh as his voice dips.]

Yeah, eventually we all will.

[dinnerdate]

You agree... That's new.

[neverputincharge]

It aint somethin' I like to think about.

[Ironic, given he's a Wrecker.]

[dinnerdate]

Why?

[It's better to come to terms with inevitable doom.]

[neverputincharge]

[He did that when he joined the Wreckers.]

Just cause I accept it, doesn't mean I want to think about it constantly. Yeah, I know. There'll be a day I go out on a mission or somethin' and never come back. [Pit, that very nearly happened before he arrived here.] Same goes for Jackie, Ratchet, Smokescreen and other bots I know. Includin' them back back home.

But I'll take their deaths as they come. Better to take it a day at a time, cause ya never know when tomorrow might not come.

[dinnerdate]

How you Wreckers keep yourself happy I'll never know.

[neverputincharge]

[Says the con who thinks about death constantly.]

Eh, we have our ways.

[dinnerdate]

[He doesn't know what happy is anymore, it's not his fault.]

I've noticed.