[VIDEO | Vector Prime's temple]

[primest]

[What a surprise: Sentinel’s angry. The acolytes are pottering around in the background of the video, having been shouted at and told to frag off. Clearly, any information they had to offer had fallen on, ah, deaf audios.]

Ugh, is there anyone around here who isn’t a useless maintenance drone? These things are swarming all over the place and I haven’t been able to get a straight answer out of any of them!

I’m a Prime; we’re supposed to get better treatment than this!

[He scowls into the camera.]

Anyway, any Autobots in the immediate vicinity report directly to me. I want to know what’s going on and, uh, where I am.

[This is about as polite as you’re going to get from him.]

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[primest]

Mh, better than some wild animal.

[Oh. Right. He'd forgotten about that.]

Bar. Yes, right. Primus, some energon would look good about now.

[raceme]

There aren't many of those here.

[You do look like you could use a drink, Sentinel. Blurr pats his back briefly.] Then let's go, we have a lot of different types of energon. UNLIKE our world we don't _{have to worry} about energon here.

[primest]

Oh, good.

[He stiffens slightly when Blurr pats his back. It was an unexpected move, and he's not really used to bots being all smiles and the whole touching thing.]

Well, I don't intend to go overboard, what with all the Decepticons hanging around...

[raceme]

[If Blurr noticed that stiffness or not it's hard to tell but he moved a step away from Sentinel to give him more space.]

There's no need get overcharged no. Not all of them are so bad either, don't worry about ^them now.

[primest]

Like I said, I had no intention of doing so.

[He's now frowning. That... wasn't the best thing to say. Then again, who knows with Sentinel?]

Don't worry about them? Has spending so much time hiding dulled your processor or something? They're Decepticons, Blurr. As the very name suggests, they can't be trusted.

[No doubt Blurr of all bots would know this better than Sentinel. He didn't put much thought into that statement.]

[raceme]

[Wait until the day Blurr mentions that he allowed Thudnercracker to join the Police Force, Sentinel will have a spark attack. He knows better than mention it right now.]

No, it did not. [Blurr would be more offended if he weren't used to this sort of answer.] Here we have Decepticons from a negative polarity universe. In their world the Autobots are the ruthless murderers who wants to enslave other races. Here there's also mechs that are neutrals, mechs who changed factions and mechs who realized the mistakes they did on the past and are trying to amend their ways.

The issue in this new Cybertron and its inhabitants it's not as much the factions as it's the ideals they all follow. I'm not asking you to trust them, though, I'm just asking you to not start any unnecessary fights.

[>B| Blurr wary of all the resident Shockwaves and yes, yes, he knows that way too well.]

[primest]

[Let's hope by that point Sentinel has settled in a bit.]

Well, isn't this dysfunction junction.

[He sniffs... or makes an equivalent robo-noise.] I've spent my entire life cycle being taught to hate and fear them. Now, you're just telling me to put all that behind me and expect it to be all smiles and rainbows?

You've been a great help today, Blurr; but I think I'd like to stay in my room for now.

[raceme]

[Or that he is too drunk to remember it the next day.]

It's life now, Sentinel. A new beginning, for all of us. Don't think for a moment that it was easy for me when I arrived. [Really, it wasn't, specially when the Shockwave from their reality was here.

That nose makes Blurr feel bad so he tries to sounds less harsh when he speaks again.] No, you can ignore them if you want. But start a new war here? Is not worth it

Alright I...will check on you tomorrow, okay?

[primest]

[Impending alcoholism!]

Mhn. [He looks away awkwardly, Blurr's reaction made him feel guilty for being a bit too abrasive.]

I'd never intentionally start another war. Nothing would be worth that amount of destruction. [Bulkhead telling him about Cybertron dying in their war really stuck with him.]

... Okay.

[raceme]

[Sob. No, that can't be good in the long run.

It's fine, Sentinel had a very confusing day and Blurr understands.]

Thank you, I wouldn't ask for more than that.

[There's a brief nod and Blurr heads to the door.]

If you want to talk or need something just ping me _{in the comm.} link, I'm always available. Good night Sentinel

[primest]

Yeah. Night.

[Does the equivalent of slamming the door behind him. He's still kinda pissed, but more at his situation than Blurr.]