re_alignment | AUDIO; location - Vector Prime's Temple

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AUDIO; location - Vector Prime's Temple

I was debriefed on the situation at hand. I will say this: temporal displacement is specifically against all laws known to me. However, since this was ... an accident and not due in part to any present individuals that I know of, it seems that this is an issue I'll have to let go of.

That aside, I do have other pressing matters at hand.

I am Ultra Magnus, second in command of the Lost Light and agent of the Tyrest Accord. Rodimus, if you are present, respond.

Any other members of the Lost Light should report to me immediately.

If there's anyone else who feels they need to give me additional information, I will accept.

Ultra Magnus, out.

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[he almost gives it out of routine - this is the /Prime/ asking, of course, the head commander of the Autobots - but manages to stop himself just in time.

...he'll have to explain, won't he.]

Bad time.

Then I'll make it quick.

[NOPE sorry Max. He repeats the location-query ping.]

Can't it wait?

[please?]

No, Max.

[Sorry. PING.]

[damn.

it was worth a shot.

finally, reluctantly, he answers the ping with a location - all the while struggling to his feet in the medbay, trying to 'fix' himself up so it looks like he's just there for a checkup, as opposed to recovering from heavy damage.

that'll take a while.

and it won't be very effective.]

[It's a lost cause Max. Your fussing won't help much, nor will it take Optimus long to get there.

So when he finally walks in...he draws up short.]

...Well. When you said it was a bad time, I wasn't exactly expecting this.

[He looks the other mech over, frowning under the mask.]

What happened?

[when Optimus arrives, he's leaning against one of the medical terminals, trying to disconnect himself...

only to freeze at the sound of Optimus's voice.

er.

well.

damn.]

...

[he turns his head, slowly. ~~reluctantly.~~]

I...got hurt.

...Well yes, I gathered that much.

[Optimus steps within arms-reach, offering a hand.]

Should you even be up?

[...he could make it back to the berth without Prime's help.

maybe.

if he went slow, and didn't mind falling down once or twice.

...reluctantly, Max takes that hand, pushing himself up and away from the terminal.]

Just...stretching my legs.

I am no expert, but I think your legs are stretched enough for the day.

[He gives his hand a squeeze, patting him on the back carefully as he guides him back toward the berth.]

[have a grunt, Prime. and an unstable Max, who's using that hand and the stability Prime offers to keep himself from stumbling. when he reaches the berth, he exvents as he sits down on it]

I'll be fine.

[Optimus lingers for a few seconds until he sure Max is stable, before retreating back a few steps.]

To put it bluntly, Max, you don't look fine.

[Your Prime is concerned!]

[see Max.

see Max trying desperately to move off the subject.]

Yeah, well, it's not the worst I've had and you know it. [they're both soldiers. damage is part of the job. nothing's changed.]

And I am not belittling that. But that was in the midst of our war. Right now, in this place, there should be no cause for that.

[He shakes his head. Soldiers or not, you basically got attacked on 'shore leave'. That makes it all the more jarring.]

[he...doesn't. really have an answer for that. for a moment, for a moment he's tempted to try and make up an excuse along the lines of falling off a cliff...

...but Prime could find out easily enough that this was assault. purposeful assault. he looks away, exceedingly uncomfortable and it shows in every piece of body language.]

...I'll handle it, Prime.

[Optimus raises an optic ridge, genuinely bemused.]

You're not going to be in any shape for that for a while yet, I imagine. There are enough Autobots here for an entire squad. This mysterious issue doesn't seem like something you need to - or should - handle alone, my friend.

Edited 2012-10-17 06:36 (UTC)

[should have added 'can handle alone' to that list, because frankly? Max knows he can't. and yet the offer for help just has him even more tense, the memory of what happens if anyone else gets involved making his answer quick and short;]

No! I...

[that probably gave part of it away but frag it]

I'll handle it, Prime. One way or another. I can do this.

[he just has to find a way...]

[Optimus frowns and straightens, arms crossing over his chest as formality begins to creep back into his stance.

Not the most stealthy of denials.]

You're not exactly reassuring me here.

...What happened, Max?

...

[he'll just. reach up and rub his face at this point, exventing heavily. for a while he stays quiet, looking as though he won't say anything, before finally, reluctantly...]

I was...caught off guard.

[...vague enough?]

[Vague enough to make Optimus' vents huff with muffled frustration, but he moves to gently rest a hand back on the other mech's shoulder once more.]

By who?

[Because he's already figured out that there is more to this than some embarrassing tumble down a mountain or something foolish like that.

He could find out from someone else, of course. But he'd rather know it from Fort Max himself.]

[and Max...well, Max?

promptly flinches away from the touch, then badly tries to cover it by just. moving his hand to wave it away no he's fine don't touch him-]

'Con. Was a 'Con.

[Raising his hands back up, Optimus easily takes a step back - and really wishes he hadn't half expected a reaction like that.

He's not oblivious to the clues.]

I didn't expect it to be one of ours, Max.

[His tone is gentle, with no hint of blame.]

...It was Overlord, wasn't it?

[if Optimus expects him to respond to that, he's mistaken. at least - verbally. there's no verbal response.

there's utter silence and a tensing of every servo in his body, there's Max going absolutely rigid as though bracing himself for /something/ as his vents stutter...

but no response.

not even a nod.

it probably speaks for itself.]

...Easy, Max. Easy.

[Optimus tenses, concerned, but makes no move to touch the injured mech again, simply watching and waiting for any reaction. Good or bad.]

It's alright, my friend. ...You are safe here.

[he wants to get up and walk out, but - he can't even get to his feet. that much is obvious. or he can, but he'd fall, and there's further evidence of how he is, and-

-he can't exactly tell Prime to get out, because he's the slagging /Prime/.

Max feels trapped, and he Does Not Like the feeling. his fingers curl in to weak fists, a grimace forming on his face as he stares at the floor.

safe? there is no safety. not where Overlord's concerned. there's moments of rest between torments, and this- this is just one of them, and he needs to stop this, he needs to /end/ this, he-]

Are we done.

[the words are tight and hollow, wanting to be left /alone/]

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