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Transformers One Amalgamous Prime (she/her) written by Sam Undertale follows back from @thereelingvagabond

[iaconsavior]

The Primes were useless. The High Guard more so for just mindlessly nodding along with every order of patrols and recon and reporting. Instead of sitting underground in Iacon, twiddling their thumbs and trying to have the longest running meeting on record, they should act! Make the first round of offense, catch the Quintessons off guard. Primus, barter if you have to. But cowering down in Iacon as a Prime was not how you were supposed to lead...

"... Very well. If you are sure that Zeta won't mind me taking some time off for myself, providing you and Nexus can keep his ship in order, I suppose if a Prime is telling me to rest more who am I to decline her orders" Sentinel smirked, slotting the last datapad in place and taking the offered servo, giving it a little waggle at her other three waving with such theatrics.

"The horrors indeed. If anything, you all should be the most careful given your contacts with Quintessons. Who knows what pathogens they carry"

[amalgamous-prime]

"Onyx and Alchemist are keeping on top of that, don't worry." She helps Sentinel down from his little platform. "Now, what would you like to do with your free time, hmm? A day out in Iacon? Some time to yourself, or do you prefer a little company?"

[crumpledleaflet]

Hella fella

[vugnasmineralblog]

Schorl With Quartz | Skardu, Gilgit-Baltistan, Pakistan

[vugnasmineralblog]

Eosphorite | Minas Gerais, Brazil

[compaculaaa]

Smugtinel✨

[amalgamous-prime]

“Hmmm. Requisition reports, approving Solus’ blueprints… Oh! Onyx and I pranked Quintus yesterday, that was good.” Amalgamous picks out a gelly for herself and then offers up the rest of the bag for Sentinel to take.

“Come on, the Quintesson’s have been quiet for nearly two weeks, and Soundwave and the seekers are well on top of espionage and reconnaissance.” Everyone else had taken the time to catch up on less pressing matters and decompress. “Take tomorrow off? Half of tomorrow?” she wheedles, her optical band gone all wibbly and shiny from pleading. “Even Zeta noticed you haven’t seemed well lately, and you know he barely registers what he’s eating for breakfast, these days.”

[iaconsavior]

Stooping to take the bag, carefully folding the top down to protect its contents and stowing it in his subspace, and Sentinel was regarding her account her recent shenanigans.

Great. Quintus. Is he going to be vacuuming glitter from the halls again?

"I can't" He laughs, crouching to collect his pile of datapads from his pedes and the platform rising to return to emptying his workload onto their shelves. "There is still minutes of meetings to be archived, schedules to ensure are up to date, meetings to organize or shuffle, let alone ensure that whenever a function or gala is due that the right people are also invited by certain Primes. Nexus is a wonderful stand in. They tick every box, but ... I am stubborn. I like things done a certain way. And when someone does it for me, out of habit, it becomes more work because it wasn't done my way.

... You can tell Zeta I am just worried about the Quintessons. They don't do 'quiet'. I don't like it"

[amalgamous-prime]

Amalgamous shifts her entire torso in an approximation of a helm-tilt. She knows that the quiet is more ominous than peaceful, but the Primes have full confidence that the High Guard will be able to inform them of any Quintesson movement the moment it happens.

“Let Nexus and I at least help you catch up on things,” she says at last, her tone gentle. Their tough little sparrowhawk, always doing so much for them, and rarely taking a moment for himself. She offers him a servo. “I’ll reassure Zeta for you, I promise. But if the rest of us are all taking a little time to recover, then so should you.” Her optic band lights up unevenly with teasing sparkles. “What would we do if the Quintessons did suddenly attack, and you were down for the count from overwork?” She clicks out a blat of static, waving her three other servos dramatically. “The horror. I dare not even imagine it.”

[x1000mega]

ONEの13人のプライムさん達。好きだ…。

[amalgamous-prime]

@iaconsavior

Tsk, tsk. “Senni, you look tired! Don’t tell me Trion and Alchemist have been monopolizing your time again.” Her tone is fond but firm; she knows which of her siblings yap the most, and how their aide is often too polite to escape long discussions of history or cuisine — or culinary history, as the case may be.

She holds out a little gauzy bag of glowing energon gels. “Do you need me to clear tomorrow’s schedule for you? Nexus can cover for you, they don’t mind.”

[iaconsavior]

Ah. Yay. Her.

"But of course. I am Aid to the Primes'" Sentinel chuckles over his shoulder, unbothered on his little hovering platform, a stack of the latest minutes ready to be set upon the shelves for archiving, and a list of previous meetings he needed to collect from lower shelves in due time.

So, colour him surprised by the crinkling at his hip of something offered and ... Staring down into the offered bag of goodies.

"Pfft, no. I appreciate the offer, though. Both the schedule, and these" He smiles, reaching down to set his workload on the platform by his pedes and turn to better regard the bag, collecting himself a nice little handful to hold and selectively graze on.

"What of you? What is monopolising your time?"

[amalgamous-prime]

“Hmmm. Requisition reports, approving Solus’ blueprints… Oh! Onyx and I pranked Quintus yesterday, that was good.” Amalgamous picks out a gelly for herself and then offers up the rest of the bag for Sentinel to take.

“Come on, the Quintesson’s have been quiet for nearly two weeks, and Soundwave and the seekers are well on top of espionage and reconnaissance.” Everyone else had taken the time to catch up on less pressing matters and decompress. “Take tomorrow off? Half of tomorrow?” she wheedles, her optical band gone all wibbly and shiny from pleading. “Even Zeta noticed you haven’t seemed well lately, and you know he barely registers what he’s eating for breakfast, these days.”

[amalgamous-prime]

@iaconsavior

Tsk, tsk. “Senni, you look tired! Don’t tell me Trion and Alchemist have been monopolizing your time again.” Her tone is fond but firm; she knows which of her siblings yap the most, and how their aide is often too polite to escape long discussions of history or cuisine — or culinary history, as the case may be.

She holds out a little gauzy bag of glowing energon gels. “Do you need me to clear tomorrow’s schedule for you? Nexus can cover for you, they don’t mind.”

[kararadaygum]

..

[amalgamous-prime]

“I turn into a spider tank!”

Then she leans down conspiratorially, optic band wiggly with how she’s grinning.

“…and a crab.”

[requiem-on-water]

Momoire

[velnar3]

Big sis & Lil bro

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

@amalgamous-prime replied...

“Be NICE to Quintus; they’re trying their best.”

( OTHER THAN THE YOUNGEST OF YOUR LOT: )

( YOU ALL SUCK AT YOUR JOBS )

( ALL YOU DO IS SHIFT MORE WORK ONTO YOUR SUPERIORS )

[amalgamous-prime]

“It’s not like we wanted Zeta to be the Matrix Bearer,” she says, planting all four of her hands on her hips. “It just… happened.”

Her optic band narrows. “And you delegate all the time, Mister ‘I need Heralds in Order to Actually Get Anything Done’. The little bedeviled one is basically your minder.”

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

( UNICRON, THIS UNICRON, HAS NOT TWISTED A MORTAL. IT DOES NOT NEED THEM. THOSE THAT EXIST ARE FORCED UPON IT BY MORTALS BEING IDIOTS AND PUTTING THINGS IN THEIR MOUTH THAT THEY SHOULDN'T. )

( HAPPENSTANCE IS HARDLY AN EXCUSE. YOU THIRTEEN WERE PLANNED FOR ASCENSION AND, IF I RECALL, YOU'VE GOT AT LEAST TWO ORACLES IN YOUR LITTLE POD. )

( ONE MAKES A GOOD DRINK, I BELIEVE. THAT ONE. UNICRON WOULD TAKE THAT ONE. )

[amalgamous-prime]

“Just because you didn’t technically make Rodimus what he is doesn’t mean he’s any less your babysitter,” she points out.

“Nexus and Alchemist hadn’t fully embraced their skills when…” hm, best not to give too much information away directly to Unicron… “when Zeta received the Matrix.” And that had been Prima’s fault, anyway.

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

There's a clear spike of distaste when that one is brought up. Wings quirk, misangled, as if to check around for anything nearby.

The accurately named babysitter is, indeed, nearby. Out of sight, barely out of earshot, and generally there for set dressing. Poignant set dressing.

( YOU MAKE EXCUSES TO A THING OF FACT AND ANGER. THERE WILL BE NO ACCEPTANCE FOUND HERE. MERELY JUDGEMENT AND DISLIKE BAKED INTO THE VERY FIBERS OF ITS BEING. )

( DEMIGODS. ALWAYS SO WHINY. )

[amalgamous-prime]

“Not an excuse, an explanation.”

Amalgamous is getting… annoyed? Frustrated? This had started as an off-hand defense of poor Quintus, and now suddenly it feels as if she’s standing trial for her entire pantheon, which is really more of a job for Alpha Trion. If Amalgamous can’t hit the problem with a stick or trick it into looking the other way, then she has very little patience for it.

“And are you always so unpleasant?”

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

@amalgamous-prime replied...

“Be NICE to Quintus; they’re trying their best.”

( OTHER THAN THE YOUNGEST OF YOUR LOT: )

( YOU ALL SUCK AT YOUR JOBS )

( ALL YOU DO IS SHIFT MORE WORK ONTO YOUR SUPERIORS )

[amalgamous-prime]

“It’s not like we wanted Zeta to be the Matrix Bearer,” she says, planting all four of her hands on her hips. “It just… happened.”

Her optic band narrows. “And you delegate all the time, Mister ‘I need Heralds in Order to Actually Get Anything Done’. The little bedeviled one is basically your minder.”

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

( UNICRON, THIS UNICRON, HAS NOT TWISTED A MORTAL. IT DOES NOT NEED THEM. THOSE THAT EXIST ARE FORCED UPON IT BY MORTALS BEING IDIOTS AND PUTTING THINGS IN THEIR MOUTH THAT THEY SHOULDN'T. )

( HAPPENSTANCE IS HARDLY AN EXCUSE. YOU THIRTEEN WERE PLANNED FOR ASCENSION AND, IF I RECALL, YOU'VE GOT AT LEAST TWO ORACLES IN YOUR LITTLE POD. )

( ONE MAKES A GOOD DRINK, I BELIEVE. THAT ONE. UNICRON WOULD TAKE THAT ONE. )

[amalgamous-prime]

“Just because you didn’t technically make Rodimus what he is doesn’t mean he’s any less your babysitter,” she points out.

“Nexus and Alchemist hadn’t fully embraced their skills when…” hm, best not to give too much information away directly to Unicron… “when Zeta received the Matrix.” And that had been Prima’s fault, anyway.

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

@amalgamous-prime replied...

“Be NICE to Quintus; they’re trying their best.”

( OTHER THAN THE YOUNGEST OF YOUR LOT: )

( YOU ALL SUCK AT YOUR JOBS )

( ALL YOU DO IS SHIFT MORE WORK ONTO YOUR SUPERIORS )

[amalgamous-prime]

“It’s not like we wanted Zeta to be the Matrix Bearer,” she says, planting all four of her hands on her hips. “It just… happened.”

Her optic band narrows. “And you delegate all the time, Mister ‘I need Heralds in Order to Actually Get Anything Done’. The little bedeviled one is basically your minder.”

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