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At first Prima hadn't been able to believe his sensors, surely there had to be a mistake. His next thought was some sort of trick, but there is no mistaking the dark energy coming from this mech. On guard and wary Prima lands in front of the one with Unicron's energy, his hard light wings poised to take flight at a moments notice. "Unicron?"

Unicron moved Megatron’s head to the direction his designation came from. He was greatly surprised that the mech who called him turned out to be Prima.

What that spawn of Primus was doing here?

xPrima.x He replied dryly.

#megatron-the-fallen-hero

“What....happened to you?” He asks in a measured tone. This surely wasn’t something that Unicron had done on purpose, there’s no way the dark God would ever willingly enter the frame of a mortal mech.

It's been a long journey and Prima can't help but sigh in relief when his pedes touch down on Cybertron's surface. As always, there's a sense of warmth and safety that envelops him on Cybertron and a tired smile comes across his face. Closing his optics Prima reaches out with his spark, hoping for an answer. "Creator?"

There was silence at first due to Primus’s busy schedule as he normally had. Moments later he appeared in a spirit form and spoke through the spark. “Yes, Prima? Is there something you need?” The god asked in concern as the spirit form stared at first born. His voice echoed like Unicron’s but was much softer.

A relieved smile spreads across Prima’s face and he bows his helm in respect. “Creator, it’s so good to see you again. I apologize for my long absence, I was traveling much further than normal.”

His hard light wings flap once before becoming a shower of silver sparks and vanishing from sight. It had been hard to drag himself away from the sight of a new galaxy being created.

“What did you go see?” Primus asked curiously. As a god and the planet of his species he wasn’t sure what else was out there to offer. He never gets to travel much these days. It saddened him. “Shooting stars? Comets? New constellations?” He decided to ask.

“All that and more.” He smiles, his natural light becoming tinted with gold as he talks. “I went further than I ever had into the universe and found a new galaxy being born. Hundreds of stars coming to life–one in particular looks like it is going to be a sun, planets colliding and forming–I counted about five or six where I was, and on the other end is a black hole. I flew close enough to feel a hint of its gravity pulling on my armor.”

The god was always pleased to hear of a new galaxy forming. That meant he was doing something right. Well, at least he thought. He wasnt sure. “That is great news, Prima. I suggest you keep watch of that galaxy for any lifeforms. Be very cautious.” He suggested.

Primus looked around in his spirit form, flapping his white glowing wings once or twice as he turned. “Hmm, is there any corpses I can use? I am…rather desperate to feel the ground once more.” Not to mention speak for himself. He can still take control of others and hop around frame to frame but he didn’t want to share one at the moment. That would be too much chaos for him to handle. Two minds in one frame was not good. Especially if ones a god. That would be too much power.

“I will, Creator, but it will be a long time before any life forms there.” At least he hopes so, anything trying to come online now would be irradiated, or crushed, or otherwise killed by all the chaotic energies. Prima blinks and looks around. “I…I am unsure. I just touched down so…perhaps? I can help you look if you wish.”

Primus gave a nod. “Please do.” He kept humming and looked around then immediately found one already though. “Oh, there!” He zapped himself into the frame that was half poking out of the ground and it immediately came online with Primus operating it. The optics were pure white and the frame had whit biolights.

He groaned as he tried standing up with the frame and did his best to balance it. He hasn’t properly walked in eons so it was like a child learning how to walk again. “Ah, land at last.” He spoke for himself and smiled at doing so. He hasn’t heard his voice in so long. “It feels good to stretch.” He even seemed to fix the holes from gun shots in the frame to make it look new. He even tweaked it to fit his power. Even changing the frame color to white, blue and grey. Mostly white though.

“Now, care to show me around?” Primus asked as he seemed content that he could walk again. The ground seemed to glow underneath his pedes and each time he took a step.

Primus gave a nod. “Please do.” He kept humming and looked around then immediately found one already though. “Oh, there!” He zapped himself into the frame that was half poking out of the ground and it immediately came online with Primus operating it. The optics were pure white and the frame had whit biolights.

He groaned as he tried standing up with the frame and did his best to balance it. He hasn’t properly walked in eons so it was like a child learning how to walk again. “Ah, land at last.” He spoke for himself and smiled at doing so. He hasn’t heard his voice in so long. “It feels good to stretch.” He even seemed to fix the holes from gun shots in the frame to make it look new. He even tweaked it to fit his power. Even changing the frame color to white, blue and grey. Mostly white though.

“Now, care to show me around?” Primus asked as he seemed content that he could walk again. The ground seemed to glow underneath his pedes and each time he took a step.

Prima looks away when Primus finds the corpse and works on fixing it up. He wouldn’t say it out loud, in fear of insulting Primus, but he finds the process....disturbing to say the least.

“There’s not much to see, I’m afraid.” Prima looks back over. “The war has just recently ended and reconstruction has just begun. Most of the planet is still...” His gaze is caught by the glowing ground under the God’s pedes. “...dead.”

#theeprimus

Prima exhales heavily through his vents as he looks up and down the streets. This doesn't look like any form of Cybertron that he's familiar with which can only mean one thing; his multiverse warp generator has dumped him somewhere random, again.

Longarm exits out of a building near the new mech. He was trying to keep a bag of energon balanced in his arms. It was rather hard with him also trying to make sure he doesn’t drop his other purchases. He put as much as he could in his subspace.

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He slides them into the cooker. Setting up a timer as goes to clean up and wash his servos. Once that was all done he heads to a closet to get the chair out. Going over to Prima.

“There’s easy to use buttons here to adjust it to your size. And it’s flexible so that it’s comfortable to sit in. Where would you like to set it up?”

“Thank you, Longarm.” Prima fiddles with the buttons until he has a chair big enough for him to settle into. He sets it down right in the kitchen so he’ll be ready to taste the sweets once they are out of the oven.

He goes to make some drinks. Setting one in front of Prima. Smiling softly at him as he waits for the treats to be done. “So. Um are you new here? “ he didn’t know what to say or what to talk about. So why not start some where that safe. A nice topic like was he new the area and such.

Prima nods at the question. “I am, I have never been to this version of Cybertron before. I admit that I feel…rather out of place here.”

Beyond the fact that Prima’s armor is much more elaborate the Longarm’s there’s just something about him that doesn’t fit into this verses…style, so to speak.

“This version? Hmm so Perceptors idea that there are other dimensions and universes out there with things different from this one is true.”

He smiles a little. Thinking about the talk he had with Perceptor on this. It was really interesting and today he got some evidence that it was true. Looking at Primas armor again. It was smoother and sharp as well. Unlike his own.

“Is there any place you’d like to see here? I can pull up some things for sightseeing if you’d like. Might be interesting to see what all is different and similar.”

“Yes, Perceptor would be correct. There are many other dimensions connected to one another in something called the multiverse. Exactly how or why it works I would not be able to tell you. Vector tried, once, and all I received from the conversation was a very bad helmache.”

Prima considers the offer for a few minutes. “Well, I did want to see if I could help Ultra, but afterwards...perhaps. Does your Cybertron have a crystal garden by any chance?”

#longarmprime

misfittingwanderlust

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That doesn’t make Prima feel any better, in fact he looks even more distressed now.

“Panic attacks can be very serious and very damaging to ones mental health. I sincerely hope that these culprits were punished beyond just a little yelling. Even putting aside the fact that you had a panic attack playing such a cruel prank on you was unwarranted.

“They can be, absolutely. I would know.” Misfits nods in agreement. They’re not fun or healthy for that matter.

“Actually I’m not really sure what happened to them after, Tuner told me that he just yelled at them. But I think more than that happened because I received a bunch of gifts and apologies a few days after.”

Either that or Tuner had guilt them into doing it. He was pretty good at that when it came to defending her from. He would have been a good lawyer if his love for Music wasn’t a factor.

Prima tilts his head at hearing that, well it does make him feel better that the one who scared Misfits was punished, and that he also bought her some gifts.

“That is a relief to hear, I would hate to think that he would have gotten away with what he did.”

#danceswithautobots

tfp-optimusprime

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Prima blinks. “Er…I am uncertain as to what card you mean, Optimus.”

Please oh please let this be a case of him actually not knowing what his brother means and not something that he’s forgotten due to age or time.

He looked at his brother, surprised and questioning. He doesn’t really understand the question and so he frowned. “You said earlier that you made a map of your journey and you drew it by hand, did not you?” His voice was calm and neutral. He looked expectantly at his eldest brother and waited patiently for the answer.

“Oh, now I understand.” Prima chuckles softly. “I do not have a card, however.” Instead he reaches into his subspace and pulls out a roll of thick parchment. Unrolling it he shows Optimus that he’s been drawing the chart completely by servo, it’s halfway finished at this point.

“This is what I meant by a star chart. I draw them and then hang them up around my tower.”

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Optimus was visibly speechless when he saw the parchment. Why does a machine draw on a parchment? Just 4 billion years ago, at the time of the 13 Primes, all data was recorded by machines and device. Primus gave his children all the information they needed to be able to do this.

The young Prime sighed, rubbing his front headstock for a moment and thinking. After a few cycles of reflection, he said to his older brother. “Anyway, give me the role, I scan it in. Completion can also be done digitally, which means all the necessary star charts are in the data core, thanks to Vector Prime.”

An actual, physical pout comes onto Prima’s faceplates when he sees Optimus’ expression. “You’re giving me that look, the look Alchemist used to give me when I insisted on doing things ‘the hard way’.” Which really meant doing something without the use of some sort of technological device.

Really, they may be a highly advanced robotic race but that doesn’t mean that they can’t appreciate thing done low tech!

#tfpoptimusprime

Prima stares, silently at the little orange mech that his glitchy warp drive had spat him out in front of. The energy coming from him is unmistakable, but everything else clashes so much with said energy that it's giving him a helmache. "Greetings." He finally manages to choke out.

Rung scrammed because what Prima didn’t see was Rung had only saw for a moment a bright light of flash that came out of nowhere and know he was standing right in front of him . He didn’t mean to scream at his new visitor he was just take back at the sudden shock of a mech warp driving right in front of him.

“I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scream I just…you warp right in front of me and… who are you. I-I have see your face before but I can’t remember who you are.”

Well, Rung new a little, he new something about this mech in the back of his memories was important…no that wasn’t the word, no it was special to his spark, that was what the word he was looking for yes, he just couldn’t remember why that was.

Rung optic widen when he said that, it was amazing that Prima had been to a place that was being to make a galaxy seeing it born, seeing the worlds began, that was such an amazing thing to see, it brought back something in Rung memory’s remember making something like that but what. Rung notes Prima look sheepish and when he said he got to close to a back hole Rung could help but say.

“You almost got suck into a black hole! Gods, I-I’m sorry…I’m glad you’re okay but even if you where at a safe distance, black holes are not something to mess with. I mean, you are old enough to do what you like…I-I don’t know why I acting like this please forgive me.” Rung said blushing again he didn’t know why he all of a sudden got worry for him, after all this happen so long ago and he was an older bot, it wasn’t like he was a sparkling.

“That sound amazing thought that you umm where able to do something like that, you must have lot of amazing story of your adventures.”

Prima smiles faintly, truly touched by the orange mechs concern. It means alot…especially coming from him. But really doesn’t seem to remember…

‘Amnesia then. But due to a physical injury or something else?’

“I’ve skirted around black holes before, though I was a little distracted this time. Please don’t apologize, it’s quite alright, Rung.” He rolls up his star chart again and nods. “I do have a lot of stories I would be more than happy to share with you.”

“Well, I-I’m glad your safe, I hate for something to hurt you and…well, as long as your careful next time that all that matters.”

Rung optic light up and he smile big, he want to hear all of his story’s, he want to know where he had been what things he had been doing and he could help but just have that big goofy smile on his face.

“Wonderful, because I love hear them, I bet you’re a create story teller.”

Prima waves a servo, looking a little sheepish at the ‘great story teller’ compliment. “I don’t think I would go that far. There is a difference between telling a story and being a storyteller. More than once my siblings have complained that my voice was enough to send anyone into recharge.”

And then there was that memorable occasion where Micronus and Quintus really did fall asleep during on of their strategy meetings.

Rung blink when he said that, and titled his helmet. “Well your voice is soft and gently but I think it don’t mean you are not a good story teller, plus, I the type to ask questions when someone telling me a story rather then be sleep if anything, most of the time I like listening so don’t worry, I’m sure you do great.”

Rung wasn’t really the type to sleep, thought again, that was probably because of his job, he had to listen to others, really listen into what they where saying, and by having this skill it help Rung stay wake to the most relaxing of voice mechs so Rung was not worry at all.

#Prima answers #scavengerneoprimalistflywheels

“You’re very kind,” Prima smiles. “if you really do wish to hear a story then I would be happy to tell you one. Is there any topic in particular that you would enjoy hearing about?”

#rungalwaysheretolisten

{Things are really crazy and stressful right now. I’ll be back as soon as I can.}

#mun speaks #tbd

Do you think that killing is ever justified?

“...Yes.” Prima sighs tiredly. “In certain cases; such as in self defence or in defense of another. But...it is still not a choice to be made lightly.”

Difficult questions meme #8

8. Should all people be treated as equal, and have the same rights?

“Yes, I firmly believe that anyone, great or small, should be respected and have the same rights as anyone else.”

#Prima answers #withered-demon

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Difficult Questions for Muses

(Please remember to use trigger warnings as and when necessary)

Do you think that you’re a good person?

Do others like you? Do you want others to like you?

What do you think others like or admire about you?

How do you know when you’re in love? (romantic or platonic)

Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill?

Do you think that killing is ever justified?

Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

Should all people be treated as equal, and have the same rights?

If you committed a crime, would you accept punishment willingly?

Is suicide ever the right choice?

Is euthanasia ever the right choice?

Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love?

What could make you break your own moral code?

Have you ever doubted your own beliefs? (Spiritual, philosophical)

Would you always be loyal to your loved ones even if they wronged you?

What would you consider a fate worse than death?

Why do you love the person or people you love? (romantic or platonic)

Do you agree with capital punishment?

Could you ever forgive your worst enemy?

What would you like to achieve before you die?

#meme things

It's been a long journey and Prima can't help but sigh in relief when his pedes touch down on Cybertron's surface. As always, there's a sense of warmth and safety that envelops him on Cybertron and a tired smile comes across his face. Closing his optics Prima reaches out with his spark, hoping for an answer. "Creator?"

There was silence at first due to Primus’s busy schedule as he normally had. Moments later he appeared in a spirit form and spoke through the spark. “Yes, Prima? Is there something you need?” The god asked in concern as the spirit form stared at first born. His voice echoed like Unicron’s but was much softer.

A relieved smile spreads across Prima’s face and he bows his helm in respect. “Creator, it’s so good to see you again. I apologize for my long absence, I was traveling much further than normal.”

His hard light wings flap once before becoming a shower of silver sparks and vanishing from sight. It had been hard to drag himself away from the sight of a new galaxy being created.

“What did you go see?” Primus asked curiously. As a god and the planet of his species he wasn’t sure what else was out there to offer. He never gets to travel much these days. It saddened him. “Shooting stars? Comets? New constellations?” He decided to ask.

“All that and more.” He smiles, his natural light becoming tinted with gold as he talks. “I went further than I ever had into the universe and found a new galaxy being born. Hundreds of stars coming to life–one in particular looks like it is going to be a sun, planets colliding and forming–I counted about five or six where I was, and on the other end is a black hole. I flew close enough to feel a hint of its gravity pulling on my armor.”

The god was always pleased to hear of a new galaxy forming. That meant he was doing something right. Well, at least he thought. He wasnt sure. “That is great news, Prima. I suggest you keep watch of that galaxy for any lifeforms. Be very cautious.” He suggested.

Primus looked around in his spirit form, flapping his white glowing wings once or twice as he turned. “Hmm, is there any corpses I can use? I am…rather desperate to feel the ground once more.” Not to mention speak for himself. He can still take control of others and hop around frame to frame but he didn’t want to share one at the moment. That would be too much chaos for him to handle. Two minds in one frame was not good. Especially if ones a god. That would be too much power.

“I will, Creator, but it will be a long time before any life forms there.” At least he hopes so, anything trying to come online now would be irradiated, or crushed, or otherwise killed by all the chaotic energies. Prima blinks and looks around. “I...I am unsure. I just touched down so...perhaps? I can help you look if you wish.”

#theeprimus

autobotmedic

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“My name is Prima.” He answers simply, wondering if the medic is gearing up for Scenario #3 - Outright Disbelief, hopefully without the added subtype of ‘Hostility’ to contend with as well.

Prima bows his head in greeting. “Forgive me if I make an assumption, but are you Ratchet? I have heard a great many things about your skills as a medic, both on and off the battlefield.”

Prima. One of the original thirteen. It was possible that he was named after him, but judging by the intricacy and detail of armor, similar to what he recalled of Alpha Trion’s, the concept of being the original does not seem entirely impossible.

The sound of his name dragged him from his thoughts. “I am,” the medic replied. “Forgive my surprise, I and many others were under the impression that.. Optimus, was the last Prime.”

“It’s understandable,” Prima answers, a sad smile on his face. “My siblings and I have been gone for such a long time that I’m not surprised that Optimus was considered the only one remaining.”

His gaze drifts away from Ratchet as he examine his surroundings. “I felt, deep in my spark, Cybertron returning to life once more and I hoped to speak to Optimus to offer my help at rebuilding. Do you know where he is?”

#autobotmedic

tfp-optimusprime

@first-born-prime

Prima blinks. “Er…I am uncertain as to what card you mean, Optimus.”

Please oh please let this be a case of him actually not knowing what his brother means and not something that he’s forgotten due to age or time.

He looked at his brother, surprised and questioning. He doesn’t really understand the question and so he frowned. “You said earlier that you made a map of your journey and you drew it by hand, did not you?” His voice was calm and neutral. He looked expectantly at his eldest brother and waited patiently for the answer.

“Oh, now I understand.” Prima chuckles softly. “I do not have a card, however.” Instead he reaches into his subspace and pulls out a roll of thick parchment. Unrolling it he shows Optimus that he’s been drawing the chart completely by servo, it’s halfway finished at this point.

“This is what I meant by a star chart. I draw them and then hang them up around my tower.”

#tfpoptimusprime

It's been a long journey and Prima can't help but sigh in relief when his pedes touch down on Cybertron's surface. As always, there's a sense of warmth and safety that envelops him on Cybertron and a tired smile comes across his face. Closing his optics Prima reaches out with his spark, hoping for an answer. "Creator?"

There was silence at first due to Primus’s busy schedule as he normally had. Moments later he appeared in a spirit form and spoke through the spark. “Yes, Prima? Is there something you need?” The god asked in concern as the spirit form stared at first born. His voice echoed like Unicron’s but was much softer.

A relieved smile spreads across Prima’s face and he bows his helm in respect. “Creator, it’s so good to see you again. I apologize for my long absence, I was traveling much further than normal.”

His hard light wings flap once before becoming a shower of silver sparks and vanishing from sight. It had been hard to drag himself away from the sight of a new galaxy being created.

“What did you go see?” Primus asked curiously. As a god and the planet of his species he wasn’t sure what else was out there to offer. He never gets to travel much these days. It saddened him. “Shooting stars? Comets? New constellations?” He decided to ask.

“All that and more.” He smiles, his natural light becoming tinted with gold as he talks. “I went further than I ever had into the universe and found a new galaxy being born. Hundreds of stars coming to life–one in particular looks like it is going to be a sun, planets colliding and forming–I counted about five or six where I was, and on the other end is a black hole. I flew close enough to feel a hint of its gravity pulling on my armor.”

#theeprimus

Prima exhales heavily through his vents as he looks up and down the streets. This doesn't look like any form of Cybertron that he's familiar with which can only mean one thing; his multiverse warp generator has dumped him somewhere random, again.

Longarm exits out of a building near the new mech. He was trying to keep a bag of energon balanced in his arms. It was rather hard with him also trying to make sure he doesn’t drop his other purchases. He put as much as he could in his subspace.

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He slides them into the cooker. Setting up a timer as goes to clean up and wash his servos. Once that was all done he heads to a closet to get the chair out. Going over to Prima.

“There’s easy to use buttons here to adjust it to your size. And it’s flexible so that it’s comfortable to sit in. Where would you like to set it up?”

“Thank you, Longarm.” Prima fiddles with the buttons until he has a chair big enough for him to settle into. He sets it down right in the kitchen so he’ll be ready to taste the sweets once they are out of the oven.

He goes to make some drinks. Setting one in front of Prima. Smiling softly at him as he waits for the treats to be done. “So. Um are you new here? “ he didn’t know what to say or what to talk about. So why not start some where that safe. A nice topic like was he new the area and such.

Prima nods at the question. “I am, I have never been to this version of Cybertron before. I admit that I feel...rather out of place here.”

Beyond the fact that Prima’s armor is much more elaborate the Longarm’s there’s just something about him that doesn’t fit into this verses...style, so to speak.

#longarmprime

Prima stares, silently at the little orange mech that his glitchy warp drive had spat him out in front of. The energy coming from him is unmistakable, but everything else clashes so much with said energy that it's giving him a helmache. "Greetings." He finally manages to choke out.

Rung scrammed because what Prima didn’t see was Rung had only saw for a moment a bright light of flash that came out of nowhere and know he was standing right in front of him . He didn’t mean to scream at his new visitor he was just take back at the sudden shock of a mech warp driving right in front of him.

“I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scream I just…you warp right in front of me and… who are you. I-I have see your face before but I can’t remember who you are.”

Well, Rung new a little, he new something about this mech in the back of his memories was important…no that wasn’t the word, no it was special to his spark, that was what the word he was looking for yes, he just couldn’t remember why that was.

Rung optic widen when he said that, it was amazing that Prima had been to a place that was being to make a galaxy seeing it born, seeing the worlds began, that was such an amazing thing to see, it brought back something in Rung memory’s remember making something like that but what. Rung notes Prima look sheepish and when he said he got to close to a back hole Rung could help but say.

“You almost got suck into a black hole! Gods, I-I’m sorry…I’m glad you’re okay but even if you where at a safe distance, black holes are not something to mess with. I mean, you are old enough to do what you like…I-I don’t know why I acting like this please forgive me.” Rung said blushing again he didn’t know why he all of a sudden got worry for him, after all this happen so long ago and he was an older bot, it wasn’t like he was a sparkling.

“That sound amazing thought that you umm where able to do something like that, you must have lot of amazing story of your adventures.”

Prima smiles faintly, truly touched by the orange mechs concern. It means alot…especially coming from him. But really doesn’t seem to remember…

‘Amnesia then. But due to a physical injury or something else?’

“I’ve skirted around black holes before, though I was a little distracted this time. Please don’t apologize, it’s quite alright, Rung.” He rolls up his star chart again and nods. “I do have a lot of stories I would be more than happy to share with you.”

“Well, I-I’m glad your safe, I hate for something to hurt you and…well, as long as your careful next time that all that matters.”

Rung optic light up and he smile big, he want to hear all of his story’s, he want to know where he had been what things he had been doing and he could help but just have that big goofy smile on his face.

“Wonderful, because I love hear them, I bet you’re a create story teller.”