Hot Rod shook his head, mumbling a quiet “Whatever” under his breath. If Magnus was insisting they both attend, it was useless to argue. They were appearing unorganized enough as it was. As it was, he sighed, shaking his head.
“I… Yes, of course.” Then he looked back to the King. “I appologize for… any conflicting…” He waved a hand, searching for a word and failing to come up with one, the sentence trailed off into a grimace. Instead of continuing, he motioned for Ultra Magnus to step forward and speak, officially, now that he’d been reminded he still had to do that.
Optimus watched and listened to them carefully, casting a warning glance at Ironhide, who for all appearances seemed to be a picture perfect vision of Captain of the Guard.
“Of course” he agreed “..For now you must be exhausted..” he motioned to one of the guards to step forward “If you wish, you are welcome to rest here until another meeting can be arranged. My guard will take you to a room” he offered.
He heard that Hot Rod, but Ultra Magnus’s gaze did not stray from the King’s faceplates. The Captain of the Guard was struggling to keep a grasp on what little decorum and dignity they may have left. “Of course, your Majesty. We have traveled long and far. We would appreciate the chance to rest before we continue this discussion. We cannot express our gratitude for your generosity and consideration in our time of need.”
Magnus shifted to go and stand by the guard that Optimus had ordered to show them to a room. His glance moved to Rodimus, giving him a slight nod. If the young Emperor had any final comments to make, now would be the moment.

















