#best-first

[red-in-revolt]

Optimus does what could only be called a slow blink at Codeblue, like the world’s largest, laziest, most affectionate big cat. “Hullo.”

Codeblue gives a slightly disbelieving cycle of his optics before he smiles and reaches up to pat Optimus lightly on the side of his chest. "Hullo to you too, big guy. Something I can do for you? You're looking just a tad bit out of it there." He mused, trying his best to tamp down his usual medic worry.

His smile turned into a boyish grin and he lightly tapped the center of Optimus's windshield. "You look like you're gonna start fogging up your windows. Almost makes me a bit jealous."

[circuitry-and-chaos]

Optimus' fins twitch as he pokes his helm in through the doorway. "Sideswipe, Sunstreaker? Is everything alright? I thought I heard yelling."

At first, he was ignored by the two now human frontliners in favor of one cussing very loudly ajd the other trying to calm his other half down.

Carefully combed blond hair was frazzled, bunched up by hands gripping it as Sunstreaker cussed. Sideswipe was grabbing onto him, cupping his face and trying his best to soothe Sunstreaker.

Though, there heads snapped to the side and looked up when they saw Optimus. Sideswipe gave a crooked grin, a gap in his smile where a tooth should be.

"Hhheeeyyyy bossbot."

[alacritysparked]

@best-first replied to your post ““I’m rage quitting this day. What’s the quickest...”:

“Ask Wheeljack about his latest attempt at moonshine.”

​"Thank you for the fatherly approval I needed. It's time to get DRUNK."

[alacritysparked]

@best-first: Come play beer pong with your old man, Bee.

"...How do you play?"

[autobotmedic]

@best-first continued:

The clarion call cuts through the madness. Ratchet’s siren was a topic of hot debate among the scouts, as Optimus understood it. A lifeline, a rebuke, sometimes a warning, but Ratchet always meant it. You knew when you heard it that Ratchet meant business. He skids to a stop down the hallway and vaults the stairway railing, landing with a thud on the second floor. His HUD is glitching, overlayed with glyphs he doesn’t bother to actually read as he shoulder-checks a door open and grabs the guard on the other side by the collar-fairing to toss them away. Orion does not stop to check whether they’re dazed or utterly unconscious, he has to keep going, he’s got to get out. He’ll give Starscream credit where credit is due. This upgraded body is fast, faster than he has ever been, and Optimus can twist with more range and dodge more smoothly than he’s ever had to— because he does have to, now, one solid hit might down him. He’s still got his horn. It thunders like a war cry, drowning out Soundwave’s voice on the alarms, but the guards are standing their ground, they’re not moving. They’re not going to let him make it— Optimus pivots and slams through a window, heedless of just how high up he is. He’ll figure something out. ::CO-ORDINATES?::

Ratchet blinks upon hearing Soundwave's voice, [Do Not Engage.]

... Was it about him? Don't engage him? [Orion Pax: Unstable.]

Orion? Unstable??? IT'S NOT ABOUT RATCHET. Which does explain why some individuals are still getting in his way. Why is Optimus unstable!? What have they done?!? WHERE IS HE!!!??

A whirlwind of anger and fear inspire his screaming siren response. He has to find him. He has to find him now. He has to get him away from anything and everything they've done. He has to keep him safe. He has find him-

And then he hears a familiar booming horn. The medic immediately adjusts his direction, and runs, vaulting directly over some utterly confused bot in the process.

[[Sending estimated coordinates.]] He is so relieved to receive any form of communication from him.

"Optimus?!?" Ratchet yells with his own voice, desperately searching for him and removing any obstacle in his path, be it door or individual, "OPTIMUS!?!!"

[autobotmedic]

“Are we drinking?” Optimus asks, all in good humor. “Ratchet, I’ll finish off whatever you don’t want.”

Although he does not offer his own, because it is his, he has fixed it the way he likes it and he does not want to share it specifically, Ratchet will gesture toward storage containers of both energon and mixes.

"Help yourself."

[despicable-ruler]

“. . .” He is backing away slowly. Nice Optimus. Dangerous Optimus.