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[oncewasaprime]

Like fingerprints on my heart; @dockwcrker

Everything was still so new. So raw. Each sensation, each color, each emotion... It really was all too much sometimes, but Orion dealt with it quiet reconciliation. It wasn’t as if he really had a choice in the matter anyways. He was here now and he was going to make the best of it. There were still many questions as to why he was here, but no matter how many times he thought about it, there was just no point in asking, especially when it seemed that no one had the answers he was seeking.

He was lucky enough to stumble upon a medic by the name of Mercy who fashioned him a frame and because of that, he was able to walk around normally now. However, Orion was still getting use to his frame so there were times he would forget and be careless. A scratch there, a mark here... Nothing ever too severe of course. Nothing that ever drew Energon. There was one time he did dislocate his shoulder, but he was entirely unfazed by the whole ordeal, which unnerved Mercy the entire time he was tending to the wound.

Everything was fine though. Orion was well... as well as he could be at least. There were some things he was still struggling with. Emotionally at least. Physically he seemed fine, but emotionally he seemed.. distant, quiet or emotionally stunted, which wasn’t really the case really. He was just learning how things worked still. How he worked. 

Never-the-less, he made due with what he could. He was helping rebuild Cybertron and put it back on its feet with the other Cybertronians that had come back. He had a job as a dataclerk and could always be found reading old materials as well as new ones. As a hobby, he had taken to painting and was still learning to gain a style.

And yet, despite all this... He could not help feeling that he was missing something. What he was missing, he had no idea and sometimes, he lay awake at night, not being able to recharge, his spark stirring restlessly in its chamber.

Feeling exceedingly restless that day, Orion decided to take a walk and see how Cybertron was progressing. Everything seems to be doing well, but he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was off about today...

[leaderofteamprime]

Lazy Day Off

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The morning sun was streaming through the windows of the apartment, high enough to show it was closer to midday than dawn. However, thanks to the curtains hanging in the bedroom, the light was defused to a soft light that fell on the occupants of the berth.

Optimus Prime, leader of Cybertron, lay wrapped up with his mate and Consort, Elita One. His arms went around her waist while she rested atop his chassis, their legs twined together. One servo started running up and down her back, slowly, lazily, as he started drifting out of recharge.

[truck-dad]

@dockwcrker

Some of the bots stationed on Moonbase 1 as well as those stationed on Cybertron were visiting Autobot city. This was supposed to be business, prepping and planning for further building and expanding with he war over. Peace came along with much more to be done than anyone had expected. Almost felt like he was busier now than in the middle of war.

Even with all the new documents and meetings approaching the Prime was still quite excited for this visit. A very special someone was among the Autobots coming. Someone he has not seen for some time and has missed greatly.

[dockwcrker]

Elita’s Midwar Crisis

Note: aYE I got off my aft and wrote something! Are you proud?? Anyways a mini story based off the G1 movie after Optimus dies. Elita faces the harsh news. Excuse the bad title. I’m horrible at them. >.<

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The shocking news got out and made its way to Cybertron. Optimus Prime was dead. Everyone knew about it except one ... Elita. The other’s weren’t exactly sure how she’ll take the devastating news. The poor femme has been through enough as is. Chromia being her closet friend told the others of the team to keep the news to themselves...for now at least. Chromia didn’t want to make things worse for the femme. She’s already been drinking less just from Optimus leaving Cybertron. Who knows she might even start to not recharge. Chromia didn’t want that. They needed her. At her best. More than ever. 

One day Chromia knocked on Elita’s private quarters to speak with her. ‘’Elita? Can we talk? You haven’t left you quarters yet today. Elita?’’ The blue femme sighed as she kept knocking. ‘’Elita, please answ-’’ She begged. Suddenly Chromia was pulled into the room by Elita, quickly locking the door behind her. There were tears stained on the pink femme’s faceplates. She’s been crying. ‘’H-He’s gone...H-He’s not responding.’’ Elita choked out suddenly and covered her mouth with one of her servos as the other was placed over her spark. Tears started to form in her optics again. Her spark felt shattered. 

Chromia was a little lost. Though she was thinking.. maybe she knew? ‘’W-Who’s not responding?’’ She tilted her head in question, slightly confused. Well, playing dumb. ‘’Optimus!’’ Elita yelled. ‘’You knew this whole time, didn’t you? You and the others have been extremely quiet around me! Tell me!’’ She exclaimed in a snappy tone. She only just found out because of the use of the spark bond she had with the Prime. It was quiet and empty feeling. Chromia flinched, hearing the spark break in her commander’s voice. She sighed and nodded solemnly. ‘’Yes...we knew. Truth is we just didn’t know how to confront you. I’m sorry, Elita but yes...He is offline...’’ She spoke sadly. 

There was a moment of silence that came to the room. Though one could just hear Elita’s quiet sobs. ‘’T-This isn’t fair.’’ She muttered and shook her helm rapidly, not believing this. ‘’How could this happen? H-He promised...’’ Elita stuttered and looked at the ground unable to finish her sentence. Chromia sighed as she watched her friend and walked over to her, giving her a big tight hug that Optimus probably would have at this moment. 

For the rest of the evening, Chromia just let Elita relax and have time to herself to take this all in. Chromia felt bad now for making her wait. Though she just let her have the night off. She needed it.

[leaderofteamprime]

Blank Mind

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“Of course we are bonded! We’ve been bonded since the beginning of war! Way before that! Do you not remember?” Elita raised a brow at him, tilting her helm to the side. “Are you feeling okay? You are looking at me weird.”

“And why are you asking me weird questions? Are you sure there’s no helm injury?” She asked again as she moved his helm around to look for any dents that were spotted easily or any scratches that were deep. Then she let his statements sink in and she frowned. The Allspark….? “Wait… you think you are offline??”

She frowned deeper. “You are not dead….not again!” She sighed and lowered her door wings flat against her back. “Okay, Optimus Prime, this is important. Tell me, what was the last thing you remember?” She spoke to him firmly, wanting him to pay attention instead of focusing on her beauty since she knows it’s distracting to him at times. She have a digit under his chin to keep him looking at her optics.

“Again? I’ve... died before?” That... sounded right, but how? How could be have died and yet be alive?

He hated the look in her optics, so sad and worried, so he did his best to try and remember. But all he could see was a bright white light, and a feeling wrapped around him, first cold, then loving warmth. 

He pulled back from her servo and bowed his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember anything. I wish I did.”

[truck-dad]

@dockwcrker

He had gone over in his head at least a hundred what to say, what to do, but still none of it seemed right. How does one just come back from the dead and casually return to the loved ones they left behind?

In the end he decided to take the simple approach. He was too tired of explaining it all, he hoped she could just accept and gold him without question.

"It's been a long time." The Prime's eyes wore a warm look as he approached the pink warrior. "We should really stop meeting like this."

[leaderofteamprime]

Blank mind | Dockwcrker

(( Blank Mind Starters (Accepting) ))

He woke slowly, his HUD coming online with a status update he barely understood. He was laying on something soft, and he felt something holding his servo. But when he opened his optics, he did not recognize where he was, or who the pink femme holding his servo was. He must have made some noise as he woke, for her blue optics immediately focused on him. Why did she look on the verge of tears?

[leaderofteamprime]

Heat Cycle

@dockwcrker liked for a Heat M!A starter

One thing about heats, they could be felt over a bond, so Optimus knew Elita knew when he went into heat. Since she was also out on a mission, there was little he could do except retreat to their quarters and lock the door to all but her, and try to stave off the charge until she got back. Were her mission not so important, he would have sent messages to entice her home sooner; as is, she got plenty of feelings of want and need through the bond.