#fate-called

[the-blue-truck]

Starter for @fate-called:

Optimus was trying to return to Cybertron, in an attempt to consult Primus himself for some help in his war. To this end, he was at his base, configuring the space bridge to return to his homeworld.

But something went wrong. For some unknown reason, the space bridge began to malfunction. The situation was unstable.

"Oh no. This can't be good. I need to shut down the bridge immediately!"

As soon as Optimus went to shut down the bridge, it began to become increasingly unstable, and with that, it ended up swallowing Prime.

After a long time of being unconscious, Optimus wakes up in a... different kind of world. He seems to still be on Earth, but in a completely different place. The city seems empty. He looks around and sees a sign. It reads: "Welcome to Jasper."

"Jasper? What is this place? Where did I end up?"

With nothing much to do and confused, Optimus starts walking and searching the place, trying to look for more clues about where he is and, who knows, someone who can help him.

[datashrike]

@fate-called has logged on...

Nightfall. The darkness of the Earth was nothing compared to the cold, lightless space of Cybertron's ruined shell, but Datashrike still found themself surprised by how quiet it all became once the sun no longer shone. Humans were diurnal creatures, it seemed...well noted.

The only thing that read true on their radars then was the minuscule heat signatures of desert animals, scattered only briefly over the still cooling sands. And while they were silent on the wind, the muted scream of an engine still accompanied them. Their Superior.

Soundwave was a deeper black against the star-streaked night, visible only from the violet flame of his engines. By contrast, they went entirely without power. No light, no sound. Nothing.

Ah. But the silence did not last long. A glow. Not a VISIBLE one by normal means of course, but the nourishing signature of a small, but surface dwelling energon deposit. There was no need to speak. Soundwave and Datashrike communicated through more...metaphysical means. All born from the stealth drone's outlier ability, as he so described it...

Now if only their luck continued to hold out. There was, after all, a human road stretching endlessly along the dunes where their prize awaited...

[nots4ri]

sari's head absolutely SPINS , sharp ringing in her ears deafening the sound of everything but her sparkbeat . there's a pulsing , heavy pain match it pounding in her head . everything is a just too much to absorb right now . it all assaults her senses . 

battle mask slams back to the sides of her helm and she takes in greedy breaths of air ( good news – there's still air ! bad news – it kinda hurts . ) . then , she starts coughing . stars fill her vision and she reaches out blindly through some wreckage surrounding her , yelling ❝ OPTIMUS ? BULKHEAD ?  what the frag was that ? is everyone okay ? ! ❞ 

@fate-called / baby starter call ( 001. )

[lemonspens]

⠀ 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 @fate-called

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⠀ ( his digits clench around the wrapping of a sweet energon goodie . it's been a while since he's had something similar to this . yet, he doesn't seem to crave it . )

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⠀ ( with the closest bot -- in sight, he's holding out his arm digits uncurling around the small delicacy as he speaks . )

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⠀ ' would you like this .ᐣ '

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[death-is-upon-you]

He'd promised, and so, he'd go through with it- even though he had this ridiculous mistletoe curse hanging over his helm. At worst, he'd just flee. Unless this Megatron had the self-same curse, that would be a viable option should things go to utter slag.

Or at least, that had been the idea,....before he rounded a corner and blue optics landed on the towering mech (that he thought he'd offlined) as well as,...

'Slag.' He didn't dare say the curse aloud, for fear that it would turn into some whispered murmur of endearment. Last thing he needed, right now. He could feel his processor nearly glitch, wires momentarily sparking before he could force himself to calm down. Sixty seconds before the fragging stupid infuriating things magnetized, right?

"...I came to discuss you paying your Isaac Sumdac multiple Earth-years' worth of child support..." He was trying not to let his pauldrons slump. Okay- just,... "...just.- One klik." He stepped forward, resisting a low groan of discontent (he did not want this to shift that) and bumped his helm up against whatever plating he could reach. By no means was he going to hug the warlord- let alone anything else.

At least (within reason) he got to choose the form of 'affection' that he showed. Thank Primus.

He still had every intent to drive through a truck-wash after this. Probably a good dozen times or so...

"Anyway,...are you- really one of Sari's parents, in this universe?"

[I COULDN'T RESIST---]

Megatron tried to stay alone, not wanting to show any sign of affection to anyone. But of course, who else had to cross his path? That damned Optimus Prime! He tried to stay away from him and did his best to answer that stupid question as quickly as possible. And what about his evil speech? That he managed to survive and all that? There was no time for that!

"That is a bullshit! That kid is crazy! The one who should owe me something is that idiot Professor for using me and Cybertronian technology for his studies!"

Just as he was about to transform and fly away, sixty seconds passed, and before he could take the initiative, he felt Optimus' bump on his chestplate first. And worse, he had to retaliate, giving the little Autobot a light headpat. His arms almost enveloped him, but no! He couldn't do that!

"A-anyway! I owe nothing! And no, I'm not that unbearable child's parent in any way! Now go away!"

He couldn't show any sign of violence, otherwise the affection might worsen! Curses!

[littlefayre]

Ö [Slides ye,]

Prompt

There were times I consider roleplaying sua from alien stage though I would be nervous because I don't think I would do her justice 😭

[the-blue-truck]

The anime-themed Prime’s alternate had been rather quiet, of late- and not in the way that was perhaps more common. No, it was nearly like he was keeping something secret, dodging inquiries. It wasn’t until one particular evening that the variant would finally realize why, when an eggnog-shaded envelope seemed to ‘appear’ on his berth during the time he’d been away. On the back, in Cybertronian lettering, was his designation- written in a style that had probably become familiar these past few weeks.

[My fellow Prime,

I thought it would be fitting to invite you to a party that my other half’s alternate will be hosting in a few weeks. It will be on December 27th, from 7:00PM (EST) to midnight of the same Earth solar cycle. From what I hear, it will range across the multiverse- so there will be all manner of entities and beings in attendance.

If nothing else, I am certain you could use the break from everything that has been going on, of late. If you would like to attend, then you can either keep this envelope (it will ‘make a gateway’ on the proper night, from what Ash explained to me)- or let me know, and join Ash and I when we head there. The multiversal coordinates have also been attached, just in case.

May your solar cycles be peaceful until then,

Optimus Prime]

[From fate-called. Hope t’see ya at the party~!]

Optimus was in his berth, trying to rest after a difficult week, when he suddenly turned around and saw something near his berth.

"Huh? What is this?"

He stood up quickly and picked up the envelope from the floor. He was surprised to see it and even more so to recognize the signature. It was from his alternate, the former archivist!

"What? Prime sent me this?"

He read the letter carefully and was touched to realize it was an invitation to a Christmas party. He had never celebrated Christmas before, even knowing what it was. Well, his opportunity had arrived! He smiled and placed the letter inside the envelope, keeping it safe inside his chestplate, along with his matrix.

"Thank you so much, Optimus! I'm looking foward to this!"

He will not only reunite with his alternate once more, but will also have the opportunity to make new friends. Prime was certainly happy!

[death-is-upon-you]

Frankly, Optimus couldn’t believe that a certain Decepticon’s designation had been on the list of invites. But, he wouldn’t dare shirk his responsibility- instead taking up a pen, optics flickering over the eggnog-shaded page he’d eventually be ‘dropping’. It would find its way to Megatron, somehow- some way. A small ex-vent escaped him as nib touched down to parchment.

[Megatron,

You are invited to a night of festivities, games, drinks, and fun at my team’s base on December 27th, from 7:00 PM EST to midnight. Please keep a hold of this envelope if you intend to attend. On the night of the festivities, it will be the catalyst for the gateway to the party.

And please, don’t kill anyone. It’s a night for fun.

Slightly Concerned,Optimus Prime]

The envelope itself would appear atop the mech’s nearest workspace, the moment it was done being written and sealed with an Autobot insignia- done up in wax.

[From fate-called. Hope t’see ya at the party~!]

Megatron was reading his data pads, probably trying to devise another plan to conquer Cybertron and, who knows, destroy Earth in the process, because, why not? Then, one of his minions appeared in the throne room, handing him an envelope. And inside it was... a letter? He tilted his helm, confused. Who would send him a letter?

He is confused, but also intrigued. He picks up the letter and begins to read it.

"Huh? A letter from... Optimus Prime?"

He continues reading the letter and, honestly, at first he thought it was absurd. Why would Optimus invite him to a party? It's a plan to try and stop him!

"Hunf. Do you think I'll fall for such an obvious trick?"

He was about to blow up the letter to shreds when, suddenly, he changed his mind.

"Wait..."

"Why should I be concerned? I can easily defeat those pesky Autobots on my own. Hhmmm..."

"Hehehe..."

"HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

He lets out his evil laugh.

"Very well then... Optimus Prime! If that's what you want, perhaps I'll consider granting your wish... this time! Just wait for my special surprise for you! You'll love it!"

The warlord accepts the invitation! But whether he'll behave or not... only time will tell!