A rare transmission, but he owes it to Jetfire to at least check-in. « How are things on Cybertron, old friend? »
There was once a time in both of their lives where transmissions between the two of them weren't so rare, actually commonplace. Be it regarding status reports, updates from the frontlines, a friendly talk, or something else. The commline on either end never had a metaphorical layer of dust on it.
The end of the war changed damn near everything, of course. Including their companionship.
The work peace brought forth for many kept idle scarred servos busy-- and it was all a far cry from monotonous. Day in and day out, having to resolve issues between those who still harbored bad blood for one another, or reviewing and approving new building plans for future structures of some sort of importance. Having just gotten out of one such meeting, involving Red Alert, who was eager to build up a new center with multiple wings for patients and scientific research. Hashing out details and growing a headache at the idea of stretching out more workers between projects and funneling funding towards it, the mountain of paperwork that would come with it, he was ready to crawl into his office and never be seen or heard from again for a while.
That was, of course, until that silent commline sparked to life. A familiar voice flooding through. It was pitifully embarrassing how quickly Jetfire responded back. It's a wonder he let Optimus finish speaking.
« Optimus! » His tone and his mood both perking up, followed by his wings. Thank Primus he was alone in his office.
« Everything's going just great, so far. Just busy, veeery veeeery busy. Got some bumps here and there, but nothin' to worry about. But enough about me mate- how are ya doing? Things going good out there? You alright? »
