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“You look like my conjunx endura but I sense nothing, who are you?” He squinted, tapping the stranger’s forehelm curiously.
He blinked rapidly, reeling back and instinctively raising his servos to swat the other's away mostly harmlessly. "An alternate Megatron--- I suppose, should I be figuring out a nickname???" He put a servo to his chin. "Maybe Tron??"
@optimus-prim3
He stumbled back with a pained gasp, his optics flickering before stabilizing as he stared at his alternate quietly. “I am not going to fight you..the fight would be unfair and against my better judgement, I have a conjunx to get back to.” He spoke softly, wiping a droplet of energon from his lower lip.
He was a little surprised that he met the other Prime, but delighted, he grinned behind his mask. However, he listened as the other announced that he didn’t want to fight him. Confused about it, he stopped and got out of his fighting stance. "What shoud that? Are you a coward now?!" He growled irritably and when the other mentioned his Conjunx, he growled. "Who are you talking about?!"
“Hey, Unicron, you remember my other half, Nemesis? Yeah, he said that you’re a big meanie.”
( By the stars, Quintessa is an unoriginal brat. Only half-rate villains and terrible indie videogame developers name their brainwashed lackeys ‘Nemesis.’ )
( Someone has to be a ‘meanie’ in this universal set. There would be no plot if everything was peaceful after all. )
Never is here.
@optimus-prim3
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He had the Prime right where he wanted him, locked in his trophy room hanging by his pede. The Primes Autobots and humans tried to break in, keyword being tried. Now offlined and the humans fed to the Steeljaws he finally could leave this wretched planet behind. Setting course for Quintessa he knew she wanted the Prime, but little did she know so did he...
@optimus-prim3
The pod broke through the atmosphere before it slammed into the ground, skidding a few feet before stopping. Everything was still for a few moments before the door hissed and slid away and a silver servo gripped the frame before the bot pulled himself up and out of the pod. He slid out, landing with a thud on the ground. He shook his helm to clear his helm, wincing slightly.
“That was a terrible landing.” He grumbled to himself before pressing his fingers to the side of his helm. ::Hello? Is there any Autobots? I repeat, is there any Autobots?::
I prefer you to Megatron, in all honesty
As well you should. Megatron was/is a raving lunatic. I have sense enough not to pick fights with you to the detriment of ongoing plans.
@optimus-prim3 started following you
“Ah, would you look at that. An actual Prime. It has been a long time since I have seen one.”
Squishy squish A hug from the giant ass prime bot
HUG MY MUSE SEND “Squish” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION OF BEING HUGGED BY YOURS
{ ☆ } Before Starscream could react to the menacing form of Optimus Prime approaching him the mighty Autobot’s arms were wrapped securely around him, rendering him unable to flee. But no pain, no insults came. It was just…..a hug. And a rather comforting one at that. Starscream tilted his helm upwards and realized a little too late that this Prime didn’t mean him any harm–at least, it seemed that way at the moment. Forcing himself to vent out a sigh of relief he lifted his arms and awkwardly patted the much larger mech in response.
“O-Optimus Prime, what a….surprise,” he stammered out. Starscream couldn’t even try to hide the nervousness in his voice.
