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Zeta Prime sat at his desk, alone, faceplates buried in his servos. He had been like this for cycles now, processor in overdrive on what to do now. He, along with many others at the outpost, had heard everything that happened. What unnerved him more than anything was Blaze not trying to appeal to Megatron (like that was possible anyways) or go out with a statement, he sounded as if he was ready to join the Allspark alongside Sunstreaker. The thought of the lost youngling made the Prime sighed, lifting his helm from his servos and crossing his arms, helm tilting back and optics shuddered. The Autobots had lost a soldier today, and everyone would certainly have many doubts about him, if they didn't already. The dark blue Autobot lifted his helm, optics coming online to look at the door, awaiting for his second-in-command to come through. It did happen -- the door slid open, and stood at the doorway was Ultra Magnus. He stepped inside upon seeing his leader, then walking up to the desk. Zeta leaned back in his chair, looking unblinkingly at the commander. They were silent for a while, so the Prime decided to speak first.
"Please, take a seat." He started, gesturing to the chair before him.
The commander hesitated to give an answer, then settling on sitting down.
"Do the medics have the full report?" Zeta asked.
"Not yet, sir." Ultra Magnus responded, "Even if they did, there isn't much else you'd need to know."
Zeta sighed, lowering his helm.
"I don't need more Energon on my servos." He said quietly.
The two Autobots stayed silent after the statement. Ultra Magnus shifted awkwardly in his seat.
"You... did your best." He said, "You had your reasons for sending those two specifically, and you thought there would be a better outcome."
"Don't try to comfort me, Magnus." The Prime said, almost harshly, "It doesn't help in this situation. No matter what's said, I will blame myself for the death of a young Spark."
"I understand." The larger Autobot muttered, not bothering to try and comfort his leader further.
Silence didn't last for very long, as the door slid open again. There, stood a white and red Cybertronian with green optics, holding a datapad in his servo. His gaze shifted between the two higher-ups nervously, awaiting for one of them to speak.
"Ratchet," Zeta acknowledged the Autobot, "do you have the full report?"
Ratchet nodded, taking a single step into the office. He looked down at the datapad, dragging things around the screen and tapping on other various things. He looked up again.
"Just the usual blaster shot wounds and dents, nothing major." Ratchet reported in a soft voice.
"What about Blaze? How's he doing?" Ultra Magnus added, worry lacing his voicalizer.
"He's still in shock, and being difficult to work with." The medic said, "He refuses to answer any questions, and continuously asks for Sideswipe."
"I suggest you leave him alone for now." The Prime said, bringing back his authoritative tone, "If he isn't in need of immediate medical assistance, you and Red Alert should help the others first."
"Understood, sir." Ratchet mumbled.
The medic left the office, the door closing as he did so. Ultra Magnus looked over at Zeta again, who was now looking out the window behind him.
"You need to address this." He said simply to his leader, not needing to specify what "this" was supposed to be.
"I know, but today's been too much as it is. I'd only make things worse." The Autobot leader said.
"Avoiding it only brings more pain, Zeta." The commander said, "It's best if you do it now and get it over with."
Instead of a verbal response, the Prime merely nodded. He didn't need to give a vocal answer, for he knew what his second-in-commander spoke of.
He knew that pain all too well.
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