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Optimus laid on his berth, staring unblinkingly at the one above him. His hands were folded together, resting over his tanks. The room was dark, since he had turned the lights off. No one else was inside, so who could stop him? The sounds of Autobots walking through the hall outside was all that accompanied him, along with the respiration of his vents. His battlemask was retracted as he rested, not intending on leaving the cabin any time soon.
He heard the whole conversation between Megatron, Sunstreaker, and Blaze through the comm-link. The silver Autobot screaming his friend's name haunted his memory banks, reminding him too much of the nightmare two nights ago. Even just hearing the poor youngling's scream almost sent the red and blue Autobot back into the void-like space. He was broken from his thoughts when the door to the cabin slid open, lighting flooding the otherwise dark room. Optimus looked up, seeing a figure with large shoulder--pads standing at the doorway. He immediately knew who it was. He sat up, a confused look on his faceplates.
"Ultra Magnus?" He asked.
"Hello, Optimus." The commander said, nodding to the other, "Zeta Prime's going to hold a post-mission meeting soon."
Optimus slowly nodded. He didn't really want to go. He was exhausted, and he really didn't want to feel any more deja vu scrap today. However, the his logic processes told him it would be a good idea to go, since he was part of the mission, after all. The commander seemed to have noticed his inner struggle of whether he should go or not.
"It's not mandatory. Many Autobots that were on the mission are resting." He said.
"I'm not very tired." The red and blue Autobot said, though his body begged for recharge, "I'll go."
"Are you sure? You sound like you'll fall over if you stand for more than two seconds." Ultra Magnus said jokingly.
"I can handle it. I'll recharge after the meeting." The smaller persisted.
The commander merely nodded. He turned to leave the room, the door sliding closed behind him. Once again, the room was bathed in darkness, apart from the soft glow that came from Optimus's optics. He lied back down gratefully, arms now splayed over the sides of the berth. The lone Autobot sighed, shuddering his optics to think. The door opened again, though it quickly closed afterward, indicating it was one of the cabin's other inhabitants. Optimus onlined his optics and glanced around, not needing long to see the light blue finish that he knew belonged to Skydancer. He slowly turned onto his other side so that he could face the Seeker, then looking at her tiredly. She looked at him for a moment, then yawned.
"Hey, OP." She said, giving a tired smile.
The newbie Autobot was surprised to see her stature; shoulders slumped, wings drooping, and optics almost shuddered. She could almost pass as a Zombicon.
"Wow, you look..." The red and blue Cybertronian, tiredly but casually, said.
"Like slag, I know." She said defeatedly, "As I've been told by the wisest afthole in the outpost, a.k.a. Bumblebee."
Optimus gave a small chuckle at the joke. Skydancer went to climb up Jetfire's berth, flopping onto it chassis-down and hanging over the side.
"If Jetfire comes in and sees you in his berth, he won't hesitate to kick you off." He said, turning onto his back again, servos behind his helm, to face the Seeker.
"Just a guess, but he told you to tell me that?" Skydancer asked, a small smirk on her faceplates as her yellow optics gave off a mischievous glow.
The red and blue Cybertronian merely gave a shrug, and she laughed.
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Transformers: New Generation -- Pt 1
General Fiction{Book 1: The Age of War} [COMPLETED] Optimus felt like a nobody -- he was just an Autobot, serving the cause like any other good soldier. However, one secret, held by his mentor, would make him so much more than a nobody. He will learn that soon eno...
