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Oh, Rodimus. They name you in person. Well perhaps a version of you, you know how cross dimensional travel can be. [ He holds the hand to his face and laughs. He wants to crush the pretty little head of his but that can wait till later.

He has important seeds to sow. ]

Please do, it would mean a lot to him. He has trouble trusting others, but you share a name with a hero... so perhaps you can ease the wary soul.

His commander is rather neglectful of his health and safety. I don't wish to speak ill of the Optimus but. Hot Shot unfortunately has suffered much in the Autobot army.

[ Hm. He certainly did know how cross dimensional travel could be. An absolute nightmare that resulted in more helm aches than anything was worth, nine times out of ten. ]

Well, I don't want to string him along thinking that I am some hero from his home. I've got my own history, I don't want to take on someone else's too.

[ Rodimus tilted his helm, regarding Antlers carefully. Despite his first instincts, his guard was starting to come down. He'd worked with more intimidating mechs who were evil, and Antlers had done nothing to warrant setting off those red flags. Yet. So he let his spoiler relax and heaved a sigh. ]

Look, I'll be the first to agree with anyone that Optimus can be a pain in the aft. But he's always been good to the Autobots, at least from where I'm from. I find it a little hard to believe that he'd be neglectful of someone he named Second in Command.

[ Antlers nods. Then his face purses in concern. ]

You didn't know? Oh, no forgive me. Of course you couldn't know, you've just arrived. [ He puts a hand up to his own face and that tittering look side to side like he's seeking to see if the room is empty. ]

I shouldn't... Rodimus, I have no reason to trust you. You're right you're your own person and not a hero from our home.. but...

The Optimus from our home... he stole Hot Shot. [ The liar says. With saddened optics and calculated fear. ]

[ Rodimus' spoiler flickered in discomfort. That didn't... sound... That didn't sound right. But then, Hot Rod had seemed a little stressed about Optimus. And even then, could he say in good consciousness that his Optimus hadn't, in essence, stolen mechs from the other side? Drift not withstanding because Drift chose it. Well surely they had all chosen to-- This was giving him a helm ache. ]

Stole how?

[ He pinched at the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off the ache. ] Why don't you... can you walk me through this? I'm not sure I'm following. Optimus Prime stole a mech, named them his Second in Command, and mistreated them? What?

It all starts with a fire. [Megatron spiels. Shock and awe, just like a war zone. ]

Hot Shot was preforming routine scouting, him and another young build. It was just training, but the Autobots didn't know that all they saw was a pair of soldiers alone in the field.

I understand these things happen, but it never should of. They attacked and supposedly left the young ones for dead in the field. Little Wheeljack went for help.

Hot Shot was alone crushed under fire and debris. Oh the way Wheeljack described it... I wish I had gotten there sooner with him. But by the time we returned, Optimus had swept in his 'rescue.' [ Antlers frowns in a way he's practiced from watching Optimus' sorrow. The way he turns his optics into such pain.]

The young builds were my pr- my responsibility. But Optimus claims himself a savior. I guess in some ways he can be but well I'll never forgive him.

Edited 2023-03-09 04:39 (UTC)

[Rodimus crossed his arms more firmly, listening to the story that Antler's wove for him. He wasn't... He hated how the details made sense. Optimus, any Optimus, would see an attack like that as wrong and try to make up for it. Saving Hot Shot would have been the right move to make, and taking him back to their base to receive medical attention is something he would have done. Rodimus would have done much the same.]

Still sounds farfetched but... I could see it. Might talk to Hot Shot about it though. Hearing it from his side would help me get the whole picture, you know?

[He caught on the name 'Wheeljack'. He'd already known there was another version of him, another Optimus, supposedly another Megatron. Wheeljack would make sense too. But that did make it sound like Wheeljack was the same age as Hot Shot and he was young.]

You must've been pretty up there for a Megatron to trust you with kids.

[ got him, hook line, now to reel him in. He nods solemnly, hiding the trickle of his lips trying to curve into a grin.

His hands fold together, meekly make him seem like a caregiver who only wants back what was stolen.]

I only want what's best for my soldiers. Do be gentle with the young one, he's so much more fragile then he lets on. If I could just see him, briefly. Explain we never abandoned him.

He's scared of me, thinks I hate him. [ He then flicks his wrist to the side. ]

I mean to say he's scared to see me.

You don't need to believe me, after all I'm the closest to Megatron back there... I understand completely.

["Scared of me" is what he said. Slips of the tongue like that weren't often lies, not when the recovery was that smooth. Rodimus hadn't gotten this far in life by being dumb. Lucky, yes, but not dumb. But still, he kept his expression the same, popping a hip out as he adjusted his stance.]

No worries, Antlers. I'll be gentle with him. I'll see if maybe he wants to talk to you, but I'm not gonna push anyone to do something they don't want.

[Closest to Megatron, huh? The wording was sus. Rodimus had some recon to do about Antlers. He definitely didn't trust him.]

Thank you so dearly, Rodimus. I'm in your debt. If there is anything I could do for you.

[ He smiles politely and bows. Cursing his words silently in his mind. He is so sure he covered his tracks with his corrections. Rodimus in his time line was no fool, but this one at least stood a chance of being some form of idiot.

After all, that stance says so much.

He hopes that he can keep the ruse up a little longer. Maybe Rodimus will be foolish enough to allow him close enough to Hot Shot to shake intel out of him about Starscream. ]

I'll leave you be. Thank you for hearing an old mech out.

Yeah, not a problem. You have a good rest of your day, Antlers. I'll see you 'round.

[Hopefully that wouldn't be too often though. At least not until Rodimus could do some background checks on this "Antlers". And also talk to Hot Shot first because the whole thing was super suspicious.

Still though, he gave a polite wave of one hand and headed back off to track down a habsuite. Hopefully Antlers wasn't following because Rodimus didn't think he wanted the mech knowing which room he chose. Damn creepy almost Megatrons.]

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