[This was. Weird. Dib and his Sire were inside the Steelhaven today, didn’t want the humans finding out things they shouldn’t, in one of the large communal spaces. Alice’s alt mode was tucked as out of the way as possible. And there was now a human about the same size as Dib waltzing around.Oh Dib

[He makes the sounds of an engine roaring as he pushes his favorite firetruck through the grass. Sire is laid in the grass beside him, keeping an optic on him as he plays. The firetruck leaves a trail in the grass as he pushes it over to the scene of the fire, a pile of sticks and grass Sire helped

[The Prime opened his optics with a sharp gasp.] [With rapid vents, Optimus looked around himself in panic and cold sweat. Instead of the darkness which had surrounded him a mere moment ago, he realized that he could see again. He could see the ceiling above him and the faint glow of —

Optimus Prime | TFA@bossbotprime.bsky.social · 5d ago

[With that final thought to send him off without regret, Optimus Prime let the darkness lull him into a well earned rest.] [The familiarity of it all greeted him like an old friend.]

(TW: Descriptions of active death) [The slab below Optimus shook gently, and the whirring of an engine roused the Prime from his slumber. After managing to ward away the lingering static from the corners of his optics, Optimus could see how the ceiling above him rolled by slowly.] —

[Optimus awoke to the sound of talking and the whirring of heavy machinery from the next cell over. Those combinations of sounds were something dauntingly familiar, as they reminded the Prime of the time Sentinel had first been taken away, soon followed by Optimus' own transportation to —

[Why was it so hot?] [Despite lying on the cold metallic slab. Despite still not having regained his strength and the energon pumping weakly in his fuel lines, Optimus felt hot.] [Yet his internal measurements displayed the same numbers that they always had. Actually, they showed a reading —

[The fearful wails of a sparkling echoed in the endless darkness surrounding Orion. Initially, he thought he was hearing the cries of his own bitlet, but Orion was quick to realize that no, these cries did not belong to Dib. These sounded different, much younger, akin to those of a newspark.] —

[It had been a long time since Optimus had felt so lonely.] [It was difficult to tell how much time had passed since the escape attempt. The Prime's chronometer had ceased from functioning properly after he fell unconscious, and the ever constant void surrounding him didn't help discerning —

₊⊹𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙑𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝘾𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙭𝙖'𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙗 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙫𝙚₊⊹ You're a flier, right? [The little voice asked from her lap as she cleaned the grime from his finials.] That I am, my dear. Don't all fliers have wings? [It was an innocent question. He just wanted to understand.] -

[As the days passed, the Prime's consciousness began to kindle awake. Despite this, Optimus was unable to online his optics or move his frame. It was as if he was stuck in the void that surrounded him.] [Despite his inability to act, he could occasionally hear voices around him. Human voices, —

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[Sentinel lay on his bed, wrapped in a blanket,sleeping. Enough time had passed that he had time to get tired. At first, he didn't want to go to bed, since he had found a way to break out the cage,but after he started working on his kaidans,he realized he simply had no strength. He /had to rest/.—

[The man walked from side to side. He needs to come up with something. Optimus was taken away a long time ago. Or was he? Damn, it's so hard without a chronometer! How do these organicists even count time in this situation?! He didn't like this body, it was weak, it was pathetic. /He hates it./ —

[As the days without Caer dragged on Dib started to feel more and more listless. Sire made sure he fueled when was supposed to and that he got tucked into berth with him. But Dib missed his Caer. At least Sire wasn’t scratching his paint off or staying awake late into the night after Auntie Halk’s

[As if pushed through a morbid hospital on gurney, Optimus could only stare at the ceiling of the dim hallways he was currently being transported through.] [No matter how much the Prime tried to free himself of his binds, the thick metal that sapped his power gave no leeway to him whatsoever. —

[Optimus began to stir awake from his unconsciousness. By now, that, and piecing together past events prior to getting blacked out by electrical shocks was becoming a familiar yet unpleasant pattern to the Prime. However, not much had changed from last time, as Optimus still found himself —

[The sound of dripping water and machinery working brought the robot back to consciousness. The image slowly loaded. When everything became clear, he began to examine the place with curiosity. So many different bots going in different directions. Work is in full swing.

[Caer wasn’t back yet. Dib had just woken up. Sire had tucked him into bed before going back to the monitor and that’s where he was now. Caer was nowhere in sight and Sire had even less paint on his arms. Where’s Caer? Dib looked around over and over, maybe Caer would pop up? Like when you play

[Optimus' processor floated in a dark void, yet it felt as if his frame was being crushed under the weight of a boulder. Where was he? What had happened to him?] [All the Prime could remember was arriving to an old factory before everything had gone dark. He... he had been looking for someone, —

[His Creators are upset. Sena- SenTInel wasn’t home. At least thats what Dib thinks is whats wrong. Sire keeps mumbling about Sen not answering. And Sentinel is the only Sen Dib knows Sire cares about. Caer also looks worried, Caer had to leave a while ago to do his duties. Caer’s duties are very

[𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 Sentinel still hadn’t replied to his messages. Comms weren’t going through for him /or/ Optimus. 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 How was it even possible to lose a blue plow truck with orange accents? Its not a common color combo. 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 Scouring through hours

[The coordinates sent by Sentinel had brought Optimus to the far edge of Detroit by a yard of what looked like an old and long abandoned factory. The vicinity, from the looks of it, was devoid of all life. Even the local flora looked as if it was avoiding the looming industrial building like —

[Optimus had been driving along Detroit's streets for the entire night, trying to get in contact with Sentinel's commlink for the good majority of it. It was as if the other Prime had disappeared from the face of Earth entirely, and no matter what Optimus tried, he could not reach —

He still hasn't returned to Steelhaven. This is concerning.

( @bossbotprime.bsky.social ) [Exploit has to ignore the comm on her HUD, she'll speak with Bombshell later, but right now, she's focused on one thing and one thing only. Getting Kickback back from those deceiving Decepticon bots and their queen, their queen, not Kickback's. -

[Exploit stares at her HUD, having become increasingly angry over the duration of the communication, she could not keep down the burst of rage that erupted from her in the form of her spawns name.] "𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊!" [There's a tremor in the ground as the insecticon queen moves from the nest.]

Kickback | TFA@kickbacktfa.bsky.social · 2mo ago

[𝚄𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎] [𝚃𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗?] [𝚈𝚎𝚜/𝙽𝚘]

I'm receiving odd energy readings from the far outer edge of Detroit. It appeared right after the tremors.

[In a sudden convulsion, the Prime slams his datapad down onto the table at the sight of the image.] [What was up with him today...] [Too much time on the internet, he mused.]

Starscream | TFA@bestseekerever.bsky.social · 2mo ago

It does look cursed, I mean, I don't even know where it came from?? But it's not deleting.