Optimus Prime | TFA

I think the gray looks very nice on you.

[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙾𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚜 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘: 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚝 # 𝚝𝚊𝚐(𝚜): 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 9 𝙿𝙼]

Wait, what?

What is it?

for the others now."

A quiet wheeze escaped Optimus' vents as Bulkhead lifted him into a tight hug, but the Prime managed to give the green mech a pat on his plating in return.

"Of course, I wouldn't have wanted to miss this." The Prime said with a smile. "This looks great. I suppose we will be waiting —

[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙾𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚜 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘: 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚝 # 𝚝𝚊𝚐(𝚜): 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 9 𝙿𝙼]

Thank you Ratchet.

And yes, that would be great.

Alice did? [The Prime lets out a soft chuckle.]

That doesn't surprise me. He's always helping all of us around. Looks like his kindness reached you as well.

[The Prime takes one more look at the little shelter, humming to himself in thought.]

What about you? Do you have a place to stay at?

Ah, thank you.

I believe we haven't met before? Good to meet you, Stone.

All is well. It isn't too serious.

And maybe so, but while on Earth, I'm on active duty.

[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙾𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚜 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘: 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚝 # 𝚝𝚊𝚐(𝚜): 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 9 𝙿𝙼]

I left my datapad in the first drawer of your desk. Could you take a look at it when you have time?

Just in case.

@ratchet-hatchet.bsky.social

They turned out really well!

I'll... keep that in mind?

Thank you, Soundblaster. I appreciate it.

I know, I just feel so... visible? It's difficult to explain.

And it doesn't look very professional.

I suppose that is a decent way of looking at it.

There's nothing inherently wrong with pink. It's a nice color, really.

It's just. It's not fitting for me.

If you are here to cause direct or indirect harm to the habitants of this planet, then I can not.

But you will leave Codexa and the bitlets out of it.

Optimus supposed this moment if any was his opportunity.]

Were... were there other pieces of literature that you wrote?

grounded on the spot. Despite the unease he felt around Megatron, the knowledge that the gray mech had been the one to write Towards Peace had opened up so many more questions the Prime craved an answer to.]

[Now that he was here, and since there was no fight about to happen—seemingly at least—

[Optimus mumbled something incomprehensible about the stickers under his breath before a silence fell between the two mechs.]

[The Prime shifted subtly on his spot, a part of his processor wanting to leave now that he managed to retrieve his datapad.]

[But the other, more curious part, kept him —

to his root-form.

"It’s very thoughtful of you to make dinner for us." He continued with a smile, taking in the sight of the well set up dinner table.

Optimus was one of the first to return from his patrol as he came to a slow halt by the yard of the old factory—now turned base for the Autobots.

Having read the comm message from Bulkhead, he had arrived a little before 6 PM not to be late.

"Hello Bulkhead," The said after transforming back —

Thank you, though I would prefer my own colors.

I'm sure there are other ways to raise the spirit...

Although, I did promise Alice I'd go purchase some items with him.

I could imagine you saying that to Sari or Bumblebee, but why me? I'm responsible.

I think I’m just going to stay in the base until I can get this fixed.

[Sigh]

Don't mention it.

Looks like we do.

Yeah, Sentinel, who knows what might wait for you around the corner.

Yeah, it got to me alright.

I wish it was only my servo.

Happy Valentine's Day.