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SIR IS IT SAFE TO MAKE AN ENERGON DISPENSER DISPENSE HIGH GRADE
“Energon dispensers have preset grades of Energon that they can dispense. To force one to dispense a higher grade of Energon than it was made for is unsafe. In addition, doing so while in an active combat zone such as Earth will result in disciplinary action as it endangers the safety of others as well as yourself.”
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“I...anticipated such an action.”
The war had persisted for time out of mind. Magnus had been as near to the forefront for as much of it as he could manage; he’d seen atrocities, had participated in atrocities - necessary, at the time, but atrocities nonetheless. He’d seen betrayal in many forms, from cowardice on the battlefield to outright treason. He himself, in the optics of his fellows, betrayed the Wreckers by joining the upper echelons of command.
He’d seen hope, in many forms, on the faceplates of every bot he’d ever trained; funnily enough, he’d never seen it there when the tallies were written up and the mass memorials conducted. He’d felt the cynicism grow like a protective shell around his Spark, and welcomed it.
Now he surveyed his surroundings constantly, rating each obstacle for use as a shield, every route rated on the probability it would contain an ambush. He wasn’t on level with some of the other survivors - he was pretty sure Red Alert had it hardcoded at this point and no-one did paranoia like Prowl - but...
He’d have been more surprised if there hadn’t been an attempt on Prime’s life.
Magnus shook his helm. “It was not your fault he attacked; he would have done so regardless of the provocation. Shiny portions of his plating indicate that he had a faction symbol buffed off recently.” Magnus grimaced as he pede caught on a loose stone and he stumbled. “I would place a large bet that the sigil was Decepticon.”
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Magnus cycled his optics in surprise before glancing over at the collection of Neutrals. The attempt on Optimus Prime by one apparently of their number had rattled them and they had clumped into groups, discussing the events and Optimus’ offer in tones ranging from hushed to volumes that wouldn’t be out of place on the battlefield.
Magnus nodded sharply at Optimus and instantly regretted the motion as processing threads dumped for battle came roaring up in a procession of error queues and event triggers. He winced and resisted putting a servo to his helm with great effort.
“Yes, I’m sure they’ll come to an agreement in the time it takes for me to be repaired,” was his dry rejoinder to Optimus’ observation about the Neutrals they had come to speak to. Most of the conversations had risen in volume and the conversational groups were in constant flux. He’d seen similar things dag on for orns when he’d had to play guard at ceremonial function back in the Golden Age and he doubted these highly disparate groups, all Neutral though they were, would come to a consensus any time soon.
With an unhappy ex-vent he accepted Optimus’ offer of assistance. If he was escorting Magnus back to base he wasn’t standing out here alone asking for his plates to be shot off, and Magnus could live with some indignity to achieve that. Especially since the main route to the base was not far, though the base itself was some distance away - the Neutrals had, with good reason, insisted on meeting them far enough away from headquarters for an ambush to be logistically difficult and an attack unworkable.
It was going to be a long walk.
To see one such as Ultra Magnus stagger and grimace in pain was disturbing to Optimus, who had only ever known the other to stand above insult and injury alike. Admitting the damage and allowing his assistance must have been a great hit against the mech’s pride, and it was not one that he was about to let go to waste.
Carefully he allowed the foreign commander’s weight to slip against him, an awkward arrangement, given their shapes. The Prime grunted, though he gave a nod as soon as he was confident that he could move both of their frames. “Alright, let’s… let’s get out of here.”
Forward progress was slow, and with the knowledge that the base was still a great ways away, he silently sent the call for a transport to pick them both up. Primus knew that a Magnus would never ask for such an aid. Even so, he could not allow the mech to suffer a silent, pained trip back to Red Alert’s lab. Optimus reset his vocoder, hoping to dispell some of the silence: “I’m sorry for putting you through that, Ultra Magnus. I should know how to control my temper a bit better than I had, and you suffered for my carelessness–as did that mech.”
Not even knowing the assailant’s designation caused him grief that he could not understand. Perhaps it was his spark-rooted need to know and aid all he could, and the understanding that such a person never desired his presence to begin with. Much more of this incident was his fault than he likely knew; it was discomforting, to say the least.
Still, one thought refused to leave his processors, and so he spoke it: “Why did you jump in like that? I appreciate you watching my back, but even so, I don’t understand.”
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Watching the larger mech’s slow, agonized movements, it was clear that he was in a tremendous amount of pain. Optimus felt his frame tense, attention torn between the crowd behind him and the limping, scowling Magnus before him. The former had not yet responded to his attempt at defusing the situation, and the latter’s gaze seemed to be focused on him, and him alone.
“I’m fine,” the Prime replied, though unease coursed through his systems. “Come now, let’s… let’s give these people the space they need, and get you back to headquarters; Red Alert will get you back into working order in no time.” As for the mech he and Ultra Magnus had essentially beaten into submission, he would have a transport with a physician sent out as soon as they returned.
Slowly Optimus moved forward, offering his shoulder for the other to lean on. “Here, Ultra Magnus, steady yourself. I promise, I’ll be fine–let’s focus on you right now.”
Magnus cycled his optics in surprise before glancing over at the collection of Neutrals. The attempt on Optimus Prime by one apparently of their number had rattled them and they had clumped into groups, discussing the events and Optimus’ offer in tones ranging from hushed to volumes that wouldn’t be out of place on the battlefield.
Magnus nodded sharply at Optimus and instantly regretted the motion as processing threads dumped for battle came roaring up in a procession of error queues and event triggers. He winced and resisted putting a servo to his helm with great effort.
“Yes, I’m sure they’ll come to an agreement in the time it takes for me to be repaired,” was his dry rejoinder to Optimus’ observation about the Neutrals they had come to speak to. Most of the conversations had risen in volume and the conversational groups were in constant flux. He’d seen similar things dag on for orns when he’d had to play guard at ceremonial function back in the Golden Age and he doubted these highly disparate groups, all Neutral though they were, would come to a consensus any time soon.
With an unhappy ex-vent he accepted Optimus’ offer of assistance. If he was escorting Magnus back to base he wasn’t standing out here alone asking for his plates to be shot off, and Magnus could live with some indignity to achieve that. Especially since the main route to the base was not far, though the base itself was some distance away - the Neutrals had, with good reason, insisted on meeting them far enough away from headquarters for an ambush to be logistically difficult and an attack unworkable.
It was going to be a long walk.
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