no one mourns the wicked

[thanksoptimus]

Who: Optimus Prime and AUTOBOTS
Where: The Autobot campground.
When: The evening/night after the dance off.
What: Orion Pax has been restored to his past and future self. Optimus Prime is NOT HAPPY. Also, very very tired.
Warnings: Injuries, intense robot ass devastation. Angry dad. Angry mom.

Optimus Prime, unlike Orion Pax, leaves no time for argument or complaint. After he's finished dealing with Megatron, he orders the Autobots to roll out, provided assistance to injured comrades where necessary. He takes no assistance for himself.

Which is stupid, because after days of starvation and torture and minus the burst of power from the Matrix he was utilizing just before, he is extremely fucked up. It's less obvious that he's on his last legs than it might be with some bots, but he is very injured and trying hard to pretend that he isn't. He drives back to base by his own means, and doesn't speak but to give the occasional order until they are there.

He wants everyone safe and tended to and organized, and he needs to have a talk with just about everyone on the team, and besides that he needs to catch up with everything he hadn't been paying attention to as Orion Pax...he doesn't see how he could possibly take a rest quite yet, there is too much stuff to do, and if he made it this far he can make it a little bit father.

More than tired, though, he is angry. He's angry at Megatron, angry at some of his team, and angry at himself. He doesn't pause to talk to anyone once they get back to camp, and immediately starts to ineffectually try to organize things with as few words as possible.

[Feel free to tag in as someone at any point in this, including later in the night or the next day. He will probably pass out in the medibay within the hour, though. Either that or Ratchet will get him.]

Comments

[ultramatum]

Magnus had to pause to brace himself before the next bit of walking, but even then he kept his eyes on the ship entrance. He didn't want to try and read Optimus' expression right now. He hadn't thought about what it would be like when Optimus regained the Matrix, but this uncertainty, this hesitation, apologizing for needing help, this was so unlike the commander Magnus had come to know over the years. He started walking toward the ship again, and when he replied it was with resigned sincerity.

"Optimus, this isn't the first time I've helped a soldier off the battlefield." And I doubt it will be the last. It was an unfortunately familiar situation, but that familiarity was helping him cope, as dismal as it was to think that.

[thanksoptimus]

Ultra Magnus is one of the few bots large enough to assist him like this, and he finds himself thankful. But he feels so off, so agitated, and he worries that these feelings aren't going to stop. He is starting to feel like he's lost his mind.

"I do not feel well," he says, and realizes that that must sound obvious. But he doesn't mean physically. It's hard for him to admit that, though. "It all feels wrong."

[ultramatum]

"I imagine it couldn't have been easy, taking back the Matrix," he started, struggling with keeping up the conversation and walking them to the medibay, "Especially considering you were already compromised."

Primus, what a mess. Magnus is grateful when they finally reach the ship, leaning heavily against the side to rest. Energon had started beading at weak points in the rushed welding job. Nothing serious but enough to keep him distracted. If only he could help Optimus more, but all those forced conversations he'd had with Orion kept rushing to mind. Absolutely useless.