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[positiveenergy]

Who: Drift and the Autobots
Where: The Autobot home base
When: Sometime after the Space Jam fight at least.
What: More drama. Honestly, what else can you expect at this point?
Warnings: Nothing so far.

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For Rodimus

[positiveenergy]

Everything was starting to look good. Today was going to be good. Things are calming down at the new Autobot base and, more importantly, today’s the day that Rodimus is finally done serving his jail time. It had been, what? Weeks at least since they’d put him in that cell, and he can’t even remember how many had passed. Either way, it’s been a long time coming. Things would finally start getting back to normal. Sure, they wouldn’t be able to leave the base just yet…but it was still leagues better than having Rodimus stuck in that ship any longer. All of this was good. There was…absolutely nothing to be nervous about.

Even though…they...hadn’t really been able to talk since the night Drift had snuck in that damned bottle of engex. He couldn’t remember how or when he’d even left the ship, but he could remember everything else. He sure could remember everything else. But what he didn't know is how much Rodimus remembered.

Right now, Drift’s waiting outside, near the front of the ship like he promised he’d do on the day his friend got released. It hasn’t been long since he’d sat down, but the minutes are already dragging on and he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll have to wait. Or how much longer he can wait.

[worstprime]

It feels like it's been an eternity since Rodimus has been out of that cell. It has in fact, been four weeks. Four horribly, agonizingly long weeks. Even now he can't decide what was worse, the boredom or the never ending lectures.

As Rodimus steps off the ship, he can't help but smile, suddenly feeling like past fours weeks weren't that bad. If it weren't for the probation, he'd go for a drive right now. Even that's more than a fair trade for being out, though.

When Rodimus notices Drift, he hesitates, unsure of what to say or do. His memories are hazy, but he remembers enough to know that things got...complicated...the last time Drift paid him a real visit. He doesn't know how Drift feels about it...doesn't know if Drift remembers it at all. That uncertainty swirls around in his mind for a moment before he pushes it aside for time being and steps over to his friend.

"Well, look who's here to here to help celebrate my freedom," Rodimus says casually, grinning broadly.

[positiveenergy]

“There you are! I was starting to worry that Ultra Magnus might’ve found some weird technicality to make you stay longer.”

Drift returns the grin – getting to his feet as Rodimus approaches. It’s an instant relief to see that everything still seems natural between them right off the bat, and he almost feels silly for expecting anything else. But even so, the anxiousness is still there and impossible to ignore completely.

“So we’re celebrating, huh? Well you’re the one who’s fresh out of jail, so…have anything special in mind?”

[worstprime]

"I'm guessing that means you didn't plan my party?" asks Rodimus teasingly. Without so much as waiting for a response he steps forward and pulls Drift toward him for a brief - very brief - hug. Don't want to make things weird. He immediately segue-ways into answering the question in earnest.

"I'd love to go for a drive, really, but..." He shrugs. They both know that's out of the question. "Other than that I...er...I dunno. It's just good to be out."

[positiveenergy]

Drift returns the hug, but if anything, it feels weirder because it’s brief, and he can’t help but look a little startled when Rodimus pulls away so abruptly. He shrugs it off quickly though, and diverts his attention back to the conversation.

“I’m sure we’ll be out on the roads again before you know it. In the meantime…well, at least the new base is bigger than that cell."

[worstprime]

"Right! The new base!" Rodimus had nearly forgotten. At least that will be something to do while they're under probation. "Have you gotten to take a look around yet? Is it big? Is it cool? Tell me about it! Wait, no, don't tell me about it...I want to find out myself."

[positiveenergy]

“As a matter of fact, I haven’t seen much of it. Want to go take a look, then? Maybe we can scope out the rooms.”

They’d moved to the new base in such a rush, so there hadn’t been much time to do any exploring yet. But Drift’s been looking forward to having more of a 'proper' place to settle in for while they’re on earth. And getting to pick out rooms was a plus.

[worstprime]

"Alright, yes, let's do that! This place has got to have something interesting to see!" He nudges Drift playfully as he moves past him. "And you're gonna have to fill me in on anything that I've missed since we haven't had much of a chance to...talk. Like what the deal with this 'CONDOR' thing is...Magnus mentioned it a couple of times but I still don't - I mean...I wasn't really listening."

[positiveenergy]

Well. Not like that’s anything new.

“It’s, ah-…hmm…it’s kind of like… hold on a sec, I can’t remember - were you with me when I watched Men in Black?”

[worstprime]

"Eh? 'Men in black'? I - I don't think so..." Rodimus trails off, looking thoughtful, but drawing a total blank.

[positiveenergy]

“Huh…really? I was pretty sure you were with me…Well, anyway. I guess CONDOR’s kinda like…like an organization that’s supposed to deal with other species that come to the planet. They mostly want to make sure we’re not here to. You know. Try and takeover.”

He shrugs, glancing around as they start walking deeper into the base. “It’s a bit more involved, but Ultra Magnus is handling most of...all of our dealings with them.”

[worstprime]

Rodimus makes a face, his distrust evident.

"I don't know, still feels strange being this...exposed. It's not like we've had the best experiences with organic organizations in the past either." Rodimus shrugs. "I s'pose as long as Magnus is the one handling it all it's not gonna effect us too much. What about you...do you trust them?"

[positiveenergy]

“Me?” Drift sounds surprised, like he hadn’t really considered it all that much until now.

“Well…it’s hard to say. The members we’ve met seem nice enough. I think I could trust them at least.” He pauses and glances around at the rock walls surrounding them. “Still not sure how I feel about being herded into a new base, though.”