Optimus' optics flared with triumph the moment Megatron mentioned other ports; the rest of the words easily flew over his head, meaningless.
Megatron had just given him exactly what he wanted to know with his defiance, and Optimus' grin widened.
"Where?"
He resettled in place, hands lightly flicking over armor - shoulders, forearms, over the closed chestplates - where some of his own rested. A background hum began to increase as well, optics slowly bleeding color and going white as his internal questioning deepened his connection to the Matrix.
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Date: 2012-09-23 01:42 pm (UTC)Megatron had just given him exactly what he wanted to know with his defiance, and Optimus' grin widened.
"Where?"
He resettled in place, hands lightly flicking over armor - shoulders, forearms, over the closed chestplates - where some of his own rested. A background hum began to increase as well, optics slowly bleeding color and going white as his internal questioning deepened his connection to the Matrix.
What does this mean...?