"...I am not offline," Optimus grumbled from somewhere around Megatron's neck, lifting himself up shakily.
The unease was not solely from the effects of the Matrix - the knowledge he had been gifted with had hit him hard. So much information, lost to general knowledge. A Highlord Protector in a rebel fighter, chosen like a Prime.
Sitting back, still on top of Megatron, he couldn't help but note the ridiculousness of the situation and snorted out loud, glancing down at the mech under him with a wry smirk.
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Date: 2012-09-24 11:51 pm (UTC)The unease was not solely from the effects of the Matrix - the knowledge he had been gifted with had hit him hard. So much information, lost to general knowledge. A Highlord Protector in a rebel fighter, chosen like a Prime.
Sitting back, still on top of Megatron, he couldn't help but note the ridiculousness of the situation and snorted out loud, glancing down at the mech under him with a wry smirk.
"...Well. That escalated quickly."