Not every single bit of the 'supplies' belonged to Optimus, of course.
Each of his own consorts had...contributed to the collection, either by bringing the various tools-of-the-trade along with them when they joined the Prime's Consort, or by acquiring them after the fact for personal or group use.
But the Prime knew his former craft well, and in between bouts of vicious politics and assassination attempts, ruling could get...boring. So the collection had been put to good use.
...And he had contributed a number of items himself. Old habits die hard.
None of that was on Optimus' mind when he entered the room, grunting out an irritated sigh. The deep, restful recharge he'd fallen into after their intense interfacing sessions - with Prime-coding more at ease than he'd ever felt it since before confirming his Highlord - had not lasted long enough. He'd been woken far too early by both irritate senators and later, his own investigative team.
The Prime was sore, grumpy, and dearly in need of fuel and a good soak and wax treatment. Not the best time for Megatron's plots.
"Not well enough. The investigators have yet to track down the source of the assassination attempt. One of the survivors attempted to purge their own memory banks in the middle of interrogation. The others were locked down into status to prevent them from trying the same, but that one was the ringleader - and the medics don't know if they will be able to retrieve anything that was lost."
His engine growled unpleasantly, and he momentarily wished for assassin right then, if only to grant him someone to kick across the room.
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Date: 2012-10-31 06:52 am (UTC)Each of his own consorts had...contributed to the collection, either by bringing the various tools-of-the-trade along with them when they joined the Prime's Consort, or by acquiring them after the fact for personal or group use.
But the Prime knew his former craft well, and in between bouts of vicious politics and assassination attempts, ruling could get...boring. So the collection had been put to good use.
...And he had contributed a number of items himself. Old habits die hard.
None of that was on Optimus' mind when he entered the room, grunting out an irritated sigh. The deep, restful recharge he'd fallen into after their intense interfacing sessions - with Prime-coding more at ease than he'd ever felt it since before confirming his Highlord - had not lasted long enough. He'd been woken far too early by both irritate senators and later, his own investigative team.
The Prime was sore, grumpy, and dearly in need of fuel and a good soak and wax treatment. Not the best time for Megatron's plots.
"Not well enough. The investigators have yet to track down the source of the assassination attempt. One of the survivors attempted to purge their own memory banks in the middle of interrogation. The others were locked down into status to prevent them from trying the same, but that one was the ringleader - and the medics don't know if they will be able to retrieve anything that was lost."
His engine growled unpleasantly, and he momentarily wished for assassin right then, if only to grant him someone to kick across the room.