He drudged down the halls, worn down and grumpy but far too tired and underfueled to work his way up into full anger. Three more Councilmechs and two advisers had worked their way onto his 'list' of bots to eventually remove from office over the course of the day's meetings. More pointless bluster, more proposed, useless bills and referendums that would tie them up even more with red tape.
If the council members had hoped for him to be rattled and off his game from the assassination attempt, they were sorely mistaken.
(If it had been them that wanted him dead, he wouldn't have been surprised by this point.)
On that topic, the guards had yet to get anything more out of the attackers, either. The remaining members of the group of captives were well out of the loop, answering only to the memory-wiped leader. They didn't know the identities of those who had sent them, just the drive of the credits offered for the job.
But the PR disaster that was that assassination attempt had been handled. Security was up, spies debriefed, bureaucrats wrangled. Megatron's role in saving his chassis had been properly related, earning him some goodwill from those that approved of the Prime (and some hatred from those that didn't.)
Basically, when Optimus returned to his rooms, interfacing was the last thing on his mind. ...The possibility of ambushes by proven Highlords was right next to it at the bottom.
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Date: 2012-11-09 12:44 pm (UTC)He drudged down the halls, worn down and grumpy but far too tired and underfueled to work his way up into full anger. Three more Councilmechs and two advisers had worked their way onto his 'list' of bots to eventually remove from office over the course of the day's meetings. More pointless bluster, more proposed, useless bills and referendums that would tie them up even more with red tape.
If the council members had hoped for him to be rattled and off his game from the assassination attempt, they were sorely mistaken.
(If it had been them that wanted him dead, he wouldn't have been surprised by this point.)
On that topic, the guards had yet to get anything more out of the attackers, either. The remaining members of the group of captives were well out of the loop, answering only to the memory-wiped leader. They didn't know the identities of those who had sent them, just the drive of the credits offered for the job.
But the PR disaster that was that assassination attempt had been handled. Security was up, spies debriefed, bureaucrats wrangled. Megatron's role in saving his chassis had been properly related, earning him some goodwill from those that approved of the Prime (and some hatred from those that didn't.)
Basically, when Optimus returned to his rooms, interfacing was the last thing on his mind. ...The possibility of ambushes by proven Highlords was right next to it at the bottom.