invisiblepinkboat: (Stealthy recon shot - report)
Elita One ([personal profile] invisiblepinkboat) wrote in [community profile] red_diode_district2012-01-15 02:25 am

LET'S BREAK THIS THING IN



"---need an opportunity..." The speaker was interrupted as the door was opened, the intruder looking pleased.

"We just got it." Tall and lanky, the speaker didn't seem to have an actual altmode, but this didn't stand out among the group in the room. Only a handful possessed them, and they were all boat alts. "They asked for someone specifically like you." Everybody in the room looked at each other, and then to the one the newcomer had addressed, and a low, excited murmur started up.

Coming around the table to the door, the newcomer laid a mint-green hand against a pink, rounded shoulder.

"Will you be okay?" The question was sincere, but considering the opportunity they had just been given - and the details had already been transmitted - it was, ultimately, more a show of support than a chance for the subject of everyone's excited chatter to back out.

Not that that would happen.

Not now, not with this.

They needed this opportunity.
ichooseboth: (Wat)

looking up TF food on the wiki is oddly fun! :D

[personal profile] ichooseboth 2012-01-23 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
Fortunately for Elita, he missed the look completely, busy eying senator's disapprovingly and going for another plate of treats to force them to delay further. Her words, however, made him sputter slightly into his chrome-alloy confection.

"I'm just...doing what I should, really. It's rather obvious you can't be a proper Prime if you don't pay attention to things outside of Iacon."

Embarrassed and flustered, he wordlessly offered her the first plate he could reach: tiny, multicolored cubes of jellied energon, sprinkled with lead sulfide crystals.
ichooseboth: (Derp?)

YESSS

[personal profile] ichooseboth 2012-01-24 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Clearly more research into this Prime's origins is required, if they didn't consider the option that he might be halfway decent.

"Ah. Well. I've...noticed that. I'm not exactly the type of mech they would have chosen to be here, if they could have."

Oblivious to Elita's deeper conflicts, Optimus managed an awkward shrug, trying desperately to keep a straight, neutral face when the femme popped the cube onto her tongue.

"...You're welcome. You can certainly try whatever you like."

...It was very, very difficult, to say the least.
ichooseboth: (Epic shadowy seriousness - B&W)

:3

[personal profile] ichooseboth 2012-01-24 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
::...Well I meant that they would not have picked me, given what I am. Or was, I suppose, but...:: he starts over a sudden, encrypted line, wise enough to keep the conversation private when he's motioning subtly toward the senators he's talking about.

Face clouding with thought, that background hum from the Matrix picks up briefly and Optimus' optics dim as he actually checks on that very idea. He hadn't considered that before, the previous Prime's memories were all there and some had been corrupt, but surely even a Prime could fall...?

Oh, they could. Nova and Sentinel both fell, and the depths are chilling. But Zeta's memories were only there as a warning, not as a Prime.

He'd be the council's choice, and someone like Orion Pax would never have had a chance if fate hadn't intervened.


There is a quiet creak of metal, and the little tray of cake in the current Prime's hand is suddenly sporting curled edges.
ichooseboth: (srs face)

*been the council's choice

[personal profile] ichooseboth 2012-01-26 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
For a long moment, he can only shake his head, too indignant to speak; only briefly resting a hand over Elita's to show he isn't about to continue his plate-crumpling rampage.

The sudden knowledge is massive and terrible, and with a burst of certainty he knows he needs to do something about this. It's his duty, his right: something like this can't be allowed to happen again. Zeta was a terrible 'Prime', egotistical and corrupt, and they just put him in that position because they could.

Because they didn't dare allow the public access to the Matrix.

::The Matrix chooses, but sometimes, it seems, not everyone heralded as a Prime is.::

If he had time to think about it, if he wasn't reeling from the revelation in his own spark, he might not have spoken out, even growling over a locked line. He didn't know Elita, despite their enjoyable conversation. But really, what did it matter? Something this big shouldn't have to be hidden.

It just needed to be reveled at the most politically damaging moment.
ichooseboth: (Battle half-face)

[personal profile] ichooseboth 2012-01-29 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
::It means, someone lied. Many someones.:: If he wasn't locked down with Prime-level encryptions he wouldn't even be voicing such ideas over the comm. The staggering scope of the deception merited no less.

He was trembling with rage on the inside, both his own and that of the Matrix. It had been used for so long, having a Prime that might actually do something made the voices of the ancient Primes to the song for change.

Calmly, he took the offered cake without betraying his inner conflict. Control, Optimus. Now is not the time.