LET'S BREAK THIS THING IN

[invisiblepinkboat]

"---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.

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[ichooseboth]

::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.

[invisiblepinkboat]

Her shock finally passed, even as it was compounded by his assertion of a lot of (powerful) individuals having lied. Elita was curious to note the impressive encryptions their channel had, and, in an attempt to keep up the ruse of something nearing normal, picke dup her plate of tiny cubes and ate another one.

::What will you do? ... What can you do---Ah. I. Apologize.:: Elita winced, realizing she was overstepping rather severely, but his allowance of familiarity had made her slip slightly, especially as she was still unsettled by the knowledge that they had been fighting for their rights not against - most probably - any actual Prime(s), but rather fakes set there by the council.