Ep1.5 – Here Again But Barely – Closed
Apr 28, 2013 22:33:34 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2013 22:33:34 GMT -5
Arcee didn’t like this. If it hadn’t been made abundantly clear previously, it would be more apparent than ever at this point. Maybe it was just her former background as a law bot not finding much favor with Cybertron’s most illustrious semi-vigilante gang (as some had called them) but that a was a life four million years gone. Elita One and the Order of Solus represented, to Cybertron, one of if not the most stable Neutral faction in the myriad of fracturing that took place during war. They more regularly disagreed with the Decepticons – as the Con tended to break more ethical bounds than the Autobots did – but that did not mean that they didn’t clash with the Autobots on more than several occasions.
Elita One was Optimus Prime’s friend. She knew that much, a mentor to some degree she’d heard but did not know for sure – the parameters of the Prime’s relation to the One was nebulous. They’d come to literal blows before and not just in training, or so the rumors went, but in the same breath… the One was always there when the Autobots really needed help it seemed. When the Decepticon blockades had gone up and the skies had been aflame… the Order died with them, fighting to get the last of the non-combatants free of Cybertronian space.
Arcee had left Elita and Hotrod with Jazz, Bluestreak, and Shiftlock, checked in with Ratchet and Optimus once more and then, having been convinced only mostly by their assurances it was fine – “Arcee, it is okay. I know her.” – come back to fetch Elita. Optimus barely capable of standing last she heard, but he still wanted to see the Order commander? It seemed… unnecessary to her. Dangerous, maybe. It was already dangerous how close they were to some of the ‘neutrals’ on this planetoid. All it took was one to know the location of their base and say something…
“Elita One.” Arcee stopped at the entry to the control room, waited until she had Elita’s attention. She waved a hand. “Follow me.”
Elita One was Optimus Prime’s friend. She knew that much, a mentor to some degree she’d heard but did not know for sure – the parameters of the Prime’s relation to the One was nebulous. They’d come to literal blows before and not just in training, or so the rumors went, but in the same breath… the One was always there when the Autobots really needed help it seemed. When the Decepticon blockades had gone up and the skies had been aflame… the Order died with them, fighting to get the last of the non-combatants free of Cybertronian space.
Arcee had left Elita and Hotrod with Jazz, Bluestreak, and Shiftlock, checked in with Ratchet and Optimus once more and then, having been convinced only mostly by their assurances it was fine – “Arcee, it is okay. I know her.” – come back to fetch Elita. Optimus barely capable of standing last she heard, but he still wanted to see the Order commander? It seemed… unnecessary to her. Dangerous, maybe. It was already dangerous how close they were to some of the ‘neutrals’ on this planetoid. All it took was one to know the location of their base and say something…
“Elita One.” Arcee stopped at the entry to the control room, waited until she had Elita’s attention. She waved a hand. “Follow me.”