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Since there's more than two Cybertronians stuck together, I'm gonna be hammering in a gentle reminder that the Tyrest Accord still exists as long as I'm here. And that means no spreading any of our wartime scrap to anyone on this station. Any of it. Specially if you enjoy your freedom and your health.

To any of you fleshy types: If some two-bit Decepticon lowlife comes in offering something too good to be true, something particularly gruesome and good at making things you don't like explode - just don't even bother. Their faction name isn't there for fun. You'd be surprised how many times organics have fallen for the 'used antimatter cannon' routine.

My name's Fortress Maximus, by the way.

[Yes, it's a mouthful. Some robots have one of those names.]

I'll be here if you're having trouble with any of our lunkheads.

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You don't have to try to convince me you're still guilty as hell, Megatron. Whatever happened was ancient history. This 'sentence' of yours is a slap on the wrist.

[It was important Megatron gave that disclaimer though, since it could have easily given the impression he was looking for an excuse.]

But the Senate seemed to change a lot of people. Even bots like Whirl. So I was wondering about you.

They did play a role in it, yes. All else was learned while participating in the arena. I look back on it now and I wonder how I could've strayed so far.

As long as we don't bring our war here, I think we can manage. It's in all our interests to stay alive, isn't it?

You'd know the answer to that better than anyone.

Base survival doesn't translate to everyone getting along. It can get ugly.

[It's likely to with right people and situation.]

I'm...I'm glad.

[And it's shown in his tone, if his words sound unsure. Really, he's amazed at how well you recovered from everything that happened. First Aid, Ratchet, Ambulon, they're miracle workers.]

I want you to remain in contact with me about your duties.

You now have someone to report to.

[Well there's lots of things that Drift could respond to here but first things first.]

Fortress Maximus! So you're here as well.

[You remember Drift right? The guy that let you out of the brig so you could beat the nasal lubricant out of Overlord?]

...

It's not that I don't trust you, Optimus, but Cons might not see it as much of a neutral thing if I report to you.

[HE MEANS THIS IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE.]

We'd need a new Chief Justice.

[Who later took the fall for Rodimus' fuckup. Yes. He remembers you, Drift. You're looking fairly well for a wrongly banished Autobot.]

Yeah I am. Whatever interdimensional rip spit us out this time has a poor sense of timing, but may as well make the best of it.

...

[He sees your point, and he definitely does not want to rock the boat with that.]

They would have to be unaligned at least. Or non-Cybertronian.

I would appreciate you regularly checking in, anyway. Unrelated to work.

That might be a while. You wouldn't lock up a skilled medical professional like myself when so many cybertronians are still in need of my talents?

It's an answer I'm still searching for.

If it starts, at all, it will spiral into something...very bad.

[Just like the war, one bad act leading to reprisals, leading to more reprisals, leading to...the whole war.]

We need to work together to make sure at doesn't happen.

You guys are all the size of houses. Avoiding you is hard.

[Max is now being trolled.]

Sure, there's probably somewhere in this place that's big enough for the two of you at once.

( He'll have to go looking for it, though. BUT THAT SOUNDS IMPORTANT YES. )

Good, good. ( Rodimus means that. ) Hey, we've got our own sort of charm that they're all missing out on when they decided not to come with.

[Eh well, he could use a washrack and a good buffing but he's certainly not DJD chow so that's a tick.]

That's the spirit. And it's not so bad here, I can't really complain myself. [Lots of pros and only a few cons. And the timing? Well, beats exile that's for certain.] So you're doing well? Taken over Magnus' job I hear?

I think you need to chill out. You're worrying about stuff that hasn't even happened and acting like everybody's a criminal who can't wait to do some shady weapons deal.

I've seen the worst our kind has to offer. "Chilling out" is gonna get something blown up.

[Yes, that was a robot finger quote.]

'Sides, this shouldn't concern you unless you got any plans to get a giant gun. And you don't seem like the type.

It won't start if I have anything to say about it.

[Not on his watch. Especially not with Optimus here to help.]

But yeah, working together will be our best bet here. What did you have set up?

Don't think our universe will end if someone like you never sees another patient again.

Edited 2014-09-28 02:23 (UTC)

Its just too bad it took you so long to start soul-searching.

I don't think we need to resort to anything extreme. It's a delicate balance.

[In other words, please don't stir up trouble. They already have plenty.]

We have a resource sharing, at the moment, food being our first priority. And we're working on getting washracks.

I wish a lot of things had been done differently, Fort Max.

Not the universe maybe, but someone's life, certainly. I am, after all, the only medic in history to pull off a four-way fuel pump transplant.

Unless you are the "giant gun", in which case chilling out might what keeps us all safe.

Guns aren't my thing.

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