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Optimus Prime has a lot of patience. Some would say as large as the universe and multiverse itself. But five years after Chicago, not so much. He lost a lot of his friends. Autobot and human alike.
But he made new ones. Including the Dinobots, who were the Knights of Cybertron.
Grimlock, their leader, was the one he rode into battle, and after it, could not seem to stay away.
His group even followed him back to the states, and for awhile, managed to stay under control... until this week.
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Bright skies.
Clear desert lands.
Some random stream.
Moderate temperature.
A perfect day... for a Dinobot to misbehave.
Grimlock stalked through uncompleted sections of the new base. The commotion sending others in an frenzy to move out of the way.
The 63ft tall Tyrannosaurus Rex sent Optimus and Hound scrambling to protect people from falling debris. When all was clear, Hound turned to Optimus, "Hey boss, think you can teach your pet some manners?"
Optimus sighed, "Pet is a term my brother would use, but I will talk to Grimlock about this."
The self proclaimed "fat ballerina" shrugged and lit up the human equivalent of a cigarette.
"Just do what you gotta do, a Bot like me ain't cut out for this stuff."
The Prime nodded, and noticed in the distance that the T-Rex was headed near Yeager's lab.
"Scrap."
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Optimus's patience was starting to decline. Grimlock just couldn't cooperate, but he knew that he knew he was taunting him.
Today the metalloid Dinosaur left a series of clues around the base, and almost all of the members of his core team (including the humans) had to participate.
Each member reported finding a word, and when connected, spelled out: ME GRIMLOCK NO BOZO ME KING.
Optimus's left optic twitched, and everyone somehow actually heard it. It was then Bumblebee ushered everyone out of the vicinity. Drift quoted a famous riddle and bowed before leaving. Now it was just he and his scout.
"Hi sailor! What you up to now Captn'?"
The Prime looked at his scout, "Grimlock's behavior of late is quite troubling."
"...And as we close in, we can see the creature in it's natural habitat."
Natural habitat.
"I think your getting somewhere Bee. The Dinobots do need spacious environment without any... casualties."
"In a... island... far far away." The Camaro shrugged and climbed a structure like it was his jungle gym.
An island, the only main island he's ever stayed at was Diego Garcia.
"If you are referring to what I think you are, I don't think so. The American government and British Embassy still operates in Diego Garcia, and I certainly don't think they'll let us turn it into some kind of "Dinobot Island."
Bee jumped down, "I'm just trying to help out."
Optimus sighed, "I know you are."
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After some time with Cade, the Prime thought he had the answer. But Strafe, who surprisingly learned sign language, told him that was his leader's way of showing creativity.
You can say Optimus kind of glitched out at that.