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Optimus Prime stood with Dai Atlas and Axe flanking him, the two holding the Star saber and the Skyboom shield. They had reached the Nemesis first, with Tenebris as a fast approaching point, only Joor out, but that was long enough for them to greet Megatron and present him the items of his new office, should he officially accept.

As they waited for the Nemesis crew to be fully prepared, they had noticed the signs of the docking a little before, Optimus thought back over the last communications. Megatron had commanded them from the Nemesis, however it had been a mech, Scourge, who had spoken from Tenebris. He was Lord Galvatron’s second lieutenant. Galvatron himself was apparently busy with preparations. The communications themselves were to identify them all to each other and organise docking to prevent confusion and delays when the ships actually met.

The docking tunnel had locked onto the offered door on the huge ship, the Metrotitan, and Megatron approached it with confident steps. He might not be used to ships that dwarfed his Nemesis but the appearance of the Primus Lux Viventem made him feel much better about Optimus being onboard it.

Irising open in front of him and his entourage the doorway shone like a burning point in the white and gold ship surface. He walked though it with his helm high and looked around to see the working mech and those that stood at parade around Optimus and the two designated Dai Atlas and Axe.

“Optimus,” he greeted with relief, finally feeling a coil of uneasy tension release inside him, “it is good to see you again. Knight master,” he nodded to the other two, though his focus remained on the smaller mech.

“Megatron!” Optimus greeted with delight, forgetting himself as he stepped forwards hands reaching out in greeting to the other.

The Matrix and Forge were amused but told him it was alright, here he could drop decorum. A strong bond between him and his protector was the more important thing.

Megatron had no such compunctions and reached out to take the offered hands with an eager smile. That was the mech he had learned to know at the Trade summit, hands on and direct.

“You look good… and taller?” not much taller, but certainly taller. Perhaps that was what happened when meeting a God, Megatron thought with some bemusement.

“A span, that is all, it is an adjustment to balance the extra protection Primus put around my spark and the Matrix,” Optimus shrugged and looked around at the bemused Decepticons and the still in formation knights.

“But for now introductions are in order.”

“Yes,” Megatron conceded, deciding to take the other talk further once in privacy. There was a lot to learn, and much to talk over.

“If you please, Optimus.”

“Of course,” Optimus nodded and turned, one hand still held in Megatron’s.

“Knight master Dai Atlas, Knight Axe, Knights of the circle, May I present Megatron Lord of the Decepticons and first in consideration to bare the Starsaber and Skyboom shield as our Lord High Protector, should he formally accept,” Optimus announced to the room at large gesturing Dai Atlas and Axe forwards to formally introduce themselves and present the stated artefacts.

The assembled Knights immediately stood at attention, saluting the leader of the Decepticons. It prompted the Deceptions to do the same, though there were some small smiles tugging at derma here and there among the warbuilds.

“A position I have accepted and now formally accept,” Megatron inclined his helm, both to the salute and to underscore his choice.

Optimus nodded again and continued, gesturing to Dai Atlas, “I would like to formally introduce you to Knight master Dai Atlas, guardian of the Skyboom shield, the first symbol of your office.”

Megatron bowed lightly, then stepped towards the knight master and held out his hands.

Dai Atlas met him halfway, placing the large shield in his hands and watching as the other placed it on his arm before bowing and stepping back again.

“And Master Knight Axe, guardian of the Starsaber, the second symbol of your office,” Optimus continued, he could feel the approval of Primus as warmth spread through him from the Matrix.

It was a very impressive, if somewhat archaic, set of weapons. Megatron had always carried swords, and knew well how to use a shield too. But he was not used to them responding to him and in the moment he touched the Star Saber that was precisely what happened.

Like a tentative probing, a gentle touch to a shoulder pauldron, only inside his processor… nay, inside his spark. An inquiry, a hopefulness that turned to an unheard thrill of joy and a rush to mesh with and belong. He froze, locking his struts and joints so as not to stagger under the unfamiliar and oddly welcome sensations.

Once it was over he knew that he had never, and would never again, wield weapons that fit him as perfectly as these…

“I understand,” he moved, turning his helm to look at Optimus, “I do understand now,” and he was sure that Optimus understood what he meant with that.

Optimus nodded, giving an affectionate mental nudge to the Forge that he now held against his shoulder.

“I believe it is now your turn, my Lord High Protector, to introduce us to those with you,” Optimus smiled softly as he spoke those words. His Lord High Protector. Looking around he saw many knights on their knees, praying. The might of their fields combined to fill the large hanger space with their joy. But there was also the mecha Megatron had brought with him, looking on with curiosity.

“Ah yes,” Megatron’s derma quirked in a smile and he turned even as he lifted the Star Saber and fastened it to back brackets that he most certainly had not sported a few moments ago, the shield simply folded it self against his arm until it seemed he had had a light armour upgrade.

“My second in command, Starscream of Vos and his trine. My generals Strika, Blitzwing, Onslaught and Scrapper. My CMO, Hook, and their respective teams,” he gestured to them and each of them responded to their name with a light bow.

“And this is my second in command of special operations, Black Aracknia.”

Optimus nodded to each in turn with a smile, behind him he knew Dai Atlas and Axe were watching intently, memorising names and positions.

At Black Arachnia he paused as the Matrix sent a pulse and a memory. Recognition slid over him.

“Elita,” Optimus whispered, then shook his helm, she was ‘that’ no longer. He promised himself that when he could he would talk to her. Apologise.

“I believe we should move this to a more comfortable venue, your people will be able to move freely between Lux and the Nemesis, though Lux will be able to provide quarters for those who wish.”

“As you wish, my Prime,” at the title Megatron grinned, there was a sense of deep satisfaction from both the artefacts he carried at the verbal acknowledgement of what role he had accepted. And a sense of… hmm, anticipation of something else, something that aligned with some of his own wishes for this reunion. They knew things he didn’t and seemed to wish that knowledge to become reality sooner rather than later.

Optimus returned the grin though he quickly turned to Dai Atlas.

“Dai Atlas, please see to our guests. Lord Megatron and I will be retiring to continue in private. I will still be available if you have need of me,” Optimus stated to him. That done he offered his free hand to Megatron. They had a lot of catching up to do!

Megatron did not hesitate in taking the offered hand, his own still dwarfing it. Private sounded good and was needed, he had so many questions, and some of them he suspected weren't suitable for an audience as well as having nothing to do with the current events.

“Of course, my Lord Prime,” Dai Atlas bowed his head and gestured for a group of knights. Most of them warbuilds, of a size with Megatron’s contingent. It was not a precaution, but a courtesy.

“If you would please, quarters have been made ready and my knights will show you where to rest and refuel as needed.”

Optimus tipped his helm to Dai Atlas and again to Axe. A glance and smile was sent to the small contingent, their honour guard before leading Megatron further in, fully confident that Dai Atlas would delegate the tasks appropriately.

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“Lux,” Optimus called softly, once in the corridors, “The way to my personal suite, please.”

The ship did not answer per say, but of course it took mere moments for them to reach their destination, as opposed to however long the trip might else have taken.

“You said this ship was a Metrotitan?” Megatron asked, bemused more than anything,

“He is, though Lux can only speak directly through his Voice,” Optimus nodded, unlocking the door to his suite and leading them both in, “That or from his core, but that is only for a trusted few and only when needed.”

“Ah, I must confess this is all very new information… you have changed, Optimus, and not just your extra bulk. It suits you,” though it left him wondering who the mech was now, if he would still… well, he still had the size for it.

The suite itself was beautiful, airy and light in a way he couldn’t ever recall having seen on any spaceship.

“It can be a little intimidating at first, but Lux, like his brothers, serves the Triad. Lux always serves the Prime, Tenebris serves the Herald. We will be meeting them shortly. And Urbem Defensionis will serve you, I do not know his mech form name. We will also have to find him,” Optimus explained, wanting Megatron to understand and accept the Metrotitans.

He tugged Megatron over to the seating, wanting them to settle for the conversation ahead, adding, “So much has happened, the trade summit already feels like a lifetime ago.”

“My grip on old forms of Cybertronian is… loose at best, but does Defensionis not mean Defence?” Megatron settled down on the comfortable chair, that mysteriously seemed made to his precise measurements, frowning as he tried to parse the name.

“And yes, time has seemed to run very slowly indeed.”

“It does,” Optimus agreed, his own grasp of the old language consisting of what the Knights had taught him and hints from the Matrix.

Without hesitation Optimus pulled himself up to settle comfortably on Megatron’s lap. The Forge back in his subspace and the Matrix purring its pleasure.

“For me it is that so much has happened. The way down to the core was surprisingly uneventful, though I think that was Primus’s doing.”

Megatron was a bit surprised when the smaller mech crawled into his lap but was inordinately pleased as he put an arm around the other. The artefacts purred in the back of his processor, echoing his feelings.

“I have mostly been waiting, Shockwave has kept me up to date as much as he could, and I have coordinated with the other rulers about making that border control… but that is all fairly routine work,” he admitted.

Optimus nodded, leaning away a little so he could look Megatron in the optics.

“After meeting with Primus, it has pretty much been one thing after another. And when it was not major things, there has been plenty for me to learn. I was led back to the surface by the Knights, they were waiting for me, and they guided me to Lux.”

“It is good, I am happy that you have help and that you found safety. However… I have a lot of questions, and you did promise some answers? For one thing, you speak very glibly of Primus, like a Nerila will of their Heart, when they talk of it,” he did not doubt that their god existed, it still felt strange to hear Optimus talk so… calmly of him.

So familiarly. Amusement filtered into his processor from the shield and sword, not condescending, more… delighted in fact.

Optimus chuckled with both his own amusement and Primus’s, “I did promise answers. It amuses me that you use that comparison, since it is entirely accurate. Through the Matrix I am constantly in contact with Primus. Mostly it is emotions and occasional glimpses of thought. But in Primus’s more lucid moments we can talk. He is still waking up.”

“And what does that mean precisely?” Megatron asked carefully, “he has been recharging, yes, but why. And how… and how did the knowledge and certainty of Primus and Unicron get lost?”

“I don’t know the full story behind that,” Optimus sighed with a shake of his helm.

“But Primus has been recharging to numb the pain of the distance between himself and his mate, Unicron. I do know that we will be told the full story when we meet up with Unicron. But I don't think it was a mistake or accident of time,” Optimus admitted, showing his worry. He knew something big was brewing.

“Ah,” Megatron rumbled, more pleasure at the current situation than annoyance at the lack of information.

“And these Artefacts I have been given,” a jolt of annoyed amusement made him hiss and correct himself, “the Skyboom Shield and the StarSaber, what are they exactly? A sign of my new office, something akin to the Matrix?”

“Of their forging I know nothing, but I do know that they were used by the first Thirteen like my hammer was. It is the actual Forge of Solus and is bonded to me in the same way as you are to the Skyboom Shield and StarSaber. It is similar to the bond I have with the Matrix, but that bond is far stronger. With us we also have the Requiem Blaster. That is intended for Unicron’s Herald when he reaches us,” Optimus hummed in thought before and between his words, optics twinkling with amusement at the hiss. The sword and shield Megatron now carried were prideful things while the Forge was calmer.

“As for what they are… That might be a question to ask Unicron.”

“Hmm,” Megatron thought about that for a moment, idly stroking a thumb along silken silvery white thigh plating, “you are giving me more questions than answers, my lord Prime, I am certain I should be more annoyed than I am.”

He made sure to inject his amusement at the whole thing into his tone. After all he wasn’t annoyed at all, just slightly piqued, and none of that was Optimus’ fault.

“I have many questions myself that have yet to have answers,” Optimus countered, his engine purring at the welcome touch. A hand stroked along the tightly folded planes of the Skyboom shield.

“How goes the alliances?” He felt, strongly, that they would need every one of them sooner rather than later.

“Smoothly, for the most part,” Megatron huffed softly, stroking a little bit more obviously intentional now, “there are always the occasional snarl, species with long life spans versus those with short, royalty versus voting, all those little differences that can so very easily derail negotiations if anyone lets it. In general though the threat of the Quintessons are big enough to make everyone want to cooperate.”

“How difficult do you think it would be for your allies to accept the changes we are hoping to implement for Cybertron? For them to accept me as your equal?” Optimus continued in the same vein. Diplomatic relations would be high on the list once the Quintisons and whatever else was coming was dealt with. Trade would help with giving the people a purpose, something to focus on as internal changes were made.

“For the most part not very, it will likely even be welcomed by most. Some species will be very happy indeed. You know how the Nerila feel about you, the Dragonians are not far behind. Your ready acceptance of their differences, your willingness to listen and be educated… it won you many a friend at the Trade summit, Optimus. Many more than you met,” Megatron spoke with conviction, as well as some knowledge.

“There will always be those who are not accepting, some that see change as a weakness, and those that don’t respect anything at all outside their own. The Trade summit gives the rest of us the cohesion to stand against such threats, as you see with the Quintessons. By and large those are the biggest threat out there.”

“Good, I do know that the Knighthood are welcoming of opening diplomacy and trade again,” Optimus hummed, both himself and the Matrix satisfied for the moment with that reply. His thoughts momentarily flickered to Axe who had voiced interest in learning of other beings.

“And you?” personal, too personal? Megatron still felt he needed to know for sure. Optimus Prime. A true Prime and what then? Was he happy, panicky, terrified, accepting… what? His fields read as calm, but Megatron had no clue if he could trust that right now. Not with all that he had been told, and all he had now seen.

“I welcome it with open arms. I want to know how the Dragonians would interact with the Knights, I want to speak with the Nerila again. I want to see the artworks, listen to the poetry and read the stories of other cultures. And that is all before Primus’s need to be connected with the rest of the Universe again,” Optimus stated belying his deep underlying drive to learn and understand, as well as hints of his need to be part of a bigger whole. A desire that being a cog amongst the Autobots had never even touched.

Megatron chuckled, rumbling softly at what he could feel and what it might mean… what it meant.

“That was not what I meant, entirely at least. How are you? You feel good, balanced, and I can teek that you are happy I am here… but all these things that have happened, are you satisfied?” it wasn’t the right way to word it, but he tried as best he could.

“I am happy, not just that you are here,” Optimus grinned and reached up to teasingly kiss Megatron before continuing, “But also to be here, with Lux, with Dai Atlas, Axe and the Knights. To have the Matrix even though it is a burden too.”

Optimus considered, letting Megatron know he was not finished by humming softly, “I am satisfied to be doing something that will make a difference. Something for good.”

“And you still feel like you?” to Megatron he teeked like the Optimus from the Trade summit, a little more self assured and definitely happier, but not different. And he supposed that was the fear, rational or not. Meeting a god had changed many, or so the stories said, and he had feared how much it might have changed Optimus.

“I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. I suppose it would have been more jarring had I not started finding myself again with your help at the Trade summit,” Optimus admitted. Primus had done a lot, but the mecha here had continued it.

That had the larger mech relaxing fully, finally, and he lowered his helm to kiss the other. Gentle, undemanding, but a proper kiss this time. God touched or not, this was Optimus and he enjoyed Optimus. Clever, hopeful and smart… and perhaps in time other things too, given what had passed between them in what little time they had had together.

And that was about to change, Megatron intended to make very sure of that!

Optimus all but melted into the kiss, keeping it just as gentle and undemanding. He knew that Tenebris would be here soon and he had to be present for that as much as he had had to be for greeting Megatron. But right now was for the both of them.

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It might not have stayed undemanding, they would never know. Lux hadn’t corrected anyone on their estimate of Tenebris' arrival because he had not wanted his Prime to be preoccupied when meeting his Protector. He was well aware that the new Prime felt for this Megatron who was to be Trypticon’s commander.

That was all to the good and he would give them all they needed to foster those feelings, within the limits of his capabilities. Time… was not within those limits right now.

Megatron flicked his optics online again and tilted his head to look down past Optimus’ faceplates to the beeping… er?

“What is that?” it looked like a tiny, tiny minibot. The smallest mech he had ever seen outside of the little insecticons that served as medics and cleaners in hives.

Optimus turned his helm then twisted to sit sideways on Megatron’s lap.

“A minicon, they are Lux’s carers as well as messengers,” Optimus explained upon spotting the tiny mech.

“I take it that our presence is required?” Optimus asked the minicon, though he already suspected what was going on. Tenebris was here already.

Roadrunner beeped an affirmative and nodded to underscore his meaning. Then he merrily waved at the huge grey warframe. Some minicons had what passed for warframes among them, he did not. He was stick thin and fast, his alt a small compact two wheeled scooter like vehicle. He liked the look of the new Lord Protector though, and the feel of his fields, both in general and in how they held affection for Lux’s Prime.

Megatron incredulously took a hand off Optimus to wave back. He could probably flatten the mech with his hand without trying, but it didn’t even seem phased by his presence. Of course it had to be around mechs like Dai Atlas but still… he was not used to such a none reaction, or no, such a positive reaction to his presence.

Optimus grinned, “Please lead the way, and perhaps if any of your kin are not busy and wish so they may come and be introduced to our Lord Protector.” Optimus found the slowly rising fascination amusing and sparkwarming, especially coming from Megatron. He slid off of Megatron’s lap with ease, waiting for the larger mech to also get up.

Happy beeping greeted the suggestion, though Roadrunner knew they would wait with that till after this meeting. The minicons had their own memories and like Lux they knew that the mechs filling Herald and Protector positions tended to be willful. It was best for them to concentrate on meeting rather than one of them being too distracted.

“I would be happy to be introduced,” Megatron added, polite yes but also meaning it. There was something very… he couldn’t articulate the odd attraction of the tiny mech. It was not a feeling he was familiar with…

“Come, we had best be there before they board, I am sure Tenebris is here already,” Optimus urged, though he was grinning at the response, it was a very good thing that Megatron liked the minicons.

Almost belatedly Optimus commed Fixit asking him to ensure the Requiem blaster was brought, ready to bond with the Herald.

“Yes, we had better be there,” Megatron agreed though he still wasn’t certain what to think of this third player. What little he knew made sense but he did not know enough, yet. He trusted Optimus though and supposed that meant he trusted Primus and Unicron too.

He followed Optimus and their little guide out, surprised at how fast the tiny mech was.

Optimus was not at all surprised, far more used to the abilities of the minicons even with his short time with Lux. They truly were amazing tiny mecha.

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Many others were turning up in a different space than where Lord Megatron had been received, when Optimus and Megatron arrived. Shortly after he spotted Dai Atlas, his long strides quickly brought him to the pair.

“This is sooner than anticipated,” Optimus observed.

“Yes,” Dai Atlas spoke, a tad annoyed, “apparently it was expected by one of us though.”

A few minicons beeped, semi rudely, before collecting Roadrunner and speeding off on an errand only they knew. Their actions caused the big triple changer to huff and quirk a smile.

“I suppose that means Lux had his reasons.”

“Does the ship often keep information from you?” Megatron asked, more curious than anything. He had no idea what to expect here.

Optimus hummed optics going unfocused as he felt amusement from Primus and a nudge towards Megatron.

Returning to his surroundings Optimus brought up a hand and tapped the glass of his altmode windscreen. “If I am interpreting right; Primus believes it was so Megatron and I would not be distracted from each other.”

“Oh…” Megatron digested that news with some consideration. Though he was all for their god rooting for them it still felt odd to even think that!

“I see,” Dai Atlas nodded regally, and kept his amusement to himself, for now at least. Given the nature of the relationships between former Primes, Protectors and Air Lords it was not entirely unexpected, if perhaps a bit more actively done than was the norm of the old stories.

“I think with Lux it is, relevance, importance and if we ask for the information,” Optimus shrugged, feeling amused that he was the one who seemed to be taking this the easiest. But that could also be because the Matrix was constantly talking to him, soothing, informing. He never felt truly out of the loop.

“I believe that he did it for a good cause this time, but I don't fancy being hurried into such an important situation as this,” Dai Atlas said calmly, “too much is dependent on what is happening now. It would have been beneficial to have preparation time.”

“Given that I have less of an idea of what all those entail than seemingly everyone else,” Megatron rumbled with genuine amusement and acceptance of the facts, “I can agree with that assessment easily. And yet I am glad of the time I had with Optimus. It did clear up some things even if it also created more questions.”

“Hmm yes, Lux could have informed you and still left Megatron and I to our moment,” Optimus agreed with both points. Done was done though. Looking up he saw the ripples of shifting through the upper portion of the bay. Tenebris linking with Lux, it would not be long now. He did reach his fields out to both larger mech, the important part was showing unity. He would not give the Herald any reason to doubt those he chose to keep close.

Megatron wasn’t sure who reached back fastest, and felt a certain amount of… envy at the fact that Dai Atlas merged fields so seamlessly with Optimus. As if they had had cause to train it, or as if their relationship was more than simply Lord and servant. And perhaps it was, but he had no reason to jump to conclusions and no right to judge.

Certainly he had no reason to complain! Even if Optimus had chosen to share intimate relations with mechs here, he had clearly shown that he wished to have something of permanence with him. With their short history that was far more than he could have hoped for, and leagues beyond what he could have expected.

Megatron might have been happy to know that Dai Atlas himself was pleased with the ease his field meshed with Optimus’. It would be some time before they would have a chance to talk, he and the new Lord Protector, but for now Dai Atlas was satisfied that his Prime truly cared for and trusted the grey mech.

Optimus grinned and allowed his amusement and affection for both mech to fill his fields, an affection that was slightly different for each. Glancing around he still did not see Axe.

“I take it that your mate is helping Fixit with the Requiem Blaster?” Optimus half asked Dai Atlas. He used the term ‘mate’ for Megatron’s benefit, as it had not come up in the earlier greetings.

“Axe will arrive shortly,” Dai Atlas kept his optics on the merging of the two Metrotitans, “hopefully before Lux is done, we do not want to offend our unknown Herald.”

“So he is truly an unknown?” Megatron asked curiously.

“Indeed, for a long time the role of the Herald of Unicron was filled by a mech titled Air Lord, or Lord of Air. The flyer would bond to the Requiem Blaster and… yes, well, he would fill the role, but not truely be chosen of Unicron,” Dai Atlas mused, cutting himself off from explaining the often very intimate relations of a ruling Triad. That would come in time, now was not a good moment to spring that particular thing on either of the rulers.

“We know he is the Herald because Lux has spoken with Tenebris and Lux’s loyalties are unquestionable. But he has not made an appearance in any of the direct communications. Those have mainly been through his TIC, Scourge, as you already know. We did see a mech who we were informed was Cyclonus the SIC, but we have not seen this Herald Galvatron at all,” Optimus added, feeling confident that Lux would ensure Axe would be here on time if it was in any way possible.

“Being mysterious?” Megatron was a tad amused, and he could see they didn’t have long to wait either.

“Axe is here,” and so was their new guest… Dai Atlas snapped to attention as the newly formed link doorway opened up completely. He heard his knights act with him and flicked his wings in a signal of pride.

Galvatron walked in as if this was his own Metrotitan, optics taking in the ranks of fighters, ending unhesitatingly on one mech. Small, slender but very well built. For someone who had touched the spark of a god it was easy to recognize another like himself. And he was very pleased with what he saw.

“Prime,” his voice boomed in the huge space of the hangar, “I am pleased to see you, finally!”

Optimus found his focus taken by the large mech as soon as he entered the space, the Matrix reacted strongly even with the distance. This mech had very clearly been touched by Unicron.

“Herald. Allow me to introduce our Lord Protector, Megatron,” Optimus gestured for Megatron to join him in greeting the new mech. He would have them do so as equals, not separately.

Galvatron of course knew what the Lord Protector was, but he had not expected a mech of… possible equal prowess. His armour subtly fluffed and he met the red optics square on in something of a challenge.

“I see, it is good that you are surrounded by those strong enough to protect.”

Megatron couldn’t help but react to the signs of aggression, however subtle, with a few of his own. The Herald did not like him? Or was it something else, something a little more personal? There had certainly been a lot of pleasure and warmth in the purple mechs field when he ranged them out. Anticipation too… hmm.

Fond exasperation from the Matrix was what clued Optimus into the subtle play between the equal in stature mech. Different alt and colours but otherwise both were built much the same, but before he could say anything another mech stepped forwards.

Ignoring his master's attitude Cyclonus stepped forwards to Glavatron’s right shoulder, bowing to both Prime and Protector, “Lord Prime, Lord Protector, I am Cyclonus, Herald Galvatron’s second in command.”

Sharp optics took in the rest of the room, landing assessingly on two truly massive triple changers and the cannon one carried before returning to the Prime.

Optimus nodded his helm in returned greeting to Cyclonus.

“I am aware at least in part of what is coming. I know we will each have our parts to play,” Optimus returned his attention to Galvatron.

"My Master, our Master, Unicron, is following behind, he wishes to be speeding towards Primus as we speak and has only reluctantly agreed to us meeting here so that our Union as a… Triad can be completed," Galvatron acknowledged the seriousness of their situation easily, knowing that there would be time for the more personal pleasures later. He did falter over Triad for a millisecond, but that was more because he hadn't expected to be challenged by someone equal in the position of Protector.

“Once our introductions are completed we wish to meet up with Unicron and yes head back to Primus. He is also eager for their reunion,” Optimus nodded his understanding. This Galvatron might not share a bond with Unicron like he did with Primus, or he might, but he knew that the Herald understood.

“I wish to introduce you to Knight master Dai Atlas, his bondmate, master knight Axe and those of the Circle of Light present.” Optimus gestured Dai Atlas and Axe forwards, pinging Axe with the request to present the Requiem Blaster. He could already tell this was a mech who did not mess around.

“I am pleased to know that the Circle has survived these long aeons, and I know that Unicron will be pleased too,” Galvatron knew the weapon being brought out and did not hesitate to discard the orange monstrosity he’d carried so far. When it had been given to him Unicron had outright told him that it was only a stand in. That was why it had never changed to fit him better, and why the God had not bothered in the first place.

“My Lord Herald,” Axe greeted, trying to keep the bemused smile off his derma at the way the other simply reached for the weapon he carried, “the Requiem Blaster, brought from Primus by your fellow ruler, the Prime.”

It merged as seamlessly with Galvatron as the Skyboom shield and Star Saber had with Megatron, purring its pleasure at having a wielder once more. And unlike the weapon the purple mech had carried before, it could easily hide itself in his plating, taking on style and colour, making itself home.

Optimus watched amused as Cyclonus caught the orange cannon, handing it off to a knight with a tank alt who had offered to take it to storage.

“Is there anyone else who requires introductions?” Optimus inquired, noticing a slight shift in attention from Dai Atlas, who had taken up position behind his right shoulder, a smaller mech had appeared in the doorway.

“If the main introductions are done, Tenebris requests introduction to the new Prime,” Shifter announced once he noticed attention turning towards him.

“You best go with him, Lord Protector,” Galvatron grinned, purposely showing a hint of fang, “and I wish to be presented to Primus Lux Viventem as soon as possible too.”

“I would request Knights Wing and Yevok accompany us,” Optimus firmly requested, Wing for multiple reasons, including being fast, a high tier fighter and his creation bond with Dai Atlas and Axe was one of the few communication methods that could not be blocked. Yevok on the other hand was a larger knight, slightly smaller than Megatron, thick armoured and also a highly proficient fighter. Optimus did not expect or anticipate trouble but he was not about to invite it either.

“Any mech you trust is welcome aboard Vindictam sumas de Tenebris,” Galvatron’s grin didn’t falter as he transferred his gaze to the Prime, it just changed enough not to show fangs, “he is undoubtedly looking forward to meeting you.”

“Lord Herald,” Bladecut’s voice was notably less confident than that of Shifter but he still stood firm when everyone looked at him, “Lux will be happy to meet with you and the Lord Protector formally once introductions to Tenebris have been made.”

So far Optimus was curious about this Herald Galvatron and was almost disappointed when the fangs were hidden again, other than knowing it was a threat display.

“I am very much looking forward to meeting Vindictam sumas de Tenebris,” Optimus confirmed after having acknowledged Bladecut. He held optic contact with Galvatron. The Matrix was both impressed and also warning, this was a mech who required firm handling.

He expanded his field out when Wing and Yevok appeared, expressing his gratitude for their acceptance as well as to start the mesh to allow them to keep better track of him.

Cyclous looked the pair of chosen Knights over assessingly, they were interesting choices and clearly there would be hidden reasons, or else they would have to seriously work on the Prime’s security and reasoning. However with the Lord Protector it did appear to be a solid enough set of complementary abilities. At least if the Knights had maintained their standard of training.

Well, well, wasn’t this an interesting orn. Megatron deliberately didn’t react to the second challenge from the Herald. As far as he understood things, and granted he didn’t really, they were supposed to work together. If need be and the time for it came he would settle this the way Warbuilds had always settled things, until then he wouldn’t be the one to initiate anything.

Bladecut was only too glad to have everyone back at concentrating on something not him, Lux was gentle by nature, these new mechs… none of them were gentle it seemed. But he knew he had to be at least partly wrong. There had to be some gentleness in them, some willingness for peace and living he supposed. At least that was his limited understanding of all of this.

“Very well then, come along,” Galvatron smirked, there really was no other word for it. He was not about to not enjoy showing off his turf, both to the Lord Protector and for the Prime. And it was adorable, choosing an honour guard.

Oh he was sure the mechs were competent, they moved like warriors, but they had to know that if Tenebris decided so they wouldn’t stay with the Prime. After all they lived within a metrotitan too… so yes, adorable really.

“Lead the way then,” Optimus gestured to the divide between Lux and Tenebris.

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To those not in the know it might have appeared a jumbled group that moved off to follow Herald Galvatron across the link and into Tenebris. But Optimus was privy to the conversations going on within fields as well as Primus’s commentary. He agreed quickly that Wing was to stay close, he had observed the mech’s agility and knew that close quarters was no problem for him, while Yevok was to pair with Shifter, Cyclonus quickly joining them in the back, Glavatron took the lead with Megatron keeping close.

Tenebris was amused, keeping his plans on separating Optimus Prime from his guards away from Lux, though he suspected the other had a fair idea of his plans anyway.

Shifter would be easy to convince to assist and would be able to explain things so the large knight would not panic unduly. Galvatron… He might suspect already, but he would not interfere and should help with distracting the Lord Protector. That just left the smaller knight. Tenebris was not sure of his plans there, he would wait and see. Either way all groups would meet back up, just at different times.

Wing found it strange to walk the corridors of another Metrotitan. The feel was almost the same as inside Lux and yet not. The subtle play of the immense personal field they were in was different, it held a slightly menacing edge, violence, temper broiling under the surface of it and it lacked the nurturing quality that Lux’s field held.

Megatron and Galvatron treated each other with a sort of sword edge respect. Neither was going to start anything… yet. Mind, neither intended to do any harm, of permanence, it was the sort of tension that all warbuilds experienced when meeting someone of equal rank. The anticipation of the challenge of sorting out who was just that little bit better. So they opticed each other and spoke very stiltedly to each other.

Optimus found himself in a strange sort of nervousness. He did not feel to be in any danger himself, but it felt like Tenebris was planning something and the Matrix was mostly silent, watchful.

Optimus slid slightly closer to Wing about the same time he heard a cut off curse which caused them both to pause.

The group was moving fairly close together, so it took a little for Tenebris to find the right moment, blocking off right behind the Prime moments before closing in front of him right on the new Protectors heels. There were some limitations to his plan, and this was the main one, the individual cut off sections he could make had a minimum size.

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Yevok growled and hit the wall in front of him with both fists, before turning on the smaller mech, the Voice, with him.

“What is this?” The question was surprisingly calm, though nothing else about him was.

“It is just Tenebris messing with us. You will rejoin the Prime when we are allowed to. Come, this way now,” Shifter appeared calm, other than moving to put Cyclonus between himself and the large Knight.

Cyclonus clicked his glossa and shook his helm, but said nothing despite his own annoyance. There was only Tenebris to watch over the Herald and Protector now, since he was certain Tenebris had split them from the Prime too.

“Very well,” Yevok did not relax, but he managed his fields, pulling his anger back in a sort of relaxation. Not pleased at all, but willing to go along with it for now. Trust was important, trust was essential.

“If you want we can give a tour while we wait for Tenebris to be done having a chat with the Prime?” Shifter offered, he knew the Knight was not calm and that the only thing that would help was to see the Prime safe.

“Very well,” Yevok accepted stiffly.

Shifter realised that he would not get anything else out of the Knight, so he led the way, letting Tenebris choose their path, pointing out things as they came across them.

Yevok did not precisely relax, but he let the Voice show him around anyway. There was no point trying to change the processor of a Metrotitan with an agenda. Lux was just… more kindly in his stubbornness. There were other differences, the colours, the lighting, there was a sharpness to Tenebris as opposed to the rounded softness of Lux. It was as if their personalities dictated their forms.

Shifter relaxed as the Knight showed patience and restraint.

~

“Herald,” Megatron’s growl was different, furious with an edge of panic, “where is Optimus!?”

It was not a question, it was a demand pure and simple.

Tenebris opened a door further along from the Herald and Protector. One of the training rooms. Empty at this time, even of equipment, ready for a good hand to hand spar, if that was what the two warriors needed, or wanted at this point.

Megatron saw the training room and paused in his aggressive behaviour with some suspicious surprise. Without the forewarning of this ship also being a metrotitan, he might not have even spoken before attacking, now… now he was not sure how to act or react. He was still furious though!

~

“Prime!” Wing snapped his wings out, only to fold them back a moment later. There was nowhere to fly and no one to do battle with. He already held his great sword, but it was strangely placid in his hand, the connection filled with wry amusement rather than readiness.

“It’s just Tenebris,” Optimus huffed, quickly calming from his own alarm, largely due to Primus’s amusement and lack of any tension or alarm, “Apparently he has a habit of testing the Prime and those around him.”

“...” Wing hissed wordlessly, but relaxed somewhat. Lux too could at times play such games, though perhaps labelling them games was wrong.

“My Lord Prime,” he said, and nodded lightly. He would follow, closely.

“You can sheath your greatsword again, if we stay close he might not try again. He might not anyway but best to not give chances,” Optimus pushed the calm from the Matrix out into his fields, he was waiting until Wing was ready to move down the newly opened up path.

“Yes, my Lord Prime,” Wing sheathed his greatsword, though it was with some reluctance. It was odd to consider a metrotian a threat and he did not like it one bit!

“I will stay close.”

“It will be fine, Tenebris will not actually hurt any of us,” Optimus said as he moved close enough to wind an arm loosely around Wing’s back, stroking one of his wings before settling, “Come on, lets go. And you can relax the formality. Tenebris will not judge you on that.”

“I don’t like this, Optimus,” Wing tried to relax but his plating was crawling with the sensation of being watched. Silly, he’d lived all his life being watched, but this was different and unsettling.

“It is a test, and I would say that Tenebris may have wanted to get me alone. So you are doing great so far,” Optimus attempted to reassure Wing.

“Thanks,” Wing muttered, but made an effort to at least seem relaxed, “let's get going.”

Optimus agreed and set off along the path Tenebris gave them, ensuring he stayed very close to Wing. He truly did not want to give the metrotitan a chance to separate them.

~

Tenebris considered his options, Shifter was doing well, the Prime was clearly going to stay very close to his remaining companion, which left the very agitated Protector. He sent the order for several drones to activate, hoping to entice the Protector to use the energy in training, something he also wished to witness.

“What is this?” Megatron rumbled dangerously.

“A test,” Galvatron’s tone was rather smug, and every bit as dangerous, “Tenebris wishes to know if you are… good enough.”

Tenebris sighed and had the drones split into two groups. One group facing the Lord Protector and the other facing the Herald. Herald Galvatron was not getting out of this freely either.

“I don’t think I am the only one being tested,” Megatron fairly spat, angered all over again, but willing to put that energy into the drones. For now.

Tenebris did not go easy on the pair. They both had aggression to work out and they all needed both to be in sync with each other and in top form.

~

The familiar feeling of being led, guided and coaxed the ‘right’ way managed to take on a sinister overtone for Wing. He could not, would not, believe a Metrotitan would hurt the Prime, but…

It was not too long before Optimus recognised that they were at Tenebris’ core.

Tenebris closed off the way back out before allowing the Prime and his guard in. He approved of how the Knight was clearly weary while the Prime was confident.

Wing had only been faceplate to Lux’s spark once, but it was not something you forgot and he could recognize the safety features, though they seemed somehow more here. The walls thicker, the reactions faster…

With a comforting stroke to Wing’s tucked in wings, Optimus left his side to move further in, fields reaching out in welcome. He was pleased to see a neural access port open.

Wing followed closely after, though he respected the right to privacy and didn’t touch anything not offered to him.

Linking in was like with Lux but also different, Optimus could feel the edges of firewalls far more vicious than the formidable ones Lux had.

~Tenebris,~ Optimus greeted.

~Welcome, Prime,~ Tenebris was pleased and a touch relieved to strongly feel the Matrix and Primus through this Prime. His bond with the Matrix was clearly strong already.

~Why did you separate my group?~ Optimus decided to get that question out in the open first.

Tenebris actually laughed, ~My Prime, you said it yourself. It was a test. That and the invitation was for you, not everyone else. Your little White Knight did very well, though I would say he needs more practice at staying calm when something unexpected happens.~

Optimus sighed, though he did smile a little as he felt Tenebris and the Matrix interact as much as they could through this link.

~I do agree it is a bit of a wake up call,~ Optimus let that thought be known.

~Wake up call, hmm,~ Tenebris let his amusement be felt, ~You have been with Lux.~

~I have. He has been impatient for this reunion,~ Optimus decided he liked Tenebris, he fit his role well and was not above testing his allies for their improvement. Mutual benefit, even though he doubted that Megatron, Yevok nor Wing felt that way right now. He prevented complacency, something they could ill afford right now.

~That is good to know,~ Tenebris hid the gleeful feelings well, and then turned the conversation once more, ~will Trypticon be waiting on Cybertron?~

~Well, since Primus tells me T… wait Trypticon?~ Optimus interrupted himself, startled. He thought for a moment then sent his knowledge of Trypticon prison over as a burst. Primus! If that was the actual Trypticon… something bad had to have happened to him. ~Primus tells me that he is online and has chosen his Voice.~

~That is good to know, but what is this… he is a prison?~ Tenebris picked through the information with a sick feeling, anger beginning to grow underneath. At times Trypticon and he might have had a bit of a competition between them, but he loved him.

~I don’t know if that is actually… Wait. Ah, Primus has confirmed it is him, though I highly doubt that the Autobots actually realised,~ Optimus felt shaken, he had known that finding Trypticon was important, but he had not considered something like this.

~They rebuilt him?~ though voiced as a question it was anger driven and the crew on the bridge was greatly alarmed when all Tenebris’ weapons systems suddenly came online, charging up as if they were going into a fight, ~they violated him!~

~Tenebris! Stand down! We will get our chance to have answers in due time. For now we must continue our mission,~ Optimus ordered, startled at the intensity of the hate, anger and protective concern. ~Those undeserving of his presence have been ejected already.~

~...~ wordless wild emotions swirled over the link for a long moment, then cut off abruptly. On the bridge the rather panicky crew and a pair of, very annoyed and somewhat scratched up, lords saw the ship go back to normal. Or as normal as a Metrotitan ever was.

~My apologies, Prime, I was not expecting such news as this about my second,~ technically not Trypticon’s true title just yet, but Tenebris was not letting it go past him this time. Not with Trypticon, not with Lux.

~I understand. We will see him back to his full glory. And those responsible will pay,~ Optimus soothed, leaning into the mental touch with full trust. Nothing about the current situation was nice. But that was why they were on this mission in the first place.

The conversation lasted only a few moments longer though plenty of information was traded.

~You should go to the bridge now, The Herald and the Lord Protector’s patiences wears thin,~ Tenebris stated with somewhat forced amusement.

~Thank you for inviting me,~ Optimus sent his affection through as he gently pulled back, regained full awareness of his frame and unplugged.

“The others are awaiting us on Tenebris’ Bridge,” Optimus smiled at Wing, letting his frame recalibrate before moving.

“What just happened?” Wing asked, just a tad panicky, “everything went nuts a moment ago and then turned back to… normal, I think?”

“We learnt something about Ubrem Defensionis, where he is and his condition. Tenebris was decidedly not happy about what he learnt,” Optimus replied, fields reaching out to Wing, “We need to get to the bridge.” With that said Optimus started moving, knowing that Wing would keep up.

“Right,” Wing followed along, calmed but still uneasy.

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“Optimus!” Megatron’s voice boomed out over the bridge, and he started walking through the group gathered about him and Galvatron.

“Megatron,” Optimus returned the greeting calmly yet also warmly. “Galvatron,” Optimus also greeted their triad mate, cordially, his smile was for both of them.

“What happened?” Galvatron growled, though it was a fairly calm growl, and he did smile at Optimus as he kept pace with Megatron.

“Are you unhurt?” Megatron shot Galvatron a glare, ignoring the rest of the retinue trailing them.

“We learnt of Trypticon’s condition, location and a little of what has been happening with him in recent times. Suffice to say, Tenebris was not pleased. I am perfectly fine,” Optimus explained, answering the more important part first, of course he was unharmed. He knew that Tenebris would rather offline than harm him, especially at this crucial point.

“Trypticon, the prison?” Megatron frowned, trying to connect the dots of what he knew to figure out what the prison had to do with anything.

“The vessel of the Lord Protector is a prison?!” Galvatron boomed, outrage faily radiating from his field.

“Yeah, that was exactly Tenebris’ reaction.” Not on quite the same point, but the violent outrage was the same. “Now that Trypticon is awake he has ejected the guards and is caring for those wrongfully imprisoned. I have no idea if the Autobot council knew when they chose that name, or if it was another way to twist and skew the past,” Optimus nodded grimly, less surprised this time than he had been with Tenebris’ anger.

“It is sacrilege either way!” Galvatron very nearly roared, furious with these mech that ruled Cybertron. To violate a living being like that, there was no excuse for that, nor for warping something so badly that a defender became a prison.

“Galvatron. Stand down!” Optimus ordered firmly, though his fields and stance were calm. “We will have our chance to avenge him in due time. But that time is not now!” Just like with Tenebris, Optimus waited. Watching Galvatron with no hint of fear, nor of backing down.

Megatron turned to the other Warbuild, weary but not making any moves just yet. The other made a visible effort to gain his calm back.

Finally Galvatron’s armour slicked back down and he growled softly.

“My apologies, Prime, Protector, I do however feel it is imperative that we come to Trypticon’s aid as fast as is allowed us.”

“And for that we must continue towards Unicron and return to Primus with him. I feel that we do not know our true adversary yet and revealing our hand before we do, may ultimately spell disaster,” Optimus continued in the same firm tone, “Primus also assures me that Trypticon is recovering well given the circumstances.”

“As you say, Prime,” Galvatron nodded stiffly, though his animosity had nothing to do with the Prime, nor was it directed at the Prime. No he had some very different feelings about the Prime, but right now he was wrestling with the new information. No wonder Tenebris had reacted as he did.

“Speaking of,” Megatron said somewhat cooly, the cool directed towards the Herald and the Metrotitan, “am I going to be introduced to Tenebris?”

He had some words for the ship.

“Lord High Protector, Megatron, ah. If you exit the Bridge and turn left, Tenebris will lead you to his core. He prefers only one mech at a time in his core for audiences,” Shifter spoke up, Tenebris was amused and agreed to meet the Lord Protector properly.

“Of course he does,” Megatron rumbled, nodded to everyone and went on his way with determination radiating from every step.

“Prime,” Galvatron stepped closer to the small mech, only to have the two knights step slightly in front of him, he stopped and raised an optical ridge at them.

Optimus considered Galvatron, his manner towards himself and attitude towards Megatron.

“How did you come to acquire the title of Herald of Unicron?” Optimus asked, wanting to know a little about Galvatron first before making any type of decision concerning the mech.

“My colony was dying… it had been so for a while, for some reason our calls for help went unanswered and we could not use our space bridge. When all hope seemed lost Tenebris arrived, he carried us, the survivors, to Unicron. We pledged ourselves to him and his cause,” Galvatron gave a short version, a very, very short version of what had happened.

Optimus nodded, “That explains your presence here, but not how you became Herald.” Which was what he had asked.

“When we pledged ourselves to him he looked into our sparks,” Galvatron’s voice dropped into a purr, “he chose me to become his Voice, the defender of Cybertron.”

“Very much different to how I became Prime, though Primus also looked into my spark. I chose to make the journey down to him on the advice of old allies. And out of desperation. Things on Cybertron are nearing a breaking point,” Optimus admitted softly, “I was found worthy, and given the choice to accept.” Like Galvatron’s, his story was very much abbreviated.

“I chose Megatron for the role of Lord High Protector on advice from Primus, and by merit of being one amongst those who encouraged me to seek Primus.”

"It seems he was accepted by more than you, Prime, I saw the mark of both Unicron and Primus on him. He carries the weapons of his position," Galvatron drawled with some amusement.

"But the both of you will soon face my Lord, though I doubt he will test you much."

“That is so,” Optimus dipped his helm in acknowledgment. “I look forward to finally meeting Unicron. If I may? I am curious as to the nature of the connection you have with Unicron as his Herald?” Optimus inquired, in his searches through the histories that the Knights had, he had found nothing of this topic.

“Hmm,” Galvatron rumbled, though the sound was more thoughtful than intimidating as he half turned to look after the Lord High Protector.

“I am not certain how to answer you, my Prime.”

“I am in constant communication with Primus, to a greater or lesser degree. If I focus I can catch emotions and sometimes thoughts. I am simply curious about the differences between my experience with Primus and yours with Unicron,” Optimus shrugged, he knew that the Herald could not be called the Voice of Unicron for no reason.

“Ah, yes… Unicron is always with me,” Galvatron rumbled, almost softly, his optics darkening for a moment.

“I do not think it is quite like what you experience, carrying the Matrix. Nor as constant.”

“Unicron’s role is different from Primus's, therefore your role is also different from mine,” Optimus acknowledged. Relieved beyond words to have the direct confirmation of the connection to Unicron.

“That it is,” Galvatron agreed and turned to bark at the navigator on duty, he had his own orders in regards to Prime and Protector, miffed as he was by the last one already being there and apparently being close with the Prime. At least he wasn’t useless with a weapon!

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“It was enlightening, though I think he was more interested in knowing if I would fit with his… What are the Metrotians to each other? Siblings?” Megatron answered Optimus, though he was watching Galvatron with less hostility and more curiosity than before his little ‘talk’ with the ship they were still on.

Galvatron made a choking noise at ‘sibling’ but refrained from speaking up. A rare show of social manners from his end. Or perhaps just that he enjoyed laughing internally at the Protector for a bit.

“Ah, kinda, technically. But their relationship is not like that,” Optimus managed, trying not to laugh along with Primus, who thought that the Metrotitan’s acting as siblings was hilarious.

“Anyway, speaking of relationships. I need to talk with you and Galvatron privately. After you both are introduced to Lux,” Optimus stated seriously. Primus was pushing for this conversation, sooner rather than later.

Megatron’s expression pinched a little, whether to the amusement at his question or the new topic was debatable, but he agreed easily enough. Galvatron however seemed a bit more on the smug side, and challenging in a manner of speaking. Or at least his field was a bit forward and challenging in the way it reached to touch the Prime’s.

“I look forward to meeting Lux, Tenebris has very fond feelings for him,” the last was an unnecessary needling of the Protector, but Galvatron was only half aware of doing it.

Optimus shot Galvatron a warning look for the needle. He had no wish to constantly play referee between these two.

“If we are done here for now, let us get going,” Optimus decided to press forwards, Galvatron would likely not be quite so smug after the conversation that was coming.

Galvatron tilted his helm just slightly at the look, as if mildly perplexed at why it was levelled at him, but then nodded agreeably to the suggestion.

“Let’s,” Megatron half growled, annoyed, though it was a little better by the fact that Galvatron would be as new to Lux as he was. No advantage there!

With that Optimus did not wait. He had to keep some control with his Triad, or else they might never have full harmony as he wanted.

“Thank you for inviting and speaking with us, Tenebris,” Optimus smiled at the Voice, also a medic by his decals. A mech he intended to get to know better, later.

Galvatron and Megatron walked behind the Prime, it could have easily turned into a jostling match but both were adult mechs and old enough to realise that it wouldn’t earn them any points with anyone. That did not mean the urge wasn’t there and they kept opticking each other dubiously.

Wing was fairly glued to Optimus and Yevok wasn’t far behind. Tenebris had spooked them, no matter what explanations they’d been given.

Optimus worked with and allowed for the clinginess of the Knights. He was also expecting the Knights waiting for them at the door between the two Metrotitans. Dai Atlas and Axe no doubt reacted to what they felt and heard from Wing.

“What of Lux’s Voice?” Galvatron questioned once they had reached the other Metrotitan again. He was idly looking around, noting the openness of the ship, the artistry. It was also in Tenebris, and yet different. Not utilitarian but more uncompromising. Lux was a peaceful place, not helpless, but not made with attack or defence in processor. Tenebris was a showcase of strength, prowess and ability, his decor reflected that.

“I believe he will either meet us on the way, or at Lux’s core,” Optimus stated, half asking, glancing at the additions to their entourage for any indication if he was right.

“So he does have one,” Galvatron rumbled approvingly, “Tenebris only chose his very recently.”

“He was one of mine,” Megatron rumbled, “I saw the crest, I did not get to ask you what happened, Optimus?”

“We saw him briefly when we first met,” Optimus stated to Galvatron before nodding and glancing at Megatron.

“Yes, one of Shockwave’s agents, Bladecut, code name Dremel. He was one of the ones to help get me out of the citadel for the first part of my journey to Primus’s core. There are a few other agents too, and one of Shockwave’s Autobot agents and paramor Blurr, onboard,” Optimus explained, letting the pair know that it was not solely Knights with them from Cybertron.

“I see,” Megatron nodded, he trusted Shockwave implicitly, though the news of this Blurr was interesting…

“So he was not a knight… how long has he been online?” while Galvatron hadn’t seen it himself he had educated himself on the role of the Voice and knew that being chosen wasn’t always easy.

“A handful of orn. He woke the orn Tenebris contacted Lux,” Optimus replied, “Lux chose him as soon as he came onboard, shortly before we left Cybertron.” His tone was almost tender as he recalled the mech coming in, a mech he knew to be highly competent, looking so lost, but also like he had been found.

“I see, it is good he woke before Unicron arrived,” with that Galvatron seemed to lose interest in the conversation in favour of looking at the ship at large again.

“Why was he offline?” Megatron asked with an annoyed look at his purple counterpart.

“There are coding changes that take place, and a field born bond that needs to settle,” Optimus told what Primus explained to him. It made sense, especially if done fully through fields rather than an artefact like the Matrix.

“Field born bond?” Megatron asked incredulously. There were many kinds of bonds, but he had never heard of one being made with fields. Of course he had never believed beings as large as the Metrotitans were real either. Sparks big enough to power such a frame had to be huge and…

A ripple of pure amusement went over his own field and he only barely managed not to falter in walking. Ah… well, powerful fields indeed.

“Yes, the same type of bond, but far stronger, than the one you now hold with the Skyboom Shield and Star Saber. Or any Knight has with their great weapon,” Optimus smiled at the feeling of the great field, knowing that its strength meant they were nearing Lux’s core.

“Hmm,” Megatron reflexively looked at his arm, considering what he felt from the weapons. And that he did not think about it all that much. They were there, a constant low purr, but so intune with him that he hardly felt it as separate.

“Interesting.”

Galvatron smiled to himself, his own new addition giving him a rumbling sort of excited feeling that could mean many things. He chose to think of it as being happy, though he suspected it desired, like he himself did, connection with its others.

They met with Bladecut, Lux’s voice, just outside Lux’s core. Optimus greeted him with friendly familiarity.

“So how does Lux wish to do this?” That was a first priority to know. The spark chamber was a Metrotitan’s most vulnerable location, this meeting would be happening on Lux’s terms.

“He wants all of you in the core,” Bladecut lifted his helm a little, as if reminding himself that he represented someone that did not need to bow before Lord or Prime, and smiled nervously.

“Lux says that he isn’t going to play games…”

Galvatron rumbled with amusement at that, though he did wonder at the rather pointed way that was formulated.

Wondering the same thing Megatron tilted his helm in acceptance, turning slightly to Optimus to see his response.

“Lets not keep him waiting then,” Optimus smiled reassuringly at Bladecut, the Voice was still finding his confidence in his unexpected role.

The door opened smoothly for him as Optimus approached, he decided it best to let the Knights sort themselves out.

Wing and Yevok knew better than to go inside. Lux wouldn’t have shut them out as such, but this was not for them even if neither were entirely happy to leave the Prime alone after what Tenebris had pulled.

Protector and Herald stepped inside after the Prime, not hesitant, but reverently.

“Greetings Lux,” Galvatron spoke calmly, almost softly, as he faced the lifeforce of the Metrotitan.

“...” Megatron did not speak, he did not feel he needed to voice the greeting in his field, in his spark. Not when Lux was all around them, greeting them in turn, strong, bright and so caring it was… he imagined this was what it was like for a new spark before it separated.

Optimus settled into a comfortable stance once he was halfway into the chamber, letting his fields loose he locked his joints and entered a light Matrix trance, allowing Primus to reach out to Lux using the Matrix and his frame. He let Megatron and Galvatron do as they wished in greeting.

Lux washed amusement over Herald and Protector, reaching out to the Prime and his Creator through him. The smaller sparks were visible to him despite armour being in the way, he did not see with optics in here.

He greeted them, cradled them and connected with them. Let them feel his joy at the near completion of the Triad he and his beloveds had been Created to serve and protect.

Once Optimus felt ready he spoke, softly, “We know where Trypticon is, he is hurt, but recovering. Primus is looking after him as best as he is able.”

Lux gave a soft, pained response, laced with joy to know that while injured, Trypticon was still with them, and would be ready for them as well as he could.

“Once we have met up with Unicron, our next task will be to reunite with Trypticon, then our real challenges begin,” Optimus bowed his helm at the pain, but he could not have kept this from Lux and had no wish to either. Trust. Communication, they all needed to work together to have any chance. Optimus knew that what he was feeling was a mix of both his own and Primus’s emotions.

“Unicron will be glad to see you once more,” Galvatron spoke up, voice a little dreamy as he rested in the gentleness of Lux. It was very different to the touch of Tenebris, who’s spark he had only seen once. Nurturing… yes, Tenebris had qualities like that too, but they were deep within, underneath a more aggressive and proactive surface.

“Primus will welcome us all back.” Optimus spoke the words, though it was far more Primus speaking through him.

Megatron just rested in the moment, learning what he could and feeling truly welcome and understood for the first time in his life. An odd feeling indeed, but not one he would have done without. He did wonder if Trypticon would feel the same, since that Metrotitan was apparently ‘his’.

Lux brushed fond amusement over the Protector and just as fond joy over the Herald. But it was his Prime that he enveloped in a joyful feeling of unconditional love. His Prime, finally, finally, finally!

Optimus lent into the feeling, offering his own and the unfiltered feelings of Primus given through the Matrix.

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Optimus was calm and even more determined when they left Lux’s core.

“I would like to head back to my quarters. I have a need to have a private conversation with the Herald and Protector,” Optimus announced. It was still odd to him, but he fully trusted that what he asked for would happen.

“Of course, Lord Prime,” Wing spoke though it was clear he had mixed feelings on the subject. Not towards the mechs mentioned, but because of the recent spook.

Lux did what his kin found so naturally and had them outside the Primal suite in only a few moments.

Of the two bigger mechs only Megatron found it disconcerting, Galvatron knew only too well of this perk of living in a metrotitan.

Optimus nodded to the knights before leading the way into his quarters.

“Refreshments?” Optimus asked, partly to get both his guests comfortable before starting in on the needed topic.

“No,” Galvatron rumbled, opticking Megatron somewhat balefully.

“Thank you, Optimus, but I think talking is the priority,” Megatron opticked the purple mech right back, though he was more neutral about it.

Optimus nodded, settled himself comfortably before starting. “I know you have not said anything yet Galvatron, but it is apparent that you, like Megatron, wish to court me. This is fine, good even. Primus is pleased. I am pleased.”

Optimus sighed looking between both, “But it does create a potential problem, a big one. I will not have the two of you at odds with each other.” Here Optimus paused, giving them both a chance to add something before he announced what Primus told him was the solution

“I am sure we will be able to figure it out,” Galvatron looked at Megatron, as if expecting him to baulk at the idea of… well, him.

“What is it you want, Optimus?” Megatron did his best to ignore Galvatron, though he admitted it was hard, and that he had no clue how he felt about all of this.

“Don’t worry, Megatron, my feelings have not changed for you. But what I want, if it is possible, is for us to be a mated triad. For that I need to know that the both of you can not just tolerate each other, but find some common ground and work with each other on a personal level,” Optimus gave Megatron a soft smile which changed into a pleading look for them both.

The two Warbuilds opticked each other for a long moment.

“I anticipated a Triad,” Galvatron’s rumble was low, cautious, “I did not anticipate a Protector like him, you.”

“And I had little idea of what I was getting into at all… it does not change my feelings for Optimus,” Megatron frowned, but did it change anything else? He did not think so, but currently he couldn’t claim to say he liked Galvatron very much. Respected, hmm, somewhat yes, but not liked and there had to be some like for a functioning mating, didn’t there?

“I wish for both of you to hold off courting me until you have found a proper peace and understanding between the both of you,” Optimus stated softly but seriously, he did not want them to compete over him in any way.

Both Warbuilds immediately focused on the Prime with evident dismay. Neither was foolish enough to say the first thing on their processor. Though really it didn’t take a whole lot of imagination to guess what it might have been.

Then they looked at each other and finally, finally.

“As you wish, Optimus,” Megatron spoke first, and perhaps he sounded a little cold, but that was not meant for the Prime.

“Indeed, as you wish, Prime,” Galvatron on the other hand sounded hot, growly, angry, but again it was not directed at the Prime.

“Was there anything either of you wished to bring up?” Optimus asked, wanting time with his Triad but not sure how yet.

“I wish to know the story,” Galvatron took his optics off Megatron, plating slowly settling as he looked around for something to sit on.

“The history if you will, my colony lost contact with Cybertron long ago and travelling with Unicron has not taken us close, obviously.”

“What of your history? in more than bits,” Megatron countered, not belligerent, or at least not much.

“Of course. I have been studying that myself. Before accepting the position of Prime, I was an Autobot, and under their rule most of our history has been hidden or altered. Perhaps you could explain the basics of the Autobot/Decepticon war, Megatron? And I will follow with the current Cybertron?” Optimus suggested giving Galvatron a nod, pleased that he would seek out such knowledge.

“But we do wish to know more of you as well, Galvatron.”

“Very well,” Megatron said it like he was being asked to do something distasteful, but it was mostly because he was still irritated by the other Warbuild.

“During the golden age of Cybertron, an age of pace and prosperity, the Warbuilds got side tracked by society. Classified as dangerous, put in flight locks, then put to the dirty work, the mines, emerging to never know the skies. I emerged in the mines and I was a slave there until one orn I… lost my caretaker. I rebelled and a guard was killed, as punishment I was sent to the Gladiatorial arena. It has been said that the arena was once a place for Warbuilds to settle arguments, end mating games. Many things of a more benign nature, but when I came there they were slaughter halls. I survived, I became champion, and I… rebelled again.”

It was a very short and bleak version of the long violent history of his life. The life of any Warbuild emerging during the latter part of the golden age.

“I see. Or I do not see, but it is not a vision of a world I would seek out,” Galvatron said, showing reluctant respect in the tone he used. A warrior, a rebel… a champion he could respect.

“The Autobot version paints Warbuilds, the Decepticons, as evil, vicious beings bent on death and destruction. Autobots are created in batches and given a number and only get a name if they earn it. I was lucky in that respect having come from a colony world, however on the surface that world makes Cybertron look good in comparison. Despite there having been no war for many cycles, rationing and curfew are in place. Propaganda is everywhere. There is only liquid fuel for the masses along with mineral wafers or medical paste. Once you have a place in society you can’t move out of it. Outsiders of any kind, but especially organics do not visit and are actively feared,” Optimus recited as dispassionately as he could. He was truly coming to understand just how oppressive it all was.

“...” Galvatron looked down, a frown etched into the lines of his faceplates, there was nothing to answer to. It was a nightmare world to his people, whom Unicron had kept free.

“Our world was a colony world, out on the fringes of this Galaxy. I don’t think we had much connection to Cybertron, I was not part of the ruling body then. We were dying, a sickness, the sun dimming, fuel was scarce and… Yes, we were dying. Then someone answered our call for aid, Unicron came. He swallowed our world, and made us a home inside him. We thought we would all die but instead we were saved. He taught us of himself, his role in the Universe, his longing for his mate. We became his heralds, his Voices and I became the Herald. His Chosen one and was given Tenebris, or I was given to him. It is at times hard to tell the difference.”

Silence settled in, making the air vibrate with emotions of three em fields that all displayed the traumas of history. It did not matter what anyone thought of the other, because in many ways they had all experienced the same thing. Helplessness, fear, being caught in something one could not change. All of them had rebelled against it in some way, and won.

Optimus felt Primus reach out, He had remained silent while they had talked, but now was reaching to soothe the edges of pain. Optimus lent into the sensation, letting it seep into his fields and reach out to both Megatron and Galvatron. Any words he could think of fell short of the enormity of the moment so he remained silent.

There was something different in feeling Primus, the other half of his own God in the Prime’s field. Something that made Unicron lean on him, through him in a brief not touch. Unicron was not a comforting being as such, but he did have sympathy for his Creations pain, and pride to bestow on them for their rising above hardship.

Megatron felt… not overwhelmed, but certainly awed, and no little surprised at the cool but still, still loving? Touch that came through Galvatron. Different, but not alien, not distant.

Optimus leaned into the touch, given power through Glavatron’s fields. He had no need for anyone to tell him what it was. It gave him a measure of peace, a feeling of rightness.

“There is much still to say,” Galvatron rumbled, his voice almost soft, reluctant as if he did not want to disturb the commune, the rapport between their fields with his words. He did not, but they had things to speak of and words were needed.

“And much to share,” Megatron answered, looking more speculative as he gazed at the other Warbuild than annoyed now.

“Indeed,” Optimus sighed, finally settling into a seat. “So who would like to start?”