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Chapter 4

A/N Note : [ ] is talking in Whisper.

He typed away the notes over the datapad in his hand, digits flying over the keys smoothly while writing the reports for the day. He skims through them expertly, sorting them between levels of urgency. He pauses briefly as the silent peds inched closer to the door. He already knows who was coming through even before receiving the ping in his systems.

" Evening, Minimus." Longarm greeted him formally as he approached the smaller mech's desk. " Has anyone else come in?"

" Good Evening, Sir Longarm Prime. Councilmen Alpha Trion and Perceptor have arrived several breems ago. I suggest knocking first." The green minibot suggested passively to the Autobot Head of Intelligence, or so he would seem to be.

" Of course, thanks." His ruby optics never left the data pad as Longarm moved passed him and into the meeting room.

:: Many thanks, my friend.:: Alpha Trion privately commed him.

:: We take care of our own.:: He returns simply before pausing again and soon comes in the Magnus himself followed by his second and a few other members of the council to attend their meeting.

" Hey, secretary-bot!" The big chinned Prime scowled down at him. " Call for some refreshments for us." Minimus said nothing, not that he could as the blue Prime had already walked through the doors of the other room. His ruby optics catches the next report, reading it as quickly as he skimmed through the others but taking every detail. The core levels are becoming unstable, again. Venting, he adds it to the list of growing concerns on Cybertron along with the energon shortages, blips in global temperature, wild mechanoid sightings increasing at the areas close to the borders of the Rust Seas and his personal favorite, toxins from the factories are leaking into the environment. If this was karma, it was well deserved on the council's side. A ping from his systems pulls him from his thoughts and he pulls up his personal data pad. The message surprised him for a moment before he returned to his usual neutral expression.

' We're all going to die at this rate.' He thought to himself before tucking away the data pad, noting to discuss it with the others later.

:: What has occurred?:: Alpha Trion asked him through the comms.

:: Some of the Jacks on the outer rim of the galaxy have reported a possible threat.::

:: To the Autobots?::

:: To Cybertron.:: There was a long pause on the other end, neither side showing any sudden changes from the moment they communicated.

:: Refuge efforts?:: The ancient bot inquired.

:: The other Jacks have been checking on any possible planets that could harbor all of our kind. At least temporarily.:: Minimus reported.

:: Including the war frames, I presume.::

:: No less.:: The green bot finished sorting the pile and leaned into his seat with a sigh. :: Deadlock is en route to the planet we lost Skyfire. He says it should be worth looking into. It's well hidden and the organic life would make us untraceable.:: Silence. :: Any sign of them?::

:: Not yet.:: The hope was fleeting.

:: It's been 50 stellar cycles, Alpha Trion.:: The silence made him more uncomfortable than he thought. :: We will inform you regarding any possible changes. My shift's over, 'til all are one.::

:: 'Til all are one.:: The ancient bot replied after a breem.

Minimus exits the building, optics hidden behind a blue visor to keep bots from assuming him a Decepticon. He passes by a small group of protestors, some of them were holding up signs demanding equal access to more energon, some about the weather and the minibot had no doubts this will continue as long as the council goes on the way they have for millions of years. 

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Optimus sat silently on the medical berth with his hot fuel in hand, mask disengaged as the huge frame loomed over next to him. The white bot had red accents along his wings and servos, a similarly icy pair of blue optics as the Prime. A shuttle-former, an old model at that. Like other war frames, they were exiled from Cybertron too but not this one. Shuttles aren't anymore common than half breed insecticons. " So they're all..." The shuttle trailed off, the remaining question caught in his vocalizer.

" Some made it off planet relatively before the council sealed the tunnels." He took a small sip, the hot oil cooling down the moment it touched his glossa. " This is probably not the easiest thing to wake up to." A small dry chuckle escaped the shuttle's intake.

" No, but we've always thought the council would try something. Didn't know it took them this long to enact it though." The shuttle sighed. " Though it surprised me when I woke to see you wearing the badge. You didn't have to remove it, you know."

" Well, it's less for you and more...for me." He ran a hand through his face plate. Skyfire gave him a sympathetic look and placed a reassuring hand on the young Prime's shoulder. " [Thank you.]"

"[ Hey, we take care of our own. Remember?]" The Prime smiled, it had been ages since he's spoken in Whisper with another Tunnels Mech. It'd been much longer since he's seen another Ice Mech. "[ So, when are you going to tell your team?]" Oh, frag.