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This planet was perfect. Once the Lost Light got close enough, Perceptor was able to get a proper scan of the planet. Energon compound; perfect to fill their reserves. Gravity; perfect to hold the ship in orbit. Weather; nothing that would be considered a problem. Then the best part, no known sentient life.
Once Rodimus read over the scan and handed it off to the other high command members, they agreed within the day. This planet is perfect for a mass shore leave, a very needed one at that. The very thought of being able to drive freely again made Rodimus engine rumble and imminently confirmed the route to get to their paradise.
Rodimus' joy couldn’t even be dimmed by the mountain of paperwork high command needed to process before hitting the planet. He and Megatron were working through the science reports and mechanical reports. Making sure all materials were accounted for and that each department had an approved list of materials they could take from the planet to repair was needed.
Minimus had also requested that they go over the roster of who was wanting to leave for overnight stays, who was going to be on transport trips when, and whatever was in the report he had built up.
Said beastformer was on Command deck duty and Rodimus was proud that he was going without his armor more often. He was still the same mech but it was nice to see the real mech under it all.
Rodimus was pulled from his thoughts when he got another comm call from Drift. Letting a puff of air from his vents, and denied the call.
“Do you need to step out and answer that?” Megatron asked from his side of the desk. Looking over his last report he was working on before calling it an end to his work cycle.
“I’m really close to being down, like… three pads close. I will call him back when I get down. But if I don’t finish this now I won’t get it done and I’m on a roll.” Rodimus whined, even though his spoilers said he was really just joking around. Signing though one he moved on to the next one. Weather Pattern Overview, Rodimus let his helm roll back as he groaned.
Megatron looked over and was about to reach for one of the last two in Rodimus' pile. “I’ve finished my reports, if you allow me to help we will be done in only a moment.” He finished right as Rodimus playfully swatted out his out reached servo.
“Nope! I’m getting through this. Besides, it will give y’all time to set up for movie night!” Rodimus grabbed the last two reports and put them on his lap. Making sure they are out of reach of the grey mech.
“If that is the case, then I am done for the cycle. Minimus messaged me that the night crew has arrived and he has been apprehensive of his duties.” Standing, he gave Rodimus a warm smile. After a few moments turning to meet up with his partner.
Turning to face Rodimus one more time as the door slid open, “Are you sure you don’t want any more help?”
Rodimus gave him a shoo motion as he continued to look over the data pad in his servo. “Nope, I’m almost done, thank though!”
Megatron turned to the open door and barely avoided the two mechs standing there. Both were clearly stunned with the interaction they watched. Giving them both a nod of his helm, clearly trying and failing at hiding the displeasure of seeing the two white and red mechs. Giving them a passing glance as he walked past, making his way to meet up with his Minimums.
“Oh Drift, Ratchet, please come in.” Sitting at the captain's desk, Rodimus reminded himself he could do this. He had to face them eventually and put a stop to this. They were just two bots, bots he had a history with but he was their Captain and that's what matters. Folding his hands, he gave them a nod “How can I help you both?”
Rodimus didn’t know why he threw the data pad, he didn’t even realize he was still holding the weather report. He hadn’t been prone to anger in a very long time, sure sass and disrespect, but not outright anger. He was standing, he felt warm, his spark was spinning too fast.
Why did this hurt so much, he was over this over them. But knowing they thought it was more and still treating him the way they did? He couldn’t focus, couldn’t vent properly. He tried to contact someone but his hud was covered in errors and warners.
He stumbled around the desk, making it only a few steps before falling to his knee guards. Heat filled his frame, flames itched to come from his vents. Tears not even making it down his face guard as they evaporated. He need to calm down, he hadn’t flamed out in stellar cycles and he wouldn’t let himself today.
Megatron and Minimus both rushed in and were met with a wall of heat. Tittering on the edge of combustion. Rodimus looked up and barely recognized them, letting out an anguished cry. His wounded spark being opened again at the new information played on loop in his helm. Placing his helm on the floor, he finally started to cool down. Letting it out, the hurt, the heat, he finally let what he had with them go.
Megatron inched forwards and sat next to Rodimus, feeling the heat slowly dispersing from the space. “They thought they were dating me…” Was all Rodimus whispered out.
Not a moment later, he felt two sets of arms wrapped around him. Silent support as he cried though it all on the floor.
After a long silence, Minimus spoke, “Rodimus, what happened?” Cupping Rodimus’ helm and moving it to look at him and Megatron.
Rodimus sat up and wiped his face away. Voice quiet, “They thought we were all in a relationship. They didn’t talk to me, thought I wanted to be distant from the lovey covey stuff.”
Megatron couldn’t help the scoff that came from his voice box. Rodimus wanted to be spoiled, to be taken care over. He wanted the attention, those two idiots.
As they were all getting off the floor and wiping tears, the door slid open. Rodimus looked over and was relieved to his Thunderclash. Leaving the pair, he walked over to the colorful mech and wrapped his arms around his chest. Digging his faceplate into the other chest plate.
“I passed Ratchet and Drift in the hall, they both looked pretty out of it. I had an inkling they came from talk with you.” Wrapping his arms around the smaller mech, trying to shield him from this universe. “Are you okay?”
Rodimus just nodded and looked up. Wrapping his arms around the other neck and pulling him down for a kiss and then hiding himself in Thunderclash's neck cables. “I’m going to be fine. I’m so happy to have you.”
Thunderclash looked up at the other pair and gazed at them with a questioning look. “Will I get filled in later?” Receiving a nod from them all, lets out a vent. “Then let’s get to movie night and forget about tonight?”
With a quick shift, Thunderclash picked Rodimus up. Supporting him with a servo behind his back and under his legs. Keeping Rodimus face hidden, not wanting the others to know he felt tears rolling down his armour. “Lead the way.”