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[knightoflight]

Who: The Cybertronians and anyone else who might be nosy as to what all the large robots are doing together because why not.
What: Sharing resources houseparty?
When: Shortly after the robot network post excitement
Where Green 6, aka Wing's Swingin' Bachelor Pad

After Drift's post, Wing realized that as a knight, he had a mission, to help his people come together and find a way to coexist. Or else.  And Drift had mentioned that they should pool resources.  So, after double-checking with Drift, Wing sent a small message to each of the Cybertronians on the station to please meet him, this evening, in his quarters.

He wished food wasn't such a consideration here, because he felt bad not being able to lay out a spread of food for hospitality.  Maybe they would all bring their own?  He can hope. He has his few flight grade fuel rations on a table, just as, well, something.

As it is, he has soft music and subdued lighting, hoping they might defuse any, well, interpersonal tensions. 

He stood by the door to greet his guests, with a silent prayer to the whole Guiding Hand, that this went well. 

((OOC: This is a general robot shindig meet and greet and hopefully not punch each other.  Feel free to post a header for your character for others to tag into--anywhere in Wing's quarters or the hallway or whatever; mess with his stereo, steal his towels, show up early, fashionably late, whatever you want!  And of course, non-Cybertronian partycrashers welcome!)) 

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Wing

[knightoflight]

Wing was on host duty, anxious that this went well. It was a tough circumstance, but maybe the fuel issue would be just the pressure they all needed to realize that the only path to success was one of unity and cooperation.

He was keeping a watchful optic--he hoped watchful enough--on the gathering, and if he caught someone's gaze, he would offer a smile, and ask if they were having a nice time.

[alwaysadrift]

Drift feels a little bad, maybe, for wrangling Wing into this. Having a neutral party host makes sense though right? Plus Wing is...Wing. And if anyone is going to handle this with grace it's the knight among them.

Speaking of grace, or perhaps the lack thereof, Drift ambles up to Wing and offers a grin. He's also offering his own rations to add to the pool, though those find their way onto the table of their own accord; thanks so much, gravity! Yeah, that trying to look casual thing he was going for? Not workin' out so well.

"Just, err, o-offering my supply. I hope it helps." For all its wobble, the grin doesn't falter entirely though. "Thank you. For hosting I mean."

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[knightoflight]

Drift shouldn't feel bad: Wing's honestly glad he can find a way to help, something to do.

"Of course it helps, Drift. Every bit does." His pinions relax as Drift approaches, the other's grin kindling a matching one on his own face. The swordsmech's adroit tossing of the rations was a charming bit of showing off, which Drift absolutely had earned. And it was flattering, Wing thought, to be shown off to.

"Thank you for suggesting it, Drift. We all need to come together--we're all Cybertronians, and we need, I think, to really see that."

[alwaysadrift]

That makes two of them then, because aside from this, Drift's a little at a loss on how to help out around here. Now that the baddies are all gone and there's not much sword swinging to do, there's not much else for him to offer.

"And we need every bit, now." That matching grin gives him hope though: they can be in this together right? He's not alone anymore. And if Drift makes achievements in showing off when not even trying, actual bona fide attempts might end in true disaster.

"I just. I don't want to see anyone suffer. Ya know...." A shrug, he doesn't need to go into detail grisly right?

[knightoflight]

They will figure it out. They just need to have faith that this step will lead to another, then another. The gods never reveal all their plans at once.

"We need more than just fuel, though, Drift. We need each other." In anyone else's mouth that might have sounded impossibly saccharine. Wing, though, has better shot of pulling it off through the sheer powers of Sincerity.

"I know. There's already been too much suffering for our kind. And this time, well, the organics could be hurt."

[alwaysadrift]

That's right, and keep moving forward. That's what Drift always tried to tell himself. Even if...he didn't know precisely where he was going.

But here, at least, he's not doing that alone.

And that might sound impossibly saccharine to any other, more jaded, mech. But to Drift? It's like music, a veritable chorus of truth and togetherness. "We do...." Also he might, for one mooning moment, not be including ANYone else in that 'we'.

But OOPS, right, there are other Cybertronians here he's supposed to be sharing this with. *COUGH*

"There is, I want to make up for some of that. Even in just this small way," Oops, he might be living in the past a little there. HABIT. "That's the last thing I want, for anyone to get hurt."

[knightoflight]

One never knows where one's going, just where to place the next step.

Wing's just fine with that 'we' meaning whatever Drift needs it to. He's certainly starting to hope something the same.

"Drift, you have nothing to make up to to anyone. Just follow your spark." It's not as easy to do as it sounds, but he suspects Drift already knows that.

[alwaysadrift]

He's often figuring that out mid-step, wobbling as he goes, but it's still moving forward right? Heck, even falling on your face is moving forward technically.

Drift is just, uh, trying to be more graceful than that. Around Wing especially.

"I am. Rather, I'm trying. Things are...hard to interpret sometimes." His fingers do a nervous, thoughtful little shuffle in front of him for a moment, but then he looks up at Wing again, expression pensive but hopeful. "Could I ask a favor, sometime? Uh, privately?" *COUGH*

[knightoflight]

Any motion made with an open spark is a good one, Drift.

Uh, he doesn't mean that literally.

"That is where hope and faith come in, Drift. They are always your bridges between points." It's always been true for Wing, everything simple and sure.

"Of course, Drift. You could ask me anything."

[alwaysadrift]

Yeah, best not say that out loud or he's going to take it all kinds of wrong and embarrass himself.

"Yes. It's...sometimes all have between points..." And that's only a recent development for Drift. He wanted be believe after Crystal City. But true faith didn't really come until after Vector Sigma.

"Ah, well," he shifts, trying for a touch more privacy, his voice dropping. "Something happened back on Cybertron at the end of the war. I...had. An experience. Deciding what it means though..." His hands go out, an expression of his uncertainty. Drift doesn't know if Wing can help him, but if there's any chance, he wants to take it.

[knightoflight]

Well, perhaps later in private, then, though Wing honestly is still not sure how welcome such an overture would be on his end. Drift has so many friends and connections now, and Wing's so pleased and proud, but he's not quite sure, well, that there's room for him.

"Drift?" The gold optics glimmer, one hand reaching for Drift's, regardless of the fact there might be witnesses. "You have so much more than hope."

"What happened? I can't promise the answers, but I can listen, and try to help." And maybe that will be something? Wing isn't quite sure Drift is used to being heard.

[alwaysadrift]

If Drift knew how to make such an overture himself, and actually be classy about it because Wing deserve nothing less, he would have done it already. So needless to say, he will be trying very, very hard to be present in the jet's life so there are plenty of opportunities for inspiration to strike.

That also means plenty of chances to prove he's an idiot but well, uh, he's a risktaker right?

Right now might be one of those times.

If the hand is offered, he takes it gladly, his EM field fuzzing with a tentative new hope brought by those words. "I...I do?" In fact he's so busy with that he utterly forgets the other topic they were talking about. He's just sort of moonily staring. Sorry, what?

what is even going on in that icon XD

[knightoflight]

"Of course you do." Wing grins, half-oblivious to the mooning look. "You have strength and power and generosity and a bright, pure spark." He knows, Drift, he's entirely confident. His fingers curl around Drift's, just as the smile spreads over his face. "You have so many friends here already. That is no small thing." Especially compared to Drift had so few friends before.

[rodders]

If anyone was to ask Rodimus if he's sulking, he'd deny it outright. He doesn't sulk. What he does is something that looks close to sulking and is mostly just picking a ration packet off the table before heading to find Drift and drag him away from whatever he was doing. Or at least that's the plan until he makes the mistake of looking at the one mech he didn't know. A nice time? And was he having one?

"Wing, right?" Drift had mentioned that's who'd be hosting this little get together. While being more Drift about it than he'd seen him about most things here. "I guess. For being suck someplace facing the risk of starvation with Megatron."

See? Absolutely not sulking and putting his best foot forward. Like one does.

[knightoflight]

Rodimus might think he's sulking, but well, Wing has seen Drift sulk, back in Crystal City, and sorry to say, Rodimus, there's no contest.

"Yes, Wing." He turns up the wattage on his smile. "It's good to meet you." He knows who Rodimus is, at least through Drift. How many mechs with flames could there be? "Megatron seems reasonable to me?" He's not arguing--yet. He's had only one conversation with him. "Do you know know something I don't?"

[rodders]

"Yeah," He can't help but smile back slightly, finally giving the other a solid look. Something-- something about Wing seems familiar, as if he's seen something similar in mass quantities recently. It'll come to him eventually. Maybe.

But that changes to squinting, because is this other guy for real? "You mean besides the fact he's Megatron?" Rodimus thought that one would have been obvious. It's not every day you end up in a confined space with the leader of the side you've been fighting for four million years and even more rare that he's not only talking like he's an Autobot but the captain of his ship. Or whatever 'our crew' was supposed to imply.

[knightoflight]

Wing is, actually, for real. Very real.

"I know, but back in the beginning of the war Megatron was certainly no worse than, say, Zeta Prime." Honestly, in his mind, Autobots are just as culpable as Decepticons. "And the war is not here. In fact, he says the war is over."

[rodders]

Something in his face twitches at the mention of Zeta Prime, mouth twisting unpleasantly. "Zeta was stopped. Megatron wasn't." He hasn't forgotten Nyon. He'll never forget Nyon. "It is, yeah. But he says he stood trial and somehow he's still here with an Autobrand? How's that supposed to work out for everyone, except poorly."

There's no way this is going to end well as far as he's concerned.

[knightoflight]

"And that is how both sides always viewed it: stopping one mech. Not solving the problems that caused the mech to act." Like the injustice that had been, at one point, at the base of Megatron's speeches.

[rodders]

If anything, Rodimus doesn't feel like getting a lecture from someone he doesn't even know. His frown deepens, gaze locked on a point that's anywhere but near Wing. "Kinda hard to stomp on injustice when you're trying to keep someone from taking over." And not everyone decided that overthrowing the corrupt government and installing oneself as leader was the right thing to do, alright.

Sometimes you've just got to throw bombs at the man.

[knightoflight]

"The ones in power, that I remember, didn't shy away from violence themselves. Rather than hear out Megatron's followers' objections, they tried extermination. Neither side was right. And when we left, the planet was paying a price. How does one get victory from ashes?" Sorry, he's all about lecturing people about the war. A few million years in the echo chamber of Crystal City have made him pretty confident about this.

[rodders]

"The ones in power weren't the Autobots that rose up later, so you can stop acting like we're completely to blame for it. You know, the good guys." Seriously, Wing. He doesn't understand why this is so hard or why the other is insisting on dragging this out. "And that's what I'm supposed to be doing - finding the Knights so they can come back and we can have our Golden Age again."

He's too young to remember the bad parts of it, or the results of it, or anything that might actually indicate that a Golden Age was far more trouble than it's worth. He just knows that it's something everyone thought of fondly, that everyone wants to go back to, because it has nothing to do with war. They were great, the greatest. He wants that back for everyone.

[knightoflight]

"But they used the same methods: violence to match violence, and the planet became a conflagration. A new force that took the same role against the Senate's enemies." Just a change of roster, really, and the planet had paid the price.

"Your quest is on hold, while you're here." As is everything, Wing thought. "But if you truly want a Golden Age, truly want peace, you can practice it here."

[rodders]

"Right, because the Decepticons would have thrown down their guns the moment we did instead of killing us." Yeah. That wasn't likely to happen at all - not even at the very beginning. "I'm not trying to kill him, aren't I? But if he makes one wrong move, if something happens to anyone here--" Then he knows who's responsible. He won't let people die just because some white mech decided that they should put four million years of war behind them without even a hint of apprehension about it being Megatron.

He shifts, scowling more when it suddenly dawns on Rodimus where he's seen the sort of mechs that Wing reminds him so strongly of.

"You're from the Circle of Light, right? Dai Atlas' group."

[knightoflight]

"Well...no." Don't ruin his flowery talk with reality, Rodimus. "But you've seen what meeting force with force has done to all of you. All of us."

"If something happens to anyone here, the rest of us need to come together and decide what should be done." Groupwork: who doesn't love it?

But the next question takes him flatfooted. "...you know Dai Atlas? You've seen him?" He wants to ask if he's alive but, well, he can't make the words come out of his mouth.