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The redirection of his attention from his spiralling anxiety to other matters certainly helped to finally break the poor little minicon out from his downward trend, but ultimately it was Rodimus’s words that completely derailed his thought processes. Toolbox blinked. He blinked again, and then properly comprehended what was said: previous Matrix of Leadership Holder.
Toolbox promptly fell back to his go-to protocol when faced with something that didn’t quite make sense - cross-referencing given information against his internal database. It was only a nanosecond later before he found the rather odd discrepancy between what Rodimus had said and what was written down (Mainly, that Optimus Prime was preceded by a Sentinel Prime, with no mention of a Rodimus anywhere).
‘Oh,’ he then thought distantly to himself, ‘I’ve let a crazy person onto the base. Oh dear.’
He blinked again. “I-I am. I’m not familiar with The Lost Light. What ship is th-that?”
"The Lost Light is my ship. Currently, we're on a transuniversal trip to find the Knights of Cybertron," Rodimus stated, finding no issue with what he was saying. It was the truth, and why he would speak anything less than that was beyond him. "Our main goal is to prove they exist, but also to bring them back to Cybertron. We want to restore Cybertron to a functioning society."
Of course, to Toolbox this was probably all a bunch of confusing statements one after the next. He didn't know Rodimus, nor did he know Roddy's friends. "Anyway, it's strange that you're stationed on Earth. I swore the humans kicked us off ages ago. Did something change?"
The more Rodimus spoke of finding The Knights of Cybertron and restoring Cybertron, the more Toolbox became convinced he had, in fact, allowed a crazy person into the base. He wanted to comment about how silly it was to go looking for Knights of Cybertron when Cybertron’s society was perfectly functional… but the more he tried to to think about the current state of affairs back on their home planet, the fuzzier the details were. He blinked.
Perhaps this stranger really was a transuniversal hopper that had wandered into this dimension somehow. The minicon studied him closely. “We are not stationed here formally, but rather are here by unfortunate circumstances. Our prison-ship, the Alchemor, crash-landed on this planet, and we must now locate our escaped charges. However, Team Prime has been here much longer than us.”
"Prime's here?" Rodimus questioned, raising an optic ridge sharply. "He seemed to wanna stay back on Cybertron while we were on our quest. He wanted to go back to his old police work, not that there were many bots to police there I guess.." He trailed off, shaking his head to get himself back on track. "The situation was serious enough to bring Optimus back here though? That's crazy.."
"I've never heard of the Alchemor, but if it's a prison-ship, it's important to get those convicts back! I'd be happy to help you guys, if you'd be willing to have me!"
Perhaps a crazy person… or perhaps there was more to Rodimus’s story. Toolbox studied him more closely, and the longer he focused (and the more his focus was shifted away from the ugly maelstrom of anxiety that broiled within him) the more he began to notice that Rodimus’s appearance also seemed strange. He couldn’t put a digit on it, but something about the angles of his armor did not seem like any typical Cybertronian style that was logged in his database.
And how could Optimus Prime possibly be back on Cybertron, when it remained a lifeless husk? Yet, the more he thought of Cybertron, the more fuzzy details became. Combined with all the inconsistent facts Rodimus had presented, the little minicon began to form a hunch.
“Do you know what the current cycle is?” He asked, his voice tentative. “Have you been near any, ah, singularities recently?”
"The current cycle?" that was a good question. Rodimus hadn't exactly been keeping track. It was hard to recall, so he simply chose to pull it up on his HUD. 94805.91 was what displayed to him. Though, he wasn't completely sure that was correct. Something about it felt wrong.
"94805.91 is the current cycle. Well, 72nd Cycle 2017," it came off the tongue so well, but something felt so wrong about it. 2017? He swore they were in at least the 3000's. He shook the thought away though. "As for singularities... I don't think so? But my ship's encountered a lot of them, so it's possible."
Well, that was the correct date. There was a pause as the minicon blinked. “Your chronometer must be off. It is 08:48 local time, not 20:48,” he pointed out. A twelve hour difference was not cause for worry, though, was it? Toolbox nevertheless still had a nagging feeling that there was still something off.
His spark chamber still felt tight, and there was a deep sense of exhaustion slowly seeping into his protoform. Perhaps this lingering sense of wrongness was due to the episode he’d just had.
“Your ship… It was called the Lost Light, yes?” Toolbox asked with another (albeit long, and a little bit drowsy) blink. “My internal database has no record of an Autobot ship with that name.”
Rodimus backpedaled for a moment. He had just stated it was 2017. There was no way that was correct. The Simanzi Massacre happened in 3178. There was no way it was only 2017. He narrowed his optics. “Wait, I take that back. That isn’t right,” sure, Toolbox had said it was merely a 12 hour difference, but that wasn’t the case. Something was off.
“It’s gotta actually be at least… 3810?” Rodimus guessed. “I can’t quite recall the actual year, but that’s gotta be at least approximately right. As for the Lost Light, it wasn’t an Autobot ship. It was a post-war precession of mechs trying to find the Knights of Cybertron.”
“3810?!” How a bot could be off on his internal chronometer so badly and not have noticed it before now eluded Toolbox, and he gaped at the larger bot. His befuddlement only grew further with Rodimus’s next outlandish assertion. “A post-war quest to find the Knights of Cybertron? That’s… that’s impossible! The war is still ongoing, and it’s lucky you came across an Autobot base before a Decepticon patrol got a hold of you. And the Knights of Cybertron… aren’t they just myth?”
There was no doubt in his mind now that Rodimus was a rather displaced time-traveller, though he might not recall just how it had happened. Another thought then came to him, and Toolbox waved his stubby servos up at Rodimus with an almost frantic air.“-Wait, no, don’t tell me anything else, you could violate the Temporal Prime Directive and cause a time paradox!”
"Temporal what?" Rodimus narrowed his optics for a moment. "The Knights are technically a myth, but we're trying to find them and prove that they're real. We're hoping that they can bring Cybertron back to its Golden Age. The war really did a number on the planet, and its citizens."
When Toolbox asserted that the war was still in the makings, Roddy was really taken aback. "Wait, wait, the war isn't over?! You guys are still fighting?" That was disorienting and actually scary.
“Temporal Prime Directive!” Toolbox repeated, his voice pitching slightly higher in alarm: what was the protocol for dealing with time-displaced Autobots anyhow? He didn’t know, which made him begin to fret again - only this time it was not the kind of fretting that lead to meltdowns, but the professional kind of fretting that had him fidgeting and wringing his stubby digits. “A directive stating that any time travelers should avoid revealing details of the future in the past so as to avoid changing the course of history.”
Goodness, should he even be talking to Rodimus right now? Toolbox fretted even more. It wasn’t like he could make the other bot sit in quarantine to avoid temporal paradoxes from forming.
“Well- yes. Yes, we are still fighting. This is the Scrapyard Base, one of the few secret Autobot outposts on this planet. We try to keep a low profile so as to avoid detection by the Decepticons.” An idea came to him then. “Do… Do you know Optimus Prime? Is Optimus Prime still in the future? He is currently at Autobot Outpost Omega One. We’ve been working to undermine Decepticon activity and protect this planet… though, not without… losses.”
Rodimus was a little baffled as to what he should even say. "Well.... where I come from, the war is over. I mean, that isn't to say Autobots and Decepticons are exactly...best friends. But we're making it work! My ship, the Lost Light was a ship designated to house both factions, and even neutrals. We all have a common goal," he said, contemplating what to say next.
The question of Optimus Prime was a loaded one. Of course Rodimus knew Optimus. Optimus had been his mentor, but he was also guilty of having looked the other way while Nyon was sucked dry by the previous Prime. It was...difficult to really think of how he felt. "Optimus Prime is still in the future. Actually, where I'm from he annexed Earth against their will. Is that happening here?"
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