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[There is some heavy scuffling and a solid CLUNK.]

You're Optimus, right? One of them? The one with the newbuilds from Earth? ~~How did there end up so many of you.~~ Love a family bot. The young ones are a bit different when they aren't being thrown into a war at first crack of the optic...

Aaaaaaaaaaanyways. Know anything about Nexus Crystals?

[he jumps a little bit at the volume of the beginning of the message, but otherwise frowns and sets his comm device on the desk in front of him to listen while he arbitrarily sorts some datapads.]

I am indeed one of the Optimus Primes. [still weird. not the weirdest, but still weird.] Yes, the Terrans.

[he doesn't really comment on the part about war, because that's a whole thing he isn't going to discuss with anyone.]

Hmm... I've heard of them, but I must admit to a failing in geology. [as far as he's aware, they were named after the prime, and that's about it.] I've never actually seen or studied one. Have you come across one?

Yeah, found it when I went to the mall with Soundwave. The medics got removed from my hand easy enough and now it's really amped up my rifle.

[A pause.]

I can show you, if you want.

Ah, it... went into your hand?

[that's horrifying. also, not extremely surprising, considering how prime-related stuff generally tends to go? seeing as his experience is the matrix, which bonded to his chest and the emberstone, which created sleeves bonded to mo and robbie malto's arms.]

If you wish. You have used it to modify your rifle?

More like it replaced my hand. But it's fine. It's all fixed now. Just made me a bit tired for a bit.

But yeah, added it to my sniper rifle. It's supposed to make those fancy great weapons, right? I'm not really a sword guy so I just added it to my gun. Might as well, right?

I can come to you if you want, or I'm just in my room if you want to meet me here.

Uh. [okay.] Alright.

[it takes him a moment to reply, as he isn't usually the kind of person people message on a whim to invite out.]

No, no, I don't want to intrude on your personal space. If you wish to show it to me, then the training room is the safest option.

[...he does kind of want to see the crystal. can't lie.]

[Right, that made sense, he doesn't want anything going off in his room. He's worked hard on it.]

Training room it is! Be there in a few!

True to his word, he's reached the room in a matter of minutes. He has his rifle out, waiting for Optimus as he inspects the gun and the crystal now set inside it like it was always meant to be there.

It's easy to hear Optimus's clomping before he arrives on the scene-- those taller mechs have a certain gait about them. He slips in through the door when it whooshes open, glancing around the room to see if his other counterpart is present. Seems like he isn't, though it wouldn't have been a problem.

"Shotlock, right?" he asks, tilting his head. "Ah, and your prized possession."

He looks down to the dummies lined up, then back to Shotlock.

"How does the crystal improve the performance?"

Shotlock straightened up as Optimus entered. Oh, wow, he was big. For as much as he was aware of the Prime's presence on the ship, he hadn't actually been this... close. Shotlock barely reached his waist.

Frag.

"Yep, that's me!" he said, not hiding the way he gave Optimus a decent once over. It was like that was easy to hide anyways, with the size difference.

"So I still have my original rifle. But this one I got from the crystal. It's tethered to my spark I guess. Which is cool cause now I can't loose it. But it definitely makes the gun stronger. More damage, easier to use, faster to fire. Stuff like that. At least I assume, I haven't actually had a chance to try it out."

He shifts to turn towards one of the targets. "Wanna see? Give me a target, the further the better."

Optimus does indeed not notice, and probably would not have even if he was able to see it. He has a slight blind spot, you see...

He tilts his head at what Shotlock says, one of his finials going down as he considers this. Is that a basis for weapons upgrades? Primes leaving random crystals that attached themselves to sparks?

"Try that one near the back," he says, pointing. "And... please don't start on the highest setting. If you aren't truly sure of the capabilities of this crystal..."

Shotlock takes note of the target that Optimus indicated and nodded. He could hit that, easy.

"I'll go easy, don't worry, just for you." He gives a wink and positions himself, lining up and firing.

The shot does some massive damage, but there is a throb in Shotlock's chest that makes him gasp. Sharp and sudden, it's gone as quickly as it came.

He rubs at the spot over his spark chamber with a frown before turning to Optimus.

"Cool right? Should we turn it up a notch?"

When he turns to face Optimus, he might be surprised to see the giant mech kneeling down, quite close.

"No. I think you should go to the medibay. Come, I will attend with you."

Shotlock is definitely surprised. He takes a step back giving an amused snort. He reaches up, patting Optimus' arm.

"I appreciate the concern but I'm not sure where it's coming from. It was one shot and I'm not injured. Are you feeling alright?" He shifts a little to squint into Optimus' optics.

Oh, man, his optics sure are intense up close. His finials move up and down as Shotlock pats his arm, and he looks from the hand back to his face.

"I'm quite alright. My concern simply lies in the fact that anything connected to the Primes that makes you react in such a way warrants investigation into making sure any integration into your systems happened safely," he says, so infuriatingly earnestly and with such concern. "I would know."

Shotlock sighs as if it's been a hard battle but he's finally convinced.

"Alright. You are a prime so you would know best after all. I'm telling you it was only a cramp, but how about this. We can make a deal. I'll show off a few more shots, we can get a better test of what this thing can do and then if things get too bad, you can take me where ever you want and dote and fret on me to your spark's content. Sound good?"

He hadn't removed his hand from Optimus' arm, but his gaze has softened.

"I mean, it's better to get as much information as we can for the medics, if that ends up being necessary, after all."

He pulls back suddenly, standing back up, almost like he'd suddenly become uncomfortable with the contact. It's not clear what part of what Shotlock said inspired this reaction.

"Mmmnn..."

Shotlock has a point, but he doesn't like this. Not at all. Optimus deliberates, then shakes his head.

"No, I am not risking any degree of spark pain for weaponry data. You go and get a scan, then if you get the all clear you do as much as you want."

Shotlock frowns, his charm not working as well as he would have hoped. He feels kind of bad with the suddenness at which Optimus pulled away, but he isn't sure what set the Prime off.

He gives a bit of a puppy-dog type look, both hands now back on Penumbra for sake of finding something to do with them.

"One more shot, and then I promise I'll go get checked out. You can come with me and make sure that I do it and everything."

"Mmmmmmmmnnnngh..."

It's not clear if it's the puppy-dog eyes or the promise, but Optimus sighs, then takes a step back.

"One more."

Shotlock resists the urge to give a little air punch of victory and instead gives a little nod of his chin and turns back to the target.

He Lines the shot up, steadying himself, bracing himself, not just for the usual kickback, but for that punch to his spark he had with the last shot.

Instead of the easy shot he took before, he focuses in on the target, a small, specific spot.

He pulls the tricker.

The punch is harder this time, it hits and holds on for a quick, throbbing second. Then it is gone. Just like it before. It leaves him feeling a touch dizzy.

He doesn't waver, he swallows a gasp, but he can't hide the flinch in his expression.

He is still well on his feet, but he does feel a bit like maybe he's been through an intense race while low on energon.

Shotlock takes in his shot. Right on target. He could only imagine what that would do to an actual enemy. He turns and grins at Optimus. "See? Don't need to worry so much. Nice shot, huh? We should try moving targets next."

Optimus spends the entire time watching Shotlock, instead of where he manages to shoot. He doesn't even glance over to see if he hit the target, as it's clear where his concern is.

"Yes, very nice. You're a veritably sharpshooter. Now, let's go to the medibay," he says, moving around between Shotlock and the targets to make the non-optional part of this very clear. "I will call ahead and let them know we will be there soon."

Shotlock frowns. Seems an Optimus was an Optimus was an Optimus. He had been hoping to convince the Prime to let him weasel out a few more shots, but his charm apparently only worked so far with an Optimus' determination for concern.

He sighs and puts Penumbra away and rubs at his chest, over his spark chamber again.

He wasn't exactly a stranger to the medbay, he used to go pretty regularly before Hot Shot. He still goes, just not as often. Still, he was having fun showing off his new gun and Optimus has seemed legitimately interested in it at first.

This was a good opportunity though, and Shotlock reached out and grabbed Optimus gently by the lower arm. "You'll come with me right? And stay?" He wasn't trying to be manipulative, not maliciously, but he did put maybe a little more stress in his voice then what he was actually feeling.

"Oh, I--" he starts, then stops, his optics spinning as he's clearly quite surprised by it. Optimus ducks, putting his hand over Shotlocks with that horrifically sincere and genuine care for his safety. "Of course."

He gives his hand a pat, then straightens up again. "I am sorry if you dislike medibays, but this is the best course of action for you to take. It could be affecting your spark in ways you don't yet realise."

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