Colours and Data

Log Title: Colours and Data

Characters: Calyhex , Chromedome , Lockup, Hush, Scope, Veritas Prime

Location: Administrator's Office - Calyhex

Date: July 4, 2022

TP: Liege Maximo TP , Calyhex TP

Summary: Veritas asks Calyhex if she can invite Chromedome to learn more about the very code of Titans.

As logged by Veritas

Administrator's Office

Veritas Prime is.. puttering in the Administrative office, visor gleaming as she puzzles through the covering holograms to actually clean and set the decayed room to rights. As she works, she's singing softly and dancing as she mops.

"I'mma be on the next level

I'mma be rocking over that bass tremble

I'mma be chilling with my ' crew

I'mma be making all them deals you wanna do (ha)"

Veritas Prime pauses, mid swish, tilts her head and sends off a radio.

(Radio) Veritas Prime transmits, "Ahh.. Hello. Chromedome?" to Chromedome.

<irc.dal.net> <Maat> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kdAj-dBNCi4

Calyhex is singing a song to herself softly as Scope and Hush return to their painting. Lockup is gathering supplies and bringing them back to the Administrative office. "Have to get ready for the new Administrator."

Lockup says. "What are you singing about today, sweetspark?"

Calyhex pauses. "The new faces. The new lights. Singing for Primus, and Solus."

Lockup chuckles. "Well that's good. I'm sure they enjoy it."

(Radio) Chromedome sends Veritas Prime a radio transmission, 'New freq. Who dis? Uh, sorry, what I mean is, you've reached Chromedome. May I ask who is radioing?'

Veritas Prime's finials flex and span, visor brightening as she listens to Calyhex sing. Biolights brighten and she shifts tones to sing with Calyhex in a descant. "They are singing, aren't they? The little ones.. So soft though, still sleeping." She spins with the mop and washes another section of floor, "Remember the Autobot that I.. she.. ahhh.. -we- showed your code too? I think he needs to learn more. If I'm the only one, the knowledge could be lost. Do you mind if I ask him here to walk through some with him?"

<irc.dal.net> <Inside> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94Q10yjOgNs

(Radio) Veritas Prime transmits, "Yes well it is a new frequency. This is Veritas. I'm reaching out to see if you are still.. interested in learning more about how I.. eh.. Ghost.. eh.. -we- see titan code and maybe help me work with Calyhex some?" to Chromedome.

The lights flicker and Calyhex's holo starts to appear. She's grinning "They are. Oh yes they are. Primus. The little ones. They sing in harmony." she pauses. "Oh. The doctor." she says softly. "I remember. He was kinder than Syndrome." she says. "I would love some company. Lockup, we need the tea set. Is he bringing friends?"

Veritas Prime hmms then gives a shrug as she works on mopping another section of floor. She's been cleaning the room so this looks like a final rinse. The floor is clean, even if it's aged. "I'm not sure. He may, he may not. Let me know if you have concerns on who enters, I will... hmm... diplomatically dissuade unauthorized visitors. I want you to feel -safe-."

(Radio) Chromedome sends Veritas Prime a radio transmission, 'Of course! So, it's true? Ghost got and kept the Matrix? Are you our new leader now? Cliffjumper is going to blow a gasket...'

(Radio) Veritas Prime transmits, "Ehhh... There seems to be some.. difference of opinion on my existence. However, while that is worked out, and no, right now I am not your leader. I'm... just making sure what knowledge I have isn't lost. Are you interested?" to Chromedome.

(Radio) Chromedome sends Veritas Prime a radio transmission, 'Of course! Where are you? Calyhex City? I'm not far away...'

(Radio) Veritas Prime transmits, "She's still in Praxus, Calyhex City is under Autobot jurisdiction right now. That's.. another mess I'll need to look into." to Chromedome.

(Radio) Chromedome sends Veritas Prime a radio transmission, 'OK. If you don't mind, then, I'll head to Praxus!'

(Radio) Veritas Prime transmits, "I don't mind. She and Lockup will have tea when you come." to Chromedome.

Veritas Prime blinks behind her visor, "Well, he's coming to visit. Would you prefer we work in here or at the core for his lesson?"

Calyhex pauses. "I don't mind if he brings visitors. Just let me know because.. you know. I get skittish." she says. "Core would be easier if he needs to access the code." she sounds more than a little wary.

Lockup pauses. "Would it be better if we stayed up here or came with? I know sweetspark has problems with... doctors."

(Radio) Chromedome sends Veritas Prime a radio transmission, 'Where in Praxus, exactly?'

Veritas Prime tilts her head, watching the code she can see before nodding, "I think in here will do. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. And visitors to the core should be limited to who you are comfortable with." She pushes the old desk into place, pulling out some datapads. "I can use these to show him, so he isn't touching you. Only me, if you will allow a connection?"

(Radio) Veritas Prime transmits, "Death Zone. Here, let me give you an access code and a safe word. The remaining denizens are.. defensive inside."" to Chromedome.

(Radio) Chromedome sends Veritas Prime a radio transmission, 'Thanks! Talk about your bad neighborhoods... must be hard to sell real estate in someplace called The Death Zone.'

(Radio) Veritas Prime transmits, "Well.. It used to be a very bad place. We've reclaimed it for now. *code packet and a safeword: Lobster*" to Chromedome.

Veritas Prime's finials flick, "Tell Hush and Scope that the safeword today is Lobster. Don't try and eat the little Autobot that's coming to visit."

(Radio) Chromedome sends Veritas Prime a radio transmission, 'Hard or Soft Shell?'

Hush and Scope both look up from their painting. "Lobster. Got it." Scope says. Hush nods "No bite." he says. Calyhex's holo seems to relax. "Here is good. Yes." a panel in the wall opens up, showing a connection port. A sign of trust. Lockup nods. "You got this, Veritas. I'm impressed."

The old Administrators office seems to be mid-way through a deep clean and light refurbishment. The floors still old, but clean now, the walls as well. The desk has been shifted and now has some datapads atop. The large white femme moves a mop and bucket to a corner, replying to Lockup, whom she considers the Prime Caretaker here, "I mean - folks just letting themselves in wily nily doesn't help Calyhex long-term to feel /safe/ or secure enough in her own frame to say no. Consent is key. And I can do a great deal from here. I.. I'd like to limit who visits her core as best we can, to those she.. you approve Calyhex. You do need repairs there, far more than I can do myself, but only from vetted beings that she feels ok with. Not pressured into agreeing with." Her finials flick again and puts a hand on Lockup's shoulder, "You're her primary caretaker. I'm.. I'm here to help -you-."

The faceless Lockup nods "Its good. She hasn't had consent in so long I don't think she knows what it is. Thank you for being so kind, helping her heal." he says softly. "She responds well to you. Me? I'm just an orderly. I'm no warden, no administrator."

Veritas Prime snorts, "Lockup.. you're -very- important here. You're more than -just- an orderly. You /are/ her primary caretaker. You have been for a very long time."

Chromedome

Chromedome drives in, giving with password (without the silly snark he gave Veritas over the radio) and transforms, looking around at any improvements made since his last visit. His optics flash behind his blue visor in excitement. He looks nervously at Hush when biting is brought up. "Yes. No bite. Unless you're Rewind," he says, and then shits up immediately, turning as he overhears Veritas' conversation with Lockup.

Chromedome transforms and rises into his robot mode.

Outside of the entry to the west wing being a construction wall (since that got left elseplanet) There has been cleaning and some repair to the interior main corridors. It's still.. creepy.. Empty asylum-mall levels.

Veritas peers up as she can hear someone coming, the rev of an engine not usually here. "Ahh. I think the guest. is arriving. Has arrived." She waves a hand, calling out through the open door to this office, "In here Chromedome, Administrator's office."

Calyhex smiles "Oh good. Welcome, Chromedome." she says through the speakers. Her holo seems in a good mood today. Rust free and whole. Lockup pauses. "I um. Will get the ener-tea." Calyhex beams at the tankformer as he goes down the hall to get the tea. "See? I'm the tea-mech. You know her more than I do." Scope and Hush stop cleaning and start putting away the supplies.

Chromedome sticks his totally normal chrome helmet into the office, raising his optic ridge when he spots Veritas. He looks up at her, optics wide behind his blue visor. "Oh, my!" he exclaims. "Someone got an upgrade!" He looks around as he hears Calyhex's voice - it's been a while since he's been in a Titan. "Hello, Calyhex," he says respectfully. "Thank you for allowing me within your walls."

Veritas Prime hnns and looks down. There's a flick of finials and a chuff out of intakes, "You're more than a a tea-mech to me Lockup!" she calls after the departing tank-mech with a shake of her head, "He really is." Attention focusing on Chromedome, "Oh.. Well.. Yes. Things.." she waves a hand, "Happened. Unintentionally. Damned disco ball had -ideas-." There's a pause and she offers her hand, "Hello, Veritas Prime. Please call me Veritus."

Chromedome returns the handshake awkwardly. "Still Chromedome! You can call me Chromey, or Dome, or Greatest Programmer on Cybertron, although in your presence I'm not sure that's true." He brightens. "So, if the Matrix chose you, you must not have been a REAL Decepticon. This makes so much sense!" he gasps, looking around brightly. "It was so hard to like you while you were associating with the people that destroyed my life and killed my friends," he admits.

GAME: Veritas Prime PASSES a LEADERSHIP roll of Very High difficulty.

Lockup bows "I think you know me and the mechs." he says, motioning to Scope and Hush. Hush looks like he's getting ready to bite Scope and Scope shakes his head letting him know hes watching him. "And of course, you know Calyhex." he blinks at Veritas "Well that's good to know, Veritas." he says. "You're going to make a fine Administrator."

Veritas Prime manages to just blink at all of that behind her visor. "Ahh yes.. well." she trails off and picks up a datapad after finishing the handshake. "Who knows what the disco ball of doom was thinking." She takes a seat at the desk, treating it like a table, sitting at an end verses behind it. "I think.. she was more of a -real- Decepticon than others. After all, the matrix chose her, what better deception of hiding ones true nature could there possibly have been, hmm?"

Lockup hmms "So you're not her anymore? Sometimes I wonder what a real Decepticon is." Hush looks up and snorts. "Veritas is Veritas." he says as if he's made up his mind.

Veritas Prime ehhs, "I'm -me-. Which is based off of her but we're not the exact same person, no. Not exactly. It's like a distillation of self, maybe a purity of self in this case. I think it's different for each chosen and changed Prime. The integration has been a challenge: Most memories are -mine-, some are still more like watching a vid."

Chromedome sighs. "Probably just the 'No true Ky-Alexian' fallacy in action. It's just... I hated the Decepticons SO LONG. It was so much easier to decyberize them when writing battle programs when I didn't think of them as individual people with their own hopes and dreams or whatever. Thanks for letting me help with this job... I'm not sure I can even go back to my old job," he laments.

Calyhex nods. "Things change, people change. If there's one thing constant with Cybertron it is change. To not accept it is rude." Lockup sighs "Sorry. It's difficult sometimes. Things look so similar but are so different."

Veritas Prime nods, tone softening, "It really is easier to paint those you do not understand or disagree with as -other-, alien, and then they become even more less when all of a group, be it a certain region, area, frametype, or beliefs. Once someone is an -other-, they become an /it/. Once people are its, it's far easier to decyberize them into numbers, acceptable casualties, the bad guys." She sets the datapads out, plating shifting as she releases her tentacables. "Now.. The current Decepticon paradigm is not good, no. But there are always outliers within a whole."

GAME: Chromedome PASSES an INTELLIGENCE roll of Average difficulty.

Chromedome nods, looking up at Calyhex's voice, and then looking from Lockup to Veritas. "Anyway. Sorry. Enough about me. I know the Autobots aren't universal Knights of Cybertron or anything - Sideswipe and Sunstreaker can be just as bad - It's just..." He shakes his chrome head. "Anyway. Calyhex. How can I help?" He narrows his optics behind his visor, trying to put this own paradigm-shaking doubts out of his mind.

Veritas Prime's finials flick and she fidgets, tone sliding chagrinned, "I didn't mean to lecture. We're.. We asked you here to show you more of a titans code.. and... I hope, she hoped, we hope to see if you can learn to read some of it. If not like I do, then through an interface device programmed to filter it to begin with."

Calyhex tilts her head looking between the two of them "Autobots are the best knights we have and we are grateful for them. How can Chromedome help?" she asks. "Oh. My code? I have a panel opened if you want to look. Calyhex trusts you." she says.

"I'd love that!" Chromedome exclaims, happy to focus on the black and white of code, with which he's comfortable, rather than issues of relative morality, which he is not. "What kind of interface program?" he asks, looking at Veritas. "I know the one I use for Metroplex doesn't come CLOSE to what Windblade can seem to do magically. Even Ran can see things I can't - and she's not even a coder," he says with a touch of bitterness.

Veritas Prime flexes her tentacables, slinking one to a panel that Calyhex has offered to dock with, the other to a datapad. "Well. My understanding is they handle.. Emotions. Not.. code. While I can extrapolate what the emotions are from the code and we have and do, it's different from what the Cityspeakers styled after the Camnien way do. More like a.. symbiote bond? There's emotion and words. I.. remember feeling that once, she does. But no longer." A soft chuff, "What we do is different. Together though, we can support a titan, the Camnien Cityspeaker path and this data-path method. Banshee can tell if Trypticon is unwell, I could tell where the unwell came from from the code. Together, they supported him." There's a pause, a tilt of her head, "Perhaps.. there should be the two kinds of speakers? A titan is.. large, and they think so differently than we do."

Calyhex's code comes slow, but more 'together' then it usually is, with less breaks. Perhaps today is one of her 'good' days. "I do not know. The feeling. The idea. The idea is nice."

Chromedome's optics widen slightly behind his blue visor, and he nods slowly. He listens with rapt attention. "Yes. I can see that. If you can help me better understand how Titans are coded, I can help Windblade with Metroplex's code issues, while she focuses on speaking for him when he's unable." He leans forward to examine the datapad, almost reverently. "Kind of how sometimes I help Rewind find things in the archive by writing him complex but selective search queries."

Calyhex pauses. "My brother's code is unstable too? That's.. thats not good. I wonder how Trypticon's is."

Veritas Prime rumbles her engines lowly, like a soothing purr as she filters code through to the datapads she's connected to. "Just because it is different, doesn't make it less important. It's new, it's just not the same. Both.. are new to us cybertronians. Bad thing is the codeside.. well, it's me.. and I hope you can do it too. Caminus has a whole history devoted to this stuff - we're making it up as we go along." Soft chuckle as she leans in, displaying the code, "Yes, Calyhex. I hoped that you'd like the idea. I might not be a /Cityspeaker/ in that sense, but we -are- a technopath." Her finials twitch, "His code is.. more stable than it's been in a long time, my dearest. He's rediscovering purpose, himself. Such things take time."

Calyhex's lights flicker in an affirmative "Calyhex understands." she says "And relates. Rewind sounds like a good person." her holo stares at Chromedome's visor. "Your visor is very blue. Calyhex approves."

Chromedome coughs at the compliment from Calyhex, not sure how to respond. Instead, he focuses on her question about code stability. "Metroplex's code is very stable, but... when he fell in defense of the Ark, we thought we'd lost him forever. When he was rebuilt on Earth, his salvaged core was re-used, but his memories were lost - we thought. But then Windblade shows up, and she somehow finds a way to access his lost memories from before his 'death' on Cybertron. I'm sure it's a lot of take in, although Metro is remarkable reticent - I think only Windblade knows what he's truly going through." He pauses. "And Rewind is great," he agrees.

Veritas Prime's finials slick back, "Yes, Trypticon.. has been recovering from.. things as well. When we met, he was very unspoken, seething. But we got along well, she enjoyed helping him, listening. Now he has his Speaker and he continues to balance." She pulses active codes lines through to the datapad, ala matrix-view.. all the raining lines bleeding off, circling, spiraling in on themselves. "His blue is very nice, Calyhex. It's good to have a.. friend, a partner you can trust to be yourself with."

Chromedome looks around rapidly in embarrassment. "It's, uh, nice to have friends. I haven't had many since the Institute was destroyed. I mean, I get along well with Lightspeed and Highbrow OK - as much as anyone can put up with Highbrow, anyway - but,... yeah. It's nice to be around people that 'get' me. Even if I'm not sure who I am anymore." He turns back to the code, drinking it in with almost religious awe.

Calyhex continues to stare, her code ancient, open and calm. "Blue is nice. Did you know they paint the walls in asylums blue to calm the patients?" she says distantly. "I have a blue wall. But its secret. Its my hidden blue." Lockup shakes his head "Sorry, shes um. Kinda obsessed with blue things. I swear to Primus, a blue person comes in here she's gonna have cyberkittens." Hush stares. "Faces.." Scope shakes his head "No you're not eating any faces." seems Calyhex isn't the only one with weird obsessions.

Veritas Prime wiggles finials, visor brightening, "Well then this is the perfect place for us all. I think we're all not sure who we are anymore." That said, she pulses more code across, triggering the pad's coded sequences. "I've put in some basic filters to highlight code strands. Each.. type has a different pattern to it, a different structure, a different.. sound or color. From the parts of her that handle lighting, sensors, heat, cooling and more, down to where she -is- when she's paying direct attention. It's like a concerto, harmonies and discordance alike."

GAME: Chromedome PASSES a TECHNICAL roll of Average difficulty.

Chromedome watches, and nods, as the color-coded code streams make the various threads clear. "Oh, I see! Yes! This is very helpful! Thanks. I can use this." Watching and processing, he says, "I wonder what the ... importance of blue is. Outside its calming effect. I heard Drift knows something about the spiritual benefits of different colors. Not sure how much of that I believe, but who knows? We have the Thirteen walking Cybertron again, and a Decepticon has the Matrix. Anything is possible."

GAME: Veritas Prime PASSES an INTELLIGENCE roll of Immense difficulty.

Veritas Prime hmms.. "Truth, openness, spirituality, serenity.." she muses thoughtfully. "The color itself, in old times, was worn as a declaration of reliability and stability. Someone that was a bulwark, a solid strength."

Calyhex pauses. "That explains your blue. Blue is honest, strong, open, pure, safe."

Chromedome looks down at his body, which is mostly brown and tan, but also contains a lot of red. "Are we talking optics?" he asks, looking at Veritas. "Since most Autobots have blue optics, and most Decepticons have red?" He nods at Veritas's explanation. "I know with what Earthlings associate the color brown the most, and it's not flattering," he admits. He glances at Veritas' blue hued visor.

Veritas Prime's finials flick, "No.. Not optics. Auras and the colours once might have been forged with. Optics.. Well I don't know why the optical schism myself, I could research though. Mine are.. violet and sometimes gold. or were."

Veritas Prime tilts her head, "Brown is valour, tan is loyalty.. in the old paint heraldry." she notes softly.

Calyhex pauses. "Brown is iron. Brown is soil. Brown is Earth. Earth is not Cybertron. But Earth seems very calm on the television and internet." she says "Purple is nice too. Its blue tempered with red. Red that forgot its blue or blue that forgot its red." she says. "War sometimes makes blue wear the red, and red used to know the blue. A long time ago." she says. "A very long time ago." she says "Gold is neutrality. A lot of neutrals have gold optics. I think you might be right, Veritas."

"Valor, huh?" Chromedome considers. "And soil of Earth. I suppose I can get behind that. I'm more used to gold meaning command, blue meaning science, and red meaning cannon-fodder," he chuckles, not expecting them to get his Earth pop culture references. He looks at Veritas. "I like the colors you picked to help highlight the different strands of code. It's almost... instinctual how it all flows together. The most complex system I've ever seen, like Metro's."

Calyhex pauses. "Silver is mourning. Redemption." she says. "Which is why the silver one tainted with reds, can be saved. If he wasn't in the clutches of ...chains of his own making. The more one goes for power, the more one is restrained by it."

Veritas Prime smiles, the expression reflecting in her voice, "Yes, valour.. And.. thank you Calyhex. For letting me share your code with another. So he can learn to help too. So you can be helped and heard." she tilts her head, watching Chromedome, "You can color them to your own preferences. This is.. this is how I -see- them. Or the best approximation. I figured should someone else become able to see such things, a little primer might help them learn. And yes, it's complex, and distracting. It sings and flows, it dances, it creeps. There's a.. flavor to each of them, their own song written in their deep code. A timbre and pattern that is uniquely theirs. Just like we are all unique." trailing off listening, "Silver? Well.. Silver is a type of grey, yes."

Chromedome touches his own silver helmet. "I suppose I have been mourning the loss of my friends at the Institute for a long time - probably longer than is healthy. For a long time, my loss drove me to succeed - out of a need for revenge. That's.... not really a great feeling, or motivator. Working for something good - to heal, rather than destroy - it's a new direction for me. Maybe I can get some of that redemption, myself."

Calyhex pauses. "I think wanting the redemption is the first step. You will begin healing. If you want tell me what happened to them so we can begin the mourning?" the wall behind Chromedome turns silver.

Veritas Prime mmms, settling on her seat, listening to the back and forth, watching the code she's streaming, watching the live code she isn't. "There's no right or wrong time for how long someone should mourn. Anyone saying otherwise is wrong. Or how really. It just -is-." A pause, "Ehh.. revenge.. Yeah.. That's.. it keeps you motivated, but.. does burn you out the longer it's the fuel to succeed. I mean, so much of what the factionals war now is revenge, back and forth, back and forth. It was all horrible. Never-ending cycle it seems. Not sure how to end it though. Someone, someones have to draw the line, accept the pain of knowing revenge won't ever -happen- and try.. to look for a future where pain and loss is not the only motivator."

Chromedome nods. Looking up, he says, "Maybe I can come back some night and we can talk, Calyhex? Right now, I should focus on learning to interpret your code while I have access to such a lovely teacher." He glances at Veritas and corrects himself quickly: "Knowledgeable." He squints his optics behind his own blue visor. "And I'll work on learning to forgive in my own time," he promises.

Calyhex nods "Forgive me. " She says softly. "I'll slow the code so you can work." her lights dim and her code evens out as she stops being so excitable. The others just watch Chromedome and Veritas closely, quietly.

Veritas Prime chuckles, "Part of interpreting it is watching how she is and then seeing it reflected in her code, Chromedome. She's happy you're here, we're here. She's interested, she os trusting you and I." Her biolights brighten and she pulses several octets of code through her cables back to the titan, braiding together a happy-enjoyable-soothing combination. "Nothing to forgive, Calyhex. This. to.. is part of learning. Seeing something, then reviewing, right?'

"Wow, you have that level of control over your own code?" Chromedome blurts, astonished. He shakes his head. "Titans are amazing," he gushes. He turns to Veritas. "Since you're a Prime now, does that mean you can pal around with the Thirteen? Maybe get some insights from Solus Prime about what makes Titans so unique? She built them, right? That's what Rewind says the surviving records suggest."

Veritas Prime eehhhs.. then considers, "Solus is the creator of the titans, yes. So she's said and I've heard from her. Calyhex is one of hers, as is Metroplex, and Trypticon." she then laughs, "Oh.. I don't know if that's how it all works. But I do want to meet Alphie's siblings."

Calyhex pauses. "Code is based on emotion. I think. If I get agitated, it changes. If I calm. It slows." she says "I thought it was that way with everyone?" her code changes a bit as it hits one of the many deep fractures she has. "She would know. I don't really know how my own code works. Alphie. Never met him. I hope he's safe." she says, as the fracture spikes again. "Bedlam doesn't know anyones here does he?"

Chromedome's optics nearly bug through his visor. "'Alphie'? You're on nickname basis with ALPHA TRION now?" He shakes his head and placing a hand against his chrome dome. "How did I wind up with cool friends like this?" he wonders aloud. "I always recharged in the lame programmers' section," he laments. He turns to listen to Calyhex, freezing at the mention of Bedlam. "Is that bad?" he asks Veritas with a tremulous voice.

Veritas Prime's visor brightens then darkens as she delinks from the datapads. "Possibly. This is.. new for her. I think it's time for us to rest now. Too much newness and.." she gives a shrug, "Things happen. It's time for you to go, Chromedome. And for me to rest, and Calyhex to dream."

Chromedome nods. "Right. Uh, thanks." He looks at Calyhex's staff. "Do I need a codeword to leave? Is this a locked ward?"

Veritas Prime's finials flick, "Lobster will get you out as well, Chromedome. It's not advised to come in this deep without warning."

Chromedome nods. "Radio ahead. Got it. Gnight, femmes. You, too," he says to the rest of the staff. Transforming, he heads to Iacon.

Calyhex pauses. "We should sleep before he comes down and sees us in the code." more fragments. Perhaps she is tired. "No the ward is open. You can both sleep here if you like." she sounds tired.

Lockup looks up "Yeah, she can change her code about but I think it exhausts her. It was good to see you guys again." Scope and Hush look up at the word 'lobster'. Lockup nods "I should get the mechs to recharge too. Everyones had a long day."

Chromedome folds down into his Cybertronic sportscar mode.

Veritas Prime nods, "We're going to sleep now, Calyhex. We're being good." She settles down on the floor, back to the wall and slides into recharge, still linked.