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*Auspex PINpoints in, the Megatron/Oriana fusion, as well as the female Starscream's shell, in tow.

She hasn't had much practice with the teleportation devices, and finds herself in the main sanctuary, rather than a guest room, and Megatron's too heavy to move very far; she can only prop him up against the wall in one of the quiet niches scattered here and there around the room. Starscream's frame, though smaller, is no easier; Auspex does, at least, manage to tug her shell into the neighboring niche.

Deciding that's the best she can do, she hurries to retrieve an energon cube from her store, returning momentarily, to crouch beside Megatron. If she can coax him into something approaching a functional state, he may drink it. Otherwise, she'll have to find a fuel port, and poking around on an unfamiliar mech's persons is not something she's terribly fond of doing. This is assuming, of course, that he's merely low on energy, and not worse...*

*She sighs softly* Megatron? Oriana? I hope you have some reserves, somewhere...

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This is a sanctuary of Primus, which I tend. You were nearly out of energy, and you collapsed while I was speaking with you, in the Nexus. Why did you push yourself so hard? *it's more concerned curiosity, than admonishment, though there is a hint of reproach in her tone*

He stares at her somberly and quizzically as understanding slowly grows in his optics, then offlines his optics again and turns his face away with a wince. "Sanctuary of Primus... I was trying to find him. I went to the core of Cybertron... and there was nothing. I failed."

*Auspex's optics flicker in astonishment* You went to find him, in person? *she averts her gaze, to avoid staring at him incredulously. After a moment, she turns to him again, optics sad* Megatron... you can't seek out Primus, and expect to find him, if you wish to demand something from him. Not like that. Seeking his physical presence is foolish, unless he wishes to be found. *her tone eases a bit* But... that's a lesson you've learned, I think. You see, you've stopped looking, and found yourself here. Now, he can help you.

*she tilts her head, reading the brokeness in his aspect* You wanted him to bring her back?

"I wanted him to restore her life." His voice holds none of the commanding authority and possessiveness that it once did. "I thought that I could make him do it."

The rugged face crumples as a tiny, lost sound escapes him along with a blast of shame. If he could hide now he would.

An equally tiny sound of sympathy and hopeful joy comes from Auspex's helm.

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*she reaches up absently to nudge the chiproach consolingly, attention still centered on the larger mech* We are his children; we cannot demand of him. But neither does he wish for us to be destitute... there was a lesson to be learned, here. *she peers down at him with sympathetic optics* I would advise you to speak with him; right now, if you will.

*she offers him her hand* I can act as a channel for his voice.

"I'm not fit to be near him...." He stares at her hand, nearly unaware of the grief and stunned loss that's rising in his spark along with the shame. But he's heard her advisement, and his own hand rises toward hers hesitantly.

Then it stops, and fear as great as anything she's ever felt from Bob adds itself to his emotional storm.

*she squeaks a bit at the sudden rush of fear, dropping her hand to his shoulder, again, which she squeezes reassuringly* Don't. Primus accepts you in your shortcomings, as he does in all your other aspects. There is never a reason to fear his wrath. He thinks more of you than you know.

He flinches. And then Megatron, the epitome of Decepticon pride and self possession, is weeping quietly and brokenly.

*Auspex's optics are glowing brightly with shock and shared pain. Never had she imagined seeing this much open sorrow and defeat on this face, fusion or not, and it's spark-wrenching to see it. She takes his hand with both of hers, softly smoothing it with her fingers, tone gentle and consoling* You have not failed, you've simply taken the wrong approach. Now you are where you should be, where Primus has brought you, and you are no less for it. Now you are ready to listen to him, and I will serve you as I can, in that. You are not defeated, you are redirected.

A soft wisp of compassion and strong love weaves its way through his weary storm of pain as Oriana finally stirs unsteadily, and then says softly, "He's ready to listen. Please talk to him."

Megatron manages a nod, then offlines his optics and shakes with the force of that near-silent grief as he clings to Auspex's hand pleadingly.

*Auspex sighs a little, nodding her agreement. Bowing her head over his hand, she allows Primus' presence to fill her awareness, gathering his essence to her, taking comfort in it, herself. After a moment of commune and centering, she allows the presence to grow beyond her, drifting gently to the shared spark of Oriana and Megatron, where it curls like a soothing cloud.*

*Calm, consolation... Megatron, child of mine, do not despair...*

Megatron flinches again at the touch, but then physically calms, though the emotional pain continues.

"She's... gone," he whispers, his head turning slightly. "C... Creator... Master... I failed... her."

And then he remembers what else he's done to Starscream and starts to weep again, wishing that he could set Oriana free and barely hearing her faint but stern rebuttal of the thought.

*A sense of peace, acceptance, acknowledgment... there is much Megatron did to harm Starscream, but he has learned.. there was only one way to learn this lesson, though the way was hard... rest now, Megatron is where he needs to be, now... Starscream is not gone, she is in my care, always in my care..

"Please... we need her." Newborn empathy rises at thought of his communications officer's loss.... He thinks of losing Oriana, and even though he'd been willing to give her up moments ago- and would still do so- the thought of her being gone fills him with pain despite the comfort he feels at Primus' presence. "Soundwave needs her."

*Reassurance, I know, have peace... Starscream is not lost.. one of my children, one who has had a life much like hers, befriended her, brought her to her mate.. he knows her status, has spoken with her... the others are worried for Megatron, child of mine.. they do not know where he has gone...

Relief and a relaxing at the first words, startlement at the last bit, and then dismay as he weakly curses himself for not thinking of what the others would think of his unexplained absence. -Someone has to tell them.... (I'm so sorry....)-

*Megatron sought to take matters into his hands, to force me to restore her... child, he needed only but to ask, pray, and be watchful.. why did he not speak to me in his spark, why did he squander his energy and worry his people, in seeking to confront me where I dwell..? But still, no harm has come of this, only learning.. the damage done to Starscream was long ago, and Megatron sees where he has fallen short; he should not dwell on what he has done, only take note not to repeat it... Megatron has harmed no one with his absence, though they do worry.. they will understand why, when you come to them...*

"We know very little of you in our reality, save legends," says Oriana softly, sending comfort to her mate even as she twinges softly with awe and embarrassment. "Most of our people believe that you never really existed, and that we were the product of Quintesson factories."

*I am aware, child... and yet this is also why my servant frequents the Nexus.. Auspex hears my voice, and is making this exchange possible, at this very moment... it is for such purposes that she is here.. I do not fault you your determination, but there were easier ways... yet there are lessons that can only be learned through trials, and so you have.. and I am glad for it..

"We know, now, how to find you." Yearning and affection come from Oriana even as quiet, weary grief bubbles from Megatron, who is just too worn out to comprehend any more.

*Rest now, children of mine... Starscream will be seen to, things will be put right.. Megatron has done his part, learned of my nature, learned much about his own ways.. he is right to grieve about his past actions, but he should not linger on them too long; he should look forward, to his future.. Oriana will help strengthen him, I will help strengthen him, and my servant will look after him.. Rest, you are safe from your own mind, your actions, and Starscream is in my care... Be content, child of mine..*

*Auspex's optics flicker dimly. Still gripping his hand, she offers him the energon, hoping he'll drink it*

The former Tyrant of Cybertron looks at the bottle, but then murmurs assent and sinks into unconsciousness, leaving his optics to flicker Autobot blue as his mate is left in control.

"I... I've never been able to control our body," says Oriana. "You'll have to help us, Auspex."

Hmm... *Auspex takes a moment to decide the best way to go about this* Can you drink, or should I try to find a fuel port?

"I can move our mouth, but that's all." Oriana's a little scared at finding herself in control but helpless.

*She nods thoughtfully, finding this somewhat awkward, but workable* All right... I'll see if I can help you with that, then.

*she reaches over, carefully propping up Megatron's head with one hand, bringing the toon-emblazoned bottle to his mouth with the other*

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