A reason… More like he wished that all the other miners could come up here. He wished that he hadn’t been the only lucky one, but he was. Lucky to be alive, lucky to have mechs that shared their fuel with him and cared enough about him to send him away. He’d had the luck to find this place, and he wasn’t going to waste it. Maybe when he was bigger, he’d be strong enough to help the others be lucky too.
“Got it!” Congratulations, Rigel. You have a growth attached to your arm. “This is…” The hesitant glee was back, as he slowly began to accept it. “It’s gonna be… fun!”
He won’t discourage the clinging, if anything it makes him laugh a peel of raspy giggles before the smaller, but stockier, mech bowls him over onto his back.
“Good.” The agreement was made and he’d figure out how to sway Blackguard. “Tell me s’more about your Cybertron, Dee. ‘Cus I feel like I know other mecha who’ve lived someplace like it. That’s part of th’ Multiverse – I’ll explain later.”
Dee, despite his size, is about as heavy as Rigel. He is entirely unaware of this as he snuggles atop his new friend, nodding and giggling too.
“I really only know ‘bout Underground Cybertron. Never went to the surface- ‘least not outside. It’s… not anything like this. Dark, really hot, from all th’exhaust and bein’ so close to Primus. Miners work all the time, and sleep in a biiiiig pile when they’re not on-shift. The bosses give us fuel, tell us where’n when ta dig. While we work the old ones tell stories! Mostly ‘bout ghosts n’ how the ‘riginal Primes were. I c’n list all Twelve! Terminus says the one we have now… um. He doesn’t explain everything.” Dee looked Rigel in the eye, face set and serious.
“How’s he walk around with all the Senate up his aft? Is he just really big?”
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