Chapter 4:
Rodimus sits in the bar of the Prime Palace drinking some high grade. He has an optic patch over his optic and bandages under his leg armor obviously due to his encounter with Drift. Rodimus downs the high grade and tosses it with the others. He felt defeated, useless. As a Prime he took this extremely to spark and drowns out his sorrow in the bottle. He is just about to retrieve another when a servo taps his shoulder. He turns his helm to see his carrier Elita One.
"A little young for high grade don't you think" she scolds him sarcastically placing her servo on her hip
Rodimus clumsily rubs his optics and buries his face in his arms "Leave me alone"
Elita sighs and pats her son's back before walking up the steps from the bar. Rodimus lifts up his helm with squinted optics and reaches for the remote turning the holovision on. The holovision boots up and he staggers over and falls over the couch landing on his side. The projection materializes playing some Earth mobster movie but Roddy is too drunk to understand anything else.
Optimus comes down into the bar noticing all of the empty high grade cubes and spilled energon. He walks over to the couch and leans over it watching his son make an attempt to watch holovision. Rodimus struggles to keep his optics online but reluctantly falls into recharge. Optimus sighs grabbing a blanket covering Rodimus. Optimus then turns back to the bar collecting the empty cubes and placing them in the sink for one of the servants to clean as well as wiping up the energon with a rag. He turns off the projector and walks to the steps turning off the lights.
After a few turns and climbs he ends up in the master berthroom and Elita is in the berth reading a data pad. Optimus removes his armor for the exception of the pelvic armor and joins his mate in the berth.
"How's Rodimus" she asks without taking her optics off of the data pad
"Recharging" Optimus grunts from his pillow
She places the data pad on the nightstand and turns off the lamp "I'm worried about him" Elita says putting her arm around Optimus
"I used to be the same way" Optimus turns around to face her.
"You had a sword fight that ended up almost killing a classmate"
Optimus raises his optic ridge "Did you say almost killing"
"Did you even hear about what happened" Elita narrows her optics
"Everything I know is from you" he tries to act innocently
"Well, they were supposed to draw sparks from their armor, like normal fencing."
Optimus nods his helm "Apparently, they became immersed and actually faught eachother. Rodimus ended up stabbing the other mech right through the chest. He is in the hospital now but I heard he's ok."
"Why would Rodimus want to offline someone?" Optimus almost yells
"The mech is a Decepticon"
Optimus thinks for a moment looking at Elita
"Do you think he got it from my sire" Optimus suggests
"I believe so"
"I'm going to have a talk with him, mechs from older generations, I know" He shifts position facing away from Elita
"Ill have a talk with him later" Optimus grunts
Elita sighs and offlines her optics, knowing that this talk will probably never happen.