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Vector should be more careful with his portals. The old mech would surely be absolutely horrified if he knew--- oh no, he was busy, wasn't he?
Busy with saving the multiverse and stretched too thin! And Ramjet was in no condition, currently, to get the old cheater back for that dirty trick with the Cyber Planet Keys. Of course, rather pleasingly, the misguided fool was much too busy to come interuppt him.
"You would not... Come closer?" the rumble was pleasing, tearing, ripping him up from the inside what little there was of it. Eating at what he had left, but so. inviting. Another tentacle, purple aura being seared away even as it reformed by blazing Matrix light, slid around an ankle, pressing up against the bottom of the pede, gently following the ridges there.
The chosen of Primus too naive to understand.
"No, no, no. Wouldn't do, Prime. There's procedures. Ceremony, proper acts to perform! Couldn't... upset the Thirteen, right?" The darkness that shielded Ramjet's barely-coherent form was still not solid enough to hide the flash of ruby from his optics, or the wide gesture of briefly-formed arms thrown wide.
There was a brief brightening of... Orion? Optronix? - well, it didn't matter, he'd be Optimus Prime soon enough - his optics, though if that was in agreement, or surprise as tentacles slid, slowly, almost shyly up along and around his chestplates to dip into the open space where the Matrix would settle in front of his spark.
"Ah, n-no. Of course not," the future Prime said, his voice, despite the brief faltering, impressively steady.
Except for the fact that...
A faint, thready sound of white noise erupted as the tentacles slid further in, shaping themselves around the outer side of the spark chamber, ducking below the floating Matrix, but stubbornly staying in place, despite almost dissolving.
Ramjet laughed and would have been helpless to stop - the innocense too much alike what even Unicron hadn't stripped off him, left there for them to go over, through and inside, breaking it open until there was - except his current task kept him from loosing it.
Literally.
The laugh stilled to a chuckle and the mass that was currently Ramjet shifted, only briefly managing anything more but a head and a random hand or wing.
"Exactly! See how the light rises in answer? Ah, your call shall be strong, Prime. Lead them as none have done before, let nothing stand before you!"
Tentacles tightened, twisted and squeezed in response to Ramjet's words, delicate ends dipping into gaps in the armour to play with the cables beneath. The Prime - whatever his pre-reformat name was, had been - writhed.
"N-none?"
"None, Prime. The Matrix resides in you. The wisdom of the Creator is yours, your words will carry them, your acts exemplify; they shall kneel, or crumble!" Ah, he was no Unicron, no Fallen; in time, the Matrix would undo his work, the spark beneath his questing touch too bright - it hurt, but sweetly, oh, not even the light of Primus could kill him now! - to be turned forever.
But there was no need for forever was there? Just enough of a nudge, enough of force, of guidance put in the perfectly viable words...
"Open up, Prime..." Ramjet fairly hummed, and despite the fact that he couldn't manage much more than the very upper part of his torso and his wings, he was more focused than he'd been in ages.
Those bright, blazing blue optics lifted, attempted to search out his, and ever helpful, Ramjet let his own red glow brighter.
"Yes." Sweeter word had never been spoken, especially not in that deep, rumbling tone and with such .
With that, the battlemask slid open, and several more tentacles separated themselves from the darkness that surrounded Ramjet.
One wound about a lower arm, the end of it following contours, playing with the seams and edges of the fingers.
Another slid around an upper thigh, then continued onwards, caressing the angles and shapes of the Prime's pelvic armour.
The third slid along the ridges of the abdominal area, skirted around the ever-brighter Matrix, slowly, slowly, wound itself around a window, and then traced a gentle path up the Prime's neck.
"And he shall watch with approval as your reign rises," Ramjet purred, barely keeping from laughing, battlemask splitting open and allowing him a grin.
It was probably good that the little lamb couldn't see it.
The tentacle, which had been rubbing along neck cables and around, before sliding up the side of the Prime's helm to touch new audial fins, now squeezed there, tighter, firmer and then paused.
The Prime sort of twisted, helm dipping back, and Ramjet's form rippled in response. A jerk on the fin, startling a cry from the mech and then the tentacle snapped forward, down, and in.
The Matrix flared, the light pulsed, briefly searing away the purple glow and turned the tentacles gray and flaking before Ramjet growled and shuddered. The purple aura exploded again, the tentacles melting, dissolving and reforming in the same instant, surrounding the suspended Prime with a few more, two of them twisting around audial fins and the crest in front, gently undulating, working too slow for the shuddering form trapped in their grasp.
"The light knows, Prime. It knows all shall fall in time. Your purpose it to guide them until such a time. There will be those sweet, foolish sparklets that cannot see; make them!" Despite that the Prime was much too busy to see, Ramjet fisted a hand in emphasis, his voice bright, bombastic.
The hand was gone in the other instant.
//Y-yes. I shall... Remake it-- As befits the lord. And the galaxy will... f-follow.// That even the comm. voice was wavering pleased Ramjet, as much as the word in themselves did.
Then, his time was up.
The Matrix fairly slammed down, and a wordless, soundless shriek rose through the air as the tentacles were all but blasted away as the Prime stiffened, light blazing about his form.
Ramjet slammed against the wall behind him, and quickly slipped between. No need to be around when the Prime's guardians showed up. His work was done...
"You would sacrifice the multiverse for your foolish ideals... then not even a single universe... Well. You have lost this one, Vector Prime. And I... still. live!" Ramjet snarled, not caring where he fell next, as long as he got out of the between; he could feel them, hear them, fiber-optic light in the distance, in the spaces between his spark, velvet-thorn touch and whispers... *Whispering*. He would *not*---
And then Ramjet slammed into the ground somewhere else.