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It's ambiguous whether or not robots have traditional day and night cycles, but regardless, Orion's plan took place at a time in which activity at the Archive was minimal. He knew where the other bots were expected to be, and his trajectory had them coming nowhere close to them. While technically illegal, it was a very gentle sort of illegal, which was something he was prepared to deal with when it came to interacting with Megatronus the revolutionary gladiator.

While it was possible that Megatronus could have requested Archive information in a traditional sense, Orion can't imagine that authority figures wouldn't take the opportunity to give the bot trouble wherever possible, and more importantly, the information he was taking Megatronus to see was of the restricted variety. So restricted, in fact, that his initial discovery of it had been mostly unintentional, and it wasn't something he felt was prudent to try to download even now.

At any rate, he knows all the passwords for entry and basically lives here so breaking in isn't in itself any kind of feat. The hardest part honestly is keeping Megatronus from sticking out like the sore thumb he is.

"If we refrain from entering the common areas I suspect we were be able to avoid any unwanted encounters," he says quietly as they move in past one of the back entrances. "Though it will be important to keep our presences...unobtrusive."

This is not at all pointed at Megatronus. Not at all.

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"Not exactly," he says, carrying on regardless. He'd discovered them mostly by accident, having simply dug deeper and deeper into the Archives for his personal pursuits and not fully realizing the importance of what he'd been decoding until it had been in his hands. He could get into trouble, certainly. He honestly doesn't know what will happen if they get caught, but on the other hand, he thinks that the censoring of such information is a crime in itself.

"I suspect they have been put aside for a reason," he says, typing in another passcode into the lock of a sliding door. He does have to verify with his own number, but he's not going to get into how he's linking his name to the whole thing. "Regardless of whether it has been made illegal to view them, to keep the history of our world hidden from public access is an obstruction of justice."

Megatronus huffs his agreement as he follows Orion through the doorway (he almost has to duck). "Indeed," he growls. "The jealous hoarding of knowledge is one of the most insidious symptoms of the disease that consumes our world."

The gladiator straightens up once he's clear of the doorway, his optics roving over soft blue lights that those who installed them would doubtless not have wanted the likes of him to see. Then, as the door slides shut behind them, his gaze falls back on Orion, and he hesitates.

"Orion," he says, quietly. "I would hope you know I do not take this for granted – I understand what you are risking to bring me here. You have everything to lose, and far less than I to gain..." He looks down at the smaller bot, a serious expression on his face; "Your courage is commendable... and I am deeply glad of it."

He smiles a little at that, unmistakably pleased with that declaration of approval. It's not that Orion is one to be overly guided by the opinions of others, but Megatronus is someone whom he has formed a great deal of respect for. Someone who has already done so much more for this movement than he could ever hope to.

"It is the least I can do in these circumstances," he says, looking up to meet his gaze. "Every bot has a role to play in changing things for the better, and I will not allow mine to end here."

Orion's humility is never a surprise, but Megatronus smiles at him for a moment, almost laughs – not because there's anything ridiculous or worthy of mockery in Orion's attitude, but out of fondness, and continuing disbelief that he has someone so uncommonly noble as an ally; as a friend.

"You are right, of course," he replies, resting a heavy hand lightly on Orion's shoulder. "What sparkless husk could open his eyes to the suffering of his brothers without lifting a hand to help? All the same... " He doesn't finish that sentence, instead falling silent for a moment, his gaze lingering on Orion's in wordless gratitude. Then he drops his hand, and announces, "Come – let us defy the worthless precepts of an obsolete order. Lead me there, Orion Pax."

Orion's eyes linger on him for a few moments after that, before giving him a meaningful nod and carrying on without feeling the need to give a verbal answer. He signs in to the terminal and lets them in through the security doors, to the access locked area beyond.

There is only one access point in this room and one screen - presumably because only one person would be intended to enter at a time. Orion glances upwards at that though, wondering if the area may be under surveillance. He's in two mind about the worry though - on one hand, if it is such a critical area, surely they would want to keep it under watch - but on the other hand...it may defeat the point of it being secret if the security footage could duplicate the information within.

He pauses for a few moments, considering it, before heading to the terminal. He would like to feel comforted by the idea that Alpha Trion would likely be the one intended for access, but the idea of upsetting the old bot is perhaps more bothersome than most others.

"There is a chance we may be under surveillance - I have reason to doubt, but I am not certain."

Edited 2014-06-07 02:28 (UTC)

"Hm." Megatronus frowns, casting a wary glance about the room they've entered. "I have nothing to fear from Iacon, Orion. They know my name and they know my goals; if they tried to arrest me the wrath of Kaon would pour down on them like a cascade of molten metal, red-hot and furious. I doubt they would like to take the risk." The thought makes him grin, but his expression sobers as he turns back to Orion. "But you..."

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