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As the femmes make their way through the halls of the main campus, Galvatron's eyes pierce through Rhonda's memory. Why is he here? She'd never met him before, and he'd already passed on the reigns of leadership to his own offspring. Surely he's not here to threaten another war? She's so lost in thought she almost bumps into Kup. The old mech is waiting for them at the door of the main command center classroom.
"Just like your father;" he chuckles. "Worrying before you know what's going on. Relax, it's just a meeting about your final graduation project."
She sighs and smiles softly. "I'm just trying to figure out why the former leader of the Decepticons is here at College of the Primes."
Kup frowns slightly. "I admit, his presence still makes me very uneasy sometimes, given our history. But he's not here for trouble. In fact, let me spoil some information for you. He's in his own pickle of a situation."
Rhonda and Maggie give each other a curious glance before stepping into the command hall.
"Hi, papa!" Rhonda runs to give Rodimus a hug. Maggie hugs her dad as well.
"Hey, kiddo! How was homeroom?" Rodimus asks as he tries to hide his emotions. His daughter has certainly grown up into a fine young femme; it made his spark swell with pride.
"Huffer is so droll to listen to, but I like him otherwise," she says as politely as possible. It's at this time she notices Galvatron standing to the side, partially hidden in the shadows. The femmes straighten their postures and look at their dads expectantly.
"Rhonda, Maggie, this is Lord Galvatron of Chaar. He has come here to ask for your help regarding your final graduation project." Ultra Magnus explains as Galvatron approaches. The femmes give small bows and extend their hands to shake.
"Pleased to meet you, your Excellence." the femmes greet him respectfully.
"Greetings Autobot Femmes." For now, Galvatron simply nods and gives a proper short bow of his own. Since the war ended, his interactions with others have become far more civil and regal. He carries himself like a true king, and in return for his willingness to agree to a cease-fire, everyone just goes along with his expectations of royal treatment.
"Ok, so here's the details on your graduation project first." Rodimus brings up a checklist on a viewing screen. "You're class is going to put together a mock peace conference, which will be enacted in front of select volunteers from the Galactic Council at the main conference hall. This project is expected to be carried out as though it were a real peace negotiation. So it is imperative that you inform the class that no shenanigans of any kind will be tolerated. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir." the femmes nod.
Galvatron watches the exchange and doesn't speak until he's signaled by Rodimus that the floor is now his.
"Autobot Femmes, the Decepticon War Academy will also be partaking in this mock peace conference as your opposing kingdom. But, there is a problem before you even start. You see, my daughter, and heir to my throne, Galaxia, fails to see the importance of this final project for her graduation. She views it as having no impact on her future ruling of Chaar. Your first task will be to convince her to participate. If she fails to do so, I cannot allow her to take over as Empress. This also cannot be part of your final overall grade. I have tried everything and consulted the wisest of beings, but no one has been able to talk sense into her. Will you help me, young Prime?"
"I'd love to speak with her, your highness. Just tell me when I can meet her and I'll have her joining the project in no time." Rhonda vows.
Galvatron, Rodimus, and Ultra Magnus look at each other with concern.
"Well, that's also an issue you must overcome. She's so tired of being talked to about this that she's refusing any audiences wishing to speak to her. If I come to her with anyone besides a Decepticon, she'll shut us out. You must find a way yourself." Galvatron sighs.
The femmes look at each other, uncertain of how to proceed.