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[legalcy]

"You have reached the personal frequency of Ultra Magnus. I am unable to answer your call either due to a scheduled priority or an emergency. If the issue requires my immediate attention, begin your message by stating "Emergency" and the level of threat or writing that information in the subject header. Please leave your name, time and date of contact, message, and location. I will respond at the nearest opportunity."

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[areaman]

Not an entire loss, then.
We recovered one of the Matrices and encountered a new Slaverlord.

[which is slightly easier than saying they failed to stop him. megatron looks down at the message and finds himself mildly surprised at how easy it is to tell minimus of the matrix, something he does not intend to tell near anyone else.]

If it means anything, I am glad you have returned.

[legalcy]

Another?
Who are they?

[areaman]

He is called Writhe, a Quintesson.
We witnessed his "creation" and fought him, but did not put him down.

[legalcy]

It seems to be a pattern. We attempt to fight a Slaverlord, but we are unable to kill them.

Was he alone?

[areaman]

Yes, and at his weakest.
Perhaps I should've been able to stop him from escaping.

What is a "shade" of Acumen? A double?

[legalcy]

It was his ghost, in a sense.
His pure hatred for Cybertronians kept him corporeal for centuries, and his magic was fueled by said emotion.
I worry what may happen with the current Lord Acumen.

[areaman]

And WE are the ones called hateful warmongerers.
Do you think he was aware of his spectre?

[legalcy]

I don't know. He was not receptive to any discussion, considering that all but one of our party were Cybertronians.

[areaman]

Hopefully not. I think we all have experience with how delusional hatred that intense can make someone.

[his typing bubble remains up for a while as he types out and erases about fifty different messages in different ways.]

Let me know when you are amenable to company.

[legalcy]

Give me some time for questioning.

I might need something relaxing to do in a few hours.

[areaman]

I do not wish to question you; I can wait for any report written on it like a normal person who pays attention to the correct lines of bureaucracy.

[legalcy]

Very well.

I will take a nap and text you when I wake.

[areaman]

You better see that it's sufficiently restful, Autobot.

[legalcy]

[Several hours pass.

It's 2 in the morning.

Megatron gets a text.]

Are you awake?

[areaman]

[it takes him a moment to reply, because he wasn't, he was face down in a pile of datapads in the library. megatron is very pleased no-one is around to see his extremely undignified awakening.]

Yes.

[it's not like minimus to message so late, even if he's just woken up.]

What is your status?

[legalcy]

I promised I would let you know when I am restest and safe.

Also, I am unable to sleep or focus.

[areaman]

[ah, a familiar state to both of them. megatron can guess it might be due to the horrific suffering minimus endured during the mission he was on - if being killed by someone so hateful is any bet - but he's not really... talk about emotions kind of mech. neither is minimus for that matter.]

I could use some help down here, if you have spare time before your shift in Security begins.

[legalcy]

Noted.

[Minimus looks over himself one last time, making sure there's no dirt on his frame, and walks downstairs towards the library. He knocks on the entrance - yes, his room is open to the public, but its not during official working hours. Knocking is expected.]

[areaman]

Minimus. [he says in greeting after opening the door, gesturing him inside. the little mech looks weary in spark and frame, which megatron does not like.

it's new to him, this caring so much.] Please, come in.

[legalcy]

[Minimus nods politely before stepping into the silent and empty library.]

Were you working late? [He pauses by one of the bookshelves - a row of nonfiction awaits. When he's tired but unable to sleep, a good book helps him relax.]

[areaman]

Yes.

[and it's paying off, all this hard work; it's why he decided to start learning how to fix things. he can see the tangible results. you'd never know a bomb went off in the library and the pile of datapads that need fixing is getting smaller.]

I want this finished, and it would be irresponsible to ask anyone else to do it. [he shrugs a shoulder, leaning against one of the shelves near where minimus is looking. they're anchored down now - not permanently - but in the event of another explosion they won't get knocked over. not good for the datapads that'll have to absorb the kinetic energy instead, but better for anyone that might be seeking shelter.] I like the work, anyway. A bit of monotony does you good.

[legalcy]

[If Minimus only knew how much work Megatron put into tidying up the library, he would clearly see why Optimus married him. Any other reason does not approach his mind.]

They're sturdy. I appreciate the additional safety measures. I wonder why the anchors aren't code standard? [Because it's a generally useless thing in normal libraries.] Do you need assistance in measuring, or in applying the bolts?

[areaman]

No, it's done. [he directs minimus to a pile of datapads instead.] If you need some busy work, sorting these into separate categories would be helpful. I should have done it as I went along, but didn't. Then they can be reshelved and one step closer to being finished.

[legalcy]

[Megatron understands Minimus. His optics brighten at easy sorting work - busy work, essentially. He takes a reverent seat before the piles.]

What are they?

[areaman]

Fiction. Non-fiction; autobiographical. Possibly a few others mixed in, but those will be the two main ones. If you want to go above and beyond, you could stack them alphabetically.

[he shifts to the other side of the table where he was working before he apparently face planted.]

...Ask me if you need anything.

[megatron also knows that minimus enjoys working in silence. if he wishes to say anything, he will.]