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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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[legalcy]

[Magnus pause to watch Prowl look around his office, which looks just as organized and put-together as one would expect from Minimus Ambus. Shelves of datapads, a few trunks that are meant to hold confiscated items in the future, and a shiny, new waste bin.]

There is a recent addition on violence aboard the R2. Recently, we have had several murders in the ship, but as those who died return to the space bridge the next day, I had to reword several clauses to better address the severity of the crime. The brig is still not in perfect condition, and I figured that having Getaway work with the Vehicons for the next several months would suffice until we have a proper process for determining punishments.

[He looks up.] You are aware that Getaway was responsible for two deaths and threatening several other mechs, correct?

[pffft]

Yes. Ratchet informed me of his erratic behavior. I have ordered him to stand down, but given his apparent delusions, I cannot guarantee how long that will last.

[ Prowl would have simply ordered a bullet to the head of a rogue agent were he back home. Sadly, it appears that is not an option here. ]

I should review the reports of these crimes as well before making any edits.

[legalcy]

Hm. At least he will listen to you.

[He pulls out one of his work datapads and opens up the case folder.]

Of course. I will send you a copy right now. [Because of course he wrote up everything, including the autopsies, the investigation minutes, the damage done to one of the storage rooms that nearly caused a massive fire, the disappearing bodies, and the list of evidence.]

[pffft]

Very good. I trust it is quite thorough.

[ Prowl expects nothing less of him. ]

Have there also been threat assessments of the ship, outside of these investigations?

[legalcy]

Not official ones, no. Background checks are rather difficult without official records. [See: Wasp's case.] Unofficially, we should keep out optics trained on those who have already been violent towards others - which mostly consist of Starscreams and Megatrons - but I have also heard of reports of Dark Energon being transported onto this ship.

[He folds his hands on the desk.]

Are you familiar with such a thing?

[pffft]

No. Nothing in the records I’m familiar with, anyway.

[And he’s got a very long memory and deep tendrils everywhere. ]

I can’t imagine it’s a good thing, with a name like that. An investigation would be more than warranted.

Speaking of threats, do you know what happened with Getaway’s nudge gun?

[legalcy]

It's been damaged and is currently under lock and key in Longarm Prime's office. I suggest that it be destroyed before someone attempts to steal it back.

[pffft]

Destroying it must be your top priority. Getaway has abused a weapon that was meant for one narrow and specific application.

The fact that its existence is known has already made it incredibly dangerous.

[ He actually sounds… kind of pissed about that? Maybe it has something to do with being brain probed like 4 times. ]

[legalcy]

Then it is the two of us. We speak with Longarm Prime as soon as possible and ensure that it can no longer be used.

[There, consensus. It's better than having one mech decide everything.]

Speak with Longarm, and we will find a place to smelt it down together.

[pffft]

I shall, though I imagine he will inquire about my place in the hierarchy of your team.

[awkwardly looks away.]

I suppose this will be an opportune moment to speak of my opinion on this.

[ he stares at nothing in particular, perhaps counting the number of bolts on a piece of wall while he speaks. ]

A old colleague of mine had pointed out to me that I tended to go in cycles. That I find my conscience for a while, and then forget it. He’s not wrong.

Events later led me to Luna-1, away from the chaos of Cybertron, and perhaps things were finally quiet enough to realize that the way to make it stick this time around is to… take a step back, so to speak.

Perhaps a role that is more advisory would be best.

[legalcy]

[Magnus beings putting together a note for Longarm, thinking. Prowl has reason. He seemed to be doing well when he was sent to Luna-1, according to Fortress Maximus and Red Alert. Then again, he's not sure how well he could trust him after everything that happened with Overlord.]

So you wish to play a supporting role to Longarm and me. [He pulls his hands back from the keyboard.] I am not opposed to it. Both of us have plenty of work which with you can help, especially in these early days of forming a crew.

What will your title me? Assistant security officer?

[pffft]

['Assistant'??? Please be merciful with what little of his dignity he has left, Magnus.]

I believe Security Advisor would suffice.

[More systems analysis and detective work, less chasing idiots around through the hallways. This sounds good to him. He always did like his job in mechaforensics. ]

[legalcy]

Noted.

[Several spreadsheets will be updated accordingly.]

Is that all? [He sure hopes it is.]

[pffft]

[he nods.]

I will leave you to your work.