Cyberformed Inbox

[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]

Yes, it is he.

[He wishes he could feel ashamed but he just had a great night and he won't let anyone bring down his mood.]

My private life is not your business. I will see you later.

[He shuts off the communicator, sets it aside, and turns around to hug Megatron and go back to sleep.]

In the security office

[pffft]

[ Prowl, not one to be dissuaded by the act of being hung up on, turns to Longarm at the other side of the office. ]

Magnus won’t be coming in today. He apparently got a good fragging from Cybertron’s greatest mass murderer.

[intelligenceofficer]

[ There's a derisive snort from the other side of the room. ]

If you said those exact words in that exact order on Cybertron in my universe, you'd be court martialed in seconds.

[ There was a grimace on his face as he continued, as much in response to the current situation as the terrible mental image of his bosses together. ]

At least it's the one who defected? I suppose?

[pffft]

On paper it is marginally better, but I will insist on him getting his brain module examined.

[ fearful of others’ authority? Not even a little bit. Not after a lifetime of sassing the head honcho of the Autobots as his job. ]

[intelligenceofficer]

No arguments here, sir.