re_alignment | AUDIO; location - Vector Prime's Temple

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AUDIO; location - Vector Prime's Temple

I was debriefed on the situation at hand. I will say this: temporal displacement is specifically against all laws known to me. However, since this was ... an accident and not due in part to any present individuals that I know of, it seems that this is an issue I'll have to let go of.

That aside, I do have other pressing matters at hand.

I am Ultra Magnus, second in command of the Lost Light and agent of the Tyrest Accord. Rodimus, if you are present, respond.

Any other members of the Lost Light should report to me immediately.

If there's anyone else who feels they need to give me additional information, I will accept.

Ultra Magnus, out.

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One more chance, Whirl. That was the agreement.

That stays.

If I might interject...Whirl perhaps it's for the best that you listen to what Ultra Magnus has to say on this matter.

[At least for now. Because Rung does know Whirl is right; any previous authority doesn't seem to apply all that much here in this new Cybertron but...this is Ultra Magnus.]

No.

You know, you're all about how damaged I am? Look at him, going after me because I don't want to kiss his fraggin' Tyrest Accord aft.

Someone's got power issues and it ain't me.

[Sighs softly.]

Then will you at least meet with me?

[At least then he could try and keep Whirl from causing too much trouble.]

I really don't want to see this end badly, Whirl, and if you don't want to interact with Ultra Magnus, please at least do so with me.

Yeah. Fine. Because that was part of the deal.

Thank you, Whirl. I mean it.

Yeah. Whatever.

[Stop being nice to him, Rung. It confuses him.]

[Never!]

Seeing as you know this place better than I do, is there somewhere in particular you'd like to meet?

Start with...not jail.

[Priorities!]

I dunno. [SQUINT.] You been checked out by medics? [Shut up he's totally not worried about you what are you even.]

Well the point of this is to keep you out of trouble and jail, yes?

[Pauses.]

Yes.

[And by yes he means no because he's been too worried about others.]

Just, you know, making that clear.

Yeah? [Have another squint. Because Whirl trusts you about as far as he can throw the Autobot Code, all 10,000 pages of it.]

Who'd you see?

[He's a jerk because you are his frand.]

...Ratchet, who else?

[Most plausible choice right?]

I'm fine, Whirl. Now where do you want to meet?

Yeah? How is old chevron-head, anyway? How those new hands working out?

[IT'S A TRAAAAAAAP.]

Hngh. [He doesn't want to give away the Sekrit Location of Chez Whirl. But there aren't a lot of other landmarky places.]

Could meet you at wherever. [You know, fast helicopter alt? He can do it. He'll even trust it won't be an ambush. But only because it's you.]

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[Oh wow, wrong button.]

No.

You wanna know why? Rules were I was to behave, ya know, not kill anyone.

Not that I obey every stupid whim you have. [He's not that afraid of jail, not here where he's pretty sure he can bust out faster than you can say 'hostile to authority.]

Cause, where's it gonna end? Whirl, come over here. Whirl, polish my footplates. Whirl, put on this tiny cheerleader skirt that shows your aft off really well. [Admit it, you've looked.]

Ain't nothin' I got to report that can't be done over comm. You wanna make something of me not wanting to be in your august presence? Talk to Rung.

I will not tolerate this, Whirl.

And you know I will not.

I don't need to speak to your psychiatrist to keep you in line.

I'm not out of line.

Thing is. There isn't any line.

[You know, outside that frown thing you do so well. Whirl bets Chief Justice Tyrest fraggin' loves that frownyfrown.]