AUDIO; location encrypted

[thehardway]

I offer a formal apology to Vector Prime and the rest of his brothers, as well as Blurr. I am aware that laws have not been officially made nor approved, but I cannot wait in the light of several criminals threatening to murder innocents and already maiming some of us -- have maimed and tortured others. This, I cannot abide by.

Prism, the A.I. responsible for attacking various victims in this place, including two of my crew members, you will be taken in. You may surrender or you will be taken by force.

Overlord, former general of Megatron, you will not hide. I will reclaim you as a prisoner, and you will be locked away -- for an eternity, as long as that is within my power. You are welcome to surrender, or you will be taken by force.

Jaguar, you have threatened the safety of all on this planet. This will not be tolerated. You may surrender or you will be taken by force.

There are several others under suspicion here due to their... colorful history. I suspect you will know who you are without requiring me to name you so publicly.

Ultra Magnus, out.



[PRIVATE TO: Elita One]

I have a request to ask of you, considering your skills. You are welcome to refuse, of course.


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[PRIVATE TO: Blurr]

Blurr. Cheetor insists on going after Jaguar. I informed him to not approach without back-up. Would you accept following him for now?

Comments

[mccrane]

Should I consider this an order...sir?

[He's got the list, and you're on the committee. He just doesn't know who has authority over who, yet, and he doesn't know if he can trust you yet, either.]

[thehardway]

McCrane, isn't it?

Not as of yet. At this time, it might be best if Blurr delegated orders to you. I can't say that we've determined rank at this point in time.

[As in, he can't officially tell you what to do, though it'd be real nice if you did what he needed.]

[mccrane]

It is. And you are Ultra Magnus. [He heard your name in the broadcast.] It is a pleasure to meet you, sir.

I took the liberty of sending Drill Boy on patrol, chain-of-command or not. [He needed to give the over-energetic officer something to do, after even soccer had failed to distract him from their recent tragedy.] I'll ask him to keep an 'optic' out?

[This lack of clear duties is killing him, but he doesn't blame Blurr. They've all been busy.]
If you don't mind, I'd also like to draft up a schedule. I've made sure at least one person is posted at Headquarters at all times, but we're going to need something more concrete.
May I include you, before I run it past Blurr?

[thehardway]

You as well.

That would be for the best. I heard that you lost one of your own recently?

Your proactive nature seems to be a benefit; I could hardly mind if you wished to work on that.

And you may.

[mccrane]

We...

Yes. [And without Deckerd around, McCrane is liable to take on a significantly heavier workload. For reasons. Namely, avoiding having to think about Deckerd not doing them.]

It needs to be done, and we have the facilities to work on it. Admittedly, until the Law Committee puts a complete system into effect we'll only be able to enforce skeleton laws, but it is better than nothing.

Do you have any policing experience? [So he knows how many hours to give you.]

[thehardway]

Difficult. [And that's as much as he's going to be comforting. He's not skilled at it, really.]

It's a start. I am on both, so I will assist in whatever way I can.

Plenty. Over four million years of it.

1/2

[mccrane]

Very. We aren't used to being apart.

It won't hamper out abilities, but it does take some getting used to.

[He appreciates it, simple as the understanding is. He wouldn't really know what to do with massive amounts of sympathy.]

[mccrane]

[...wait.]

...

[No, that was what he said.]

Four million years?

[Now he feels under-qualified.]