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Longarm Prime:

I have attached my draft of the ship code of conduct. I have recently revised the chapter on storage of materials after the murder. Please respond with your comments, and we can plan an open discussion session with the crew. Afterwards, I can prepare a presentation for the Vehicons to ensure that their work follows our protocol.

Ultra Magnus, Head of Safety and Security aboard the R2

[There's a massive editable pdf attached to this.]

[ It was, of course, an inevitability that he would be receiving the draft code of conduct for review, but did Magnus have to send it when they were also processing an extremely convoluted murder case?

As much as Longarm would have liked to put it off, he felt he still needed to solidify Magnus' opinion of him. Which meant powering through it as efficiently as possible.

After an appropriate amount of time for someone who was not Ultra Magnus to review the document, the following response will be in Magnus' inbox.]

Ultra Magnus:

I have attached my annotated copy of the code of conduct for your consideration. The document is extremely thorough and I believe fully captures any issues that may arise on the ship. Most of my comments are merely suggestion where elaboration or definition may be beneficial given the multi-universal aspect of our crew. We need to account for different levels of familiarity with such a document.

I also highlighted topics I felt would be particularly valuable to include in the follow-up presentation or for discussion with the rest of the crew, which I am sure you already considered.

If there are any specific items you would wish to discuss, please contact me or we could discuss in person in the security office.

Longarm Prime
Deputy Head of Safety and Security

[ Might as well claim the second highest title before someone else showed up. ]

Ultra Magnus:

On a semi-related note, on your desk in the security office you will find the datapad you lent me earlier containing the Autobot Code from your universe.

As discussed, I have gone through and made note of any variations I identified on a duplicate, annotated file. My testimony regarding Wasp's case is also there, though as I said before it was some time ago and may not be as thorough as one would like.

I hope you find it informative.

Longarm Prime
Deputy Head of Safety and Security

[ His annotations of the Autobot Code appear throughout the document, implying significant variance between the two, and included some strategic but minor alterations of certain clauses that would support the guilty charges against Wasp. With no way to factcheck his work, Longarm was certain Magnus would never realize the truth.

His testimony is comprehensive but vague enough to support his claim of not recalling all the details. The facts all line up with his previous claims, though there is an added emphasis on Wasp's bullying and mistreatment of Bumblebee prior to his arrest. ]

Edited 2021-10-30 01:44 (UTC)

[Having had a talk with Wasp, Grimlock decides he needs a discussion with Longarm as well.]

[Having gotten directions from the Vehicons, he comes stomping into Longarm's office. His first impression is that it looks...like an office. One of the desks is well-cleaned, with everything organized into just the right place--a stifling, maddening neatness. The other, Longarm's workplace, looks far more natural with its scattered styluses, piles of datapads, and the occasional empty energon cube. It reminds him of Rodimus' office, only not so colorful.]

[Unlike Wasp, Longarm needed no special treatment, so Grimlock, as usual, is direct with his questions.]

Why Longarm say Wasp traitor?

[ Longarm looked up without pausing as he continued typing yet another testimonial report from the murders. Why. Why did the dinobot have to keep sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Longarm gave a beleaguered sigh, folding his hands in front of him and speaking with excruciating patience. ]

Because he was arrested for treason. Which is what happens when you're a traitor.
I take it you spoke with Wasp?

[Grimlock nods.]

Me speak. He too...[He struggles to find the right word.]...pathetic be Decepticon. And Decepticons all over ship. If he Decepticon, why he no join?

[ Pathetic is exactly the right word as far as Longarm is concerned, but he really doesn't have time for this. ]

He wasn't always like that. He used to be quite mean-spirited, actually. No one ever came to extract him, I'm sure he holds a grudge against however gave him orders.

Plus these Decepticons may have higher standards. I think we both can agree he isn't exactly a fearsome warrior.

If he no like Decepticons, then he Autobot friend.

[There's something cold and dismissive to Longarm's tone, and it rankles Grimlock. It feels like he's back in the Moonbase, getting a lecture from the Autobot officers. Compared to Wasp's nervous, emotional account, it makes him less inclined to trust Longarm.]

Wasp say he should be Elite Guard. Maybe he strong when no scared? You good with find evidence. What evidence you have for Wasp?

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend." That's certainly one way to look at it.

He said he wanted to be in the Elite Guard, but it's never a guarantee. It would have been a tactful position for a spy. The Elite Guard are one of the most informed units on Cybertron and are the first to respond to major threats. I work with closely with them, they're all upstanding bots who report to Ultra Magnus directly.

[ Longarm had seen how Grimlock respected the Ultra Magnus here. That name drop was strategic. He steepled his fingers, head tilted in consideration. ]

What kind of evidence are you looking for?

[Indeed, that mention of Ultra Magnus does improve Grimlock's opinion of Longarm.]

So Elite Guard all good Autobots.

[He taps his chin, thinking of the evidence that should be used against a traitor.]

What Wasp do for Decepticons? Hurt Autobots? Wreck things?

Yes, the best Cybertron has to offer.

[ Somehow manages to say that with a straight face, even as images of Sentinel's many blunders cross his mind. ]

They caught him before he could do much, but if he had succeeded he could have sabotaged Autobot efforts to stop the Decepticons. Wasp could have hurt a lot of Autobots.

But he no hurt Autobots now.

[That is the only thing he can be sure of regarding Wasp. He has never seen Wasp's supposedly nasty past self.]

If he no like Decepticons and Decepticons no like him, why no use him hurt Decepticons?

[ Was it the exhaustion that caused that sentence to be so difficult to parse, or was it just Grimlock? This was worse than trying to converse with Lugnut. Longarm rubbed his forehead, doing his best to hide his mounting irritation. ]

I'm sorry, are you asking why we don't use Wasp to hurt the Decepticons? Or did I mishear you?

Yes!

[Grimlock replies, proud of his own intelligence.]

Longarm say Wasp spy for Decepticons. But now he no want be with Decepticons. Him neutral now. But ask him nice. So he help Autobots. Do spy thing on Decepticons.

[ .... ]

[ .... ]

No, Grimlock, I'm not sure that's a good idea. He isn't really in the best state, and messing with the Decepticons could be dangerous.

I think it best if we just let him have this fresh start until we return to Cybertron. If he really has reformed, I'll be able to report that when we get back.

That good idea!

[He grins, glad that Wasp doesn't need to be considered a traitor, at least, even if Wasp won't be rejoining the Autobots anytime soon. The small bot is so scared, so vulnerable, that Grimlock actually feels bad for him. He doesn't want Wasp to be his enemy.]

Let him be safe. Live peaceful life. Me find other Autobots to fight Decepticons.

Edited 2021-10-31 21:00 (UTC)

Yes, I think that would be a valuable use of your time. [ and more importantly, get him Out of Longarm's office. ]

Myself or Ultra Magnus will be certain to assist if you see anything suspicious.

[Grimlock nods, and then walks out. He's learned all he wants to know.]

Longarm Prime:

Having spoken to Prowl, he and I are in agreement that the nudge gun should be destroyed as soon as possible. Please prepare a meeting with all three of us to smelt it down and ensure it will not be used again.

Ultra Magnus
Head of Safety and Security

[ Already?! He'd barely been able to study it at all with the constant interruptions following the investigation. He had expected to have more time than this. ]

Ultra Magnus:

I will speak with Captain Sparkarrow and secure the necessary equipment. Once I have done so I will notify you immediately.

I do have several questions about this Prowl. I assume he is from your own universe? If so I would appreciate a description of his character. I get the feeling he is going to be rather different from the one I am familiar with, considering he would not be at all involved in these kinds of matters.

Longarm Prime
Deputy Head of Safety and Security

[Oh Primus, this will be difficult.]

Longarm Prime:

Unfortunately, I do not have many positive things to say about him. Prowl has burned many metaphorical bridges with Autobots, includes supposed friends and former partners. He has used others as pawns in his plans and ignores what befalls them. He assumes that his is always right, and that all conflict would be over if he were in total control of every plan.

However, he has mentioned that recent events has forced him to reconsider his course of action, and he is willing to act in an supporting role in the security team. I would trust his knowledge of the rulebook and assessment of time-sensitive and dangerous situations. I would trust him as a consultant, but not as a friend.

Ultra Magnus
Head of Safety and Security

Ultra Magnus:

I can't say that aligns at all with the Prowl I'm familiar with, so I appreciate the intel. Between your description and your original message, I take it he is familiar with the nudge gun or similar weaponry? "Thought warfare" I believe is how you described it previously.

I trust your judgement, sir, but welcome any assistance he can offer. Goodness knows it looks like we will need it.

Longarm Prime
Deputy Head of Safety and Security

Longarm Prime:

It is my suspicion that he is well aware of said weapon. The fact that thought warfare is banned won't stop him from bending the rules to better fit his goals. It is for this reason that we should be careful in how much power we give him as a Security Advisor.

Ultra Magnus
Head of Safety and Security

[ Not the answer he was fishing for, but maybe he could get more information out of Getaway if he was careful. ]

Ultra Magnus:

Understood. I will take that into consideration moving forward.

I'll call you once I have gathered the necessary equipment. It shouldn't be long.

Longarm Prime
Deputy Head of Safety and Security

This is Prowl. I have spoken recently with Ultra Magnus on matters of ship security. It is my understanding that I am to report to you along with him, yes?

[He's got the uptight energy of Magnus fused with a really angry cat. Polite, yet somehow existentially unpleasant. ]

[ Longarm looked mildly surprised. For the most part the various alternate versions of bots he knew were still recognizable. This looked nothing like the Prowl serving on Optimus' team on Earth. ]

Nice to meet you, Prowl. As you're already aware I am Longarm Prime, I've been working with Magnus on ship security. He mentioned you would be joining the security team in a consulting role and spoke quite highly of your capabilities, but did not give much information on your background. Can I ask how you've served the Autobots in the past?

There is a Prowl in my universe but he is quite different from yourself, so I hesitate to make any assumptions.

I was a member of Autobot High Command for the duration of the war. Chief Strategist. I operated under Optimus, naturally.

[ he certainly sounds imperious enough to do a lot of relentless ordering around. ]

Though, I suppose my more relevant experience would have been before the war, as a detective for the Mechaforensics Division in Iacon. I do have a fondness for analysis, you could say.

Under Optimus. Of course.

[ The fact Optimus was the commander of the Autobots was still baffling. The version of Optimus on the ship wasn't exactly convincing him why that would be the norm for other universes. ]

Thank you. I was correct not to assume similarities, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised by the differences. You're far more accomplished than the Prowl I'm familiar with. It actually sounds like your position was rather similar to my own, actually.

I look forward to working with you.

Likewise, I find your company quite tolerable.

[This is a compliment by Prowl standards.]

I am curious to hear of your background. Of all the Primes in our history records, none of them had your name.

Yes, well, for starters "prime" is a rank in my universe, not some mystical leadership title. From what I've been hearing that isn't common. It's a commander position, reporting directly to the Magnus.

I'm Chief of Intelligence on Cybertron. My division gathers intel on Decepticon activities, oversees covert operations, and advises the high council.

I see. Your assumptions of our similar roles would be correct, then.

[Making note of all of this. Now, onto the first order of business: ]

Has Magnus spoken of the nudge gun to you? It is imperative that it be destroyed immediately. Such weapons must not be allowed to exist, much less once they're exposed to the public.

Yes, I'm taking steps to gather the requisite equipment. I'll call you as soon as I have everything ready.

I've never heard of something like this nudge gun before. Is it common in your universe? Something we need to watch for?

No, mind-altering weaponry such as that is exceedingly rare. They are in violation of the Code of Interplanetary Conflict.

It is rather notable if you happen to come across one.

That's good to know, though it does beg the question how Getaway wound up with a weapon like that in the first place. I've read your Autobot Code. The implications are troubling, and I can see why his presence caused such a stir with the rest of the crew.

Hello, Longarm!

My name is Tailgate, and I'm here for your opinion on blue and purple boats, and if you would go on a blind date with one if you could.

You're talking about Riptide, aren't you?

Wow! You're really on top of things.

Yeah, I'm talking about Riptide.

It wasn't that difficult to figure out, not that many bots on the ship meet that description.

Afraid I'll have to decline. Unfortunately I have an agreement with Wasp that I'm not to fraternize with Riptide. He seems like a good bot and I enjoyed talking with him, but I'd rather not upset Wasp further.

[ He does not sound particularly torn up about any of this, admittedly. ]

Edited 2021-11-06 02:33 (UTC)

Hey Shockwave! You want to go for that drink sometime?

And by sometime I mean like, tomorrow or something.

[ He had JUST connected this communicator to the network! Tailgate must have seen the one unregistered contact and assumed it was him. No matter. There was no need to confirm the Autobot's guess was correct.

Shockwave not only does not reply, but also goes the extra mile to hack into the network and delete the conversation log. After what happened with Getaway and Riptide's communication devices, he isn't taking any chances. ]

[Longarm will receive a wrapped gift marked "To Longarm Prime, From Minimus Ambus - DO NOT OPEN UNTIL THE 25TH".

Inside is his very own copy of the unabridged Autobot Code with special highlighted sections and a new glossary of terms that may be confusing to people from other universes.]

[ Wow, thanks. ]

Thank you for the generous gift, Minimus. I apologize I do not have a gift prepared in return as I'm not familiar with the holiday, but would like to say that it has been a pleasure working with you and I am learning much from your example, as I did from Ultra Magnus in my own world.

Sincerely,
Longarm

Longarm Prime:

Do find attached an assessment of a potential security vulnerability regarding [*ship areas relating to the engine bay access*].

[ Starscream's assessment is accurate — it's not a breach, but it's something that has the potential to be exploited. It also includes a brief outline for a suggested fix to the issue.

He's already evaluated it and decided it's not of use to him to keep a secret, so he may as well use the information to gain himself some beneficial notice. ]

[ What a surprisingly proactive message to find after dealing with the numerous assault charges following the dance. ]

Hello,

Thank you for bringing this to my attention. We have been having some trouble with the vehicons stationed in that area following security procedures. Blockbuster in particular. I will speak with them again.

Does your assignment bring you to that area often?

– Longarm Prime
Deputy Head of Safety and Security

[ Starscream commits the name to memory, just in case there ever needs to be a convenient Vehicon to take the fall for something. ]

I pass by the area when returning via the flight deck's fore entrance — it swings past the labs and I generally check to see if anyone's started something new in there.

You're assigned to scouting, correct? Just so you know the new code of conduct will have some additional procedures for off-planet security. All standard measures, but I thought I'd give you and your team a heads up.

Relatedly, there will be new security measures in place for the labs soon as well, after a recent incident. We are still determining the extend but do not be surprised if unauthorized personnel are barred access moving forward.

And just who decides whether someone is unauthorized?

[Well that certainly got a rise, didn't it? Any Starscream having such an interest in science was still a novel concept. He'd assumed the other was an outlier.]

Relax, you won't have anything to worry about unless you're exceptionally foolhardy. We're talking "pointing an energon converter at another cybertronian and turning it on" foolhardy.

Worst it'll be is a basic aptitude test and interview. Most likely authorization will be handled through the security team with approval from the captain and Wrench, though as mentioned we're still finalizing the specifics. Soon as we have it nailed down I can contact you with the details, if you're that interested.

[ Well... Starscream did point an energon harvester at some people, but that was different. He hadn't done it because he was unaware of the effects. ]

Considering the entire security team is — unless the roster has changed — comprised entirely of Autobots, you will forgive my understandable misgivings about such a statement. It could in theory be enforced in such a way that non-Autobots are excluded from information or developments made about the nature of this ship, or the space bridge behaving the way it is.

There's Deckerd. He's neutral as they come. Plus Minimus seems to have a soft spot for Decepticons. I'd steer clear of Prowl though.

That's not to make light of your concern. I wasn't online during the Great War, but I've spent my life protecting Cybertron from the threat of a Decepticon resurgence, and it's my job to know what they're plotting and what they're capable of. From that experience I know that on a ship like this one I'd rather have you as my allies than my enemies. Not that I'm thrilled with the idea, but I'm doing my best to be objective.

That said if you're worried about the bridge, I understand one of the Soundwaves is working on it. If that's your main concern you could go directly to him. Unless there's more infighting amongst the Decepticons than the nonsense the Megatron keep getting into that we don't know about.

I am aware, that is the Soundwave from my universe, albeit he is from farther in the past than I am. There is no better mind to work on the space bridge than his.

That is still not a balance. Why are there no Decepticons on the security team, if you are genuinely striving for impartiality?

[He was already certain that was the case, or he wouldn't have provided Soundwave with his own space bridge data.]

Honestly, because none of them have volunteered or requested a position.

[ Starscream suspects that's mostly because the Decepticons aboard are either too busy trying to claw together some semblance of chain of command, or becoming too relaxed with the current state of things. They don't see that the power isn't in their mangled faction banners, it's in the leverage people have against the status quo of the ship itself. ]

Fine, then I am volunteering. Solus knows we aren't passing enough planets that need scouting to hold my attention.

[Longarm has to take a moment to question why, in every universe he goes to, there is always one or more Starscream there to throw a wrench in his plans. The other Autobots, Prowl especially, would be far more cautious with a Decepticon around. Not to mention another pair of eyes that he had to be wary of. Unfortunately shutting down the request would just bring him under further scrutiny, and he knew first hand how annoying tenacious Starscream were.]

I'll speak to Ultra Magnus and get back to you.

I look forward to it.

[ To be honest, he doesn't expect to hear anything back at all. ]

[He has to pause and take a deep in-vent before sending this message.]

Ultra Magnus has requested that I set up an interview between the three of us. Please be prepared to discuss your credentials for a security position. I have been informed he has also been in discussion with another Decepticon in regards to a partial consulting role.

Let me know what time works best for you.

[ ??? Starscream isn't sure whether he's being trolled here... ]

I see. Who is the potential consultant, if I might inquire?

[ He lists off a few potential times — spread sporadically apart so it sounds like he's actually got something more to do than skulk around the ship — and lets Longarm pick which one. ]

I haven't been involved in the discussions, so I couldn't say.

10am tomorrow in the main conference room. Prowl will also be in attendance. Magnus is very particular and punctuality so try not to be late.

Understood.

Longarm Prime:

Meet me in interrogation room 2 in five minutes.

We need to talk.

[Minimus is marching there immediately after speaking with Optimus. This inexcusable oversight must be addressed as soon as possible.]

If it's an emergency call Prowl or Strongarm, they may be able to respond faster. I'll be there as soon as possible, but I'm at the hangar running the checks on the security protocols for the air lock doors we discussed earlier. It'll take me a few more minutes to get there.

[A text seemed unusual for Magnus if it was an emergency, but he couldn't think of another reason for the urgency. He cancelled the test that was actively running and made a note to start it up again later, heading immediately for the security office.

He walked into the interrogation room expecting to find Magnus with a suspect. Seeing the room empty except for Minimus, Longarm gave him a dubious look.]

Is something the matter, sir?

Edited 2022-02-08 02:43 (UTC)

[Minimus is already impatient despite having one minute to spare. His arms are crossed, he’s tapping a finger, and he looks very, very angry. He’s holding back on outright yelling at Longarm, but it takes considerable effort.]

Yes, something is very much the matter. Our work reflects on the entire security team for better or for worse, and you have delayed our efforts to keep the crew safe by months!

[he holds out a data pad - the one Longarm filled from his interviews with the crew from a while back.]

You wrote that one of the Megatrons was indicated to be a person of concern based on a discussion with the young Optimus Prime. You failed to include the fact that he killed Optimus! And he had shared that information with you!

What do you mean delayed? What do you think I've been doing the past few months!

[Longarm reached out to snatch the datapad from Minimus, glancing over the report. He remembered it, of course, but why on Cybertron was it being dredged up now?]

As I recall he said Megatron attempted to kill him. Sorry for not finding "I was thrown into a star but survived somehow" credible enough to include in my report. Besides which I think we can both agree not all the information I was provided at that time was factual, considering I had Getaway insisting Ratchet was a threat to the crew.

Credulous or not, we include every detail in reports so we can verify them. It would have been easy to dispute Getaway's claim after the moment, but we could have helped Optimus earlier if we - if I had asked him for the details.

[It doesn't feel fair to write down only the things that sound right. Where's the justice in that? What kind of security team would they be if they could decide what really happened? Yes, it adds a lot of work, but Minimus believes that it is much, much better to be safe than to regret what could have been done.]

He felt ashamed of his murder. This is not what we are meant to inspire as heads of security.

Then please enlighten me on what your course of action would have been if you had that information. Keeping in mind that there was no evidence and this was before we were aware of the resurrection element of the space bridge. People didn't just die in stars and come back to life.

[His voice remained level, but there was a creeping tension. Every bit of nonsense they'd had to deal with, all the misinformation and frankly ridiculous murder scenarios, and this is what got under Minimus' plating? He'd done everything right, bent over backwards to meet Minimus' exacting standards, and yet Minimus was acting like this was some unforgivable crime. Minimus, who was dating a bona fide war criminal.]

If I may be so bold, sir, we can't control how people feel. I did not do or say anything to shame Optimus, though personally I do think he should feel ashamed for so willingly trusting a Decepticon without knowing anything about them. Last I checked our job was to respond to emergency situation, ensure crew safety, and minimize or eliminate security concerns, not to coddle those who feel bad as a result of their own poor judgement.

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We could have questioned it. We could have asked how he came to life, spoken with Captain Sparkarrow - [He makes quick, cutting motions with his hands as he lists out the possibilities.] - this could have saved us the grief of those deaths months ago!

[Even if his Megatron has killed billions, he was well behaved this entire time and did not lie in his reports.]

He was ashamed enough already, but we have humiliated him by seeming not to care for his well-being. I don't know how they ran things in your universe, but I'm the head of security on this ship, and I say that we have a minimum standard of decency!

[Longarm scowls at this ludicrous leap in logic, holding up his hand and raising one finger in succession.]

First of all, questioning why Optimus survived would not have prevented any murders.
Second, neither Optimus NOR Megatron were involved in the subsequent murders.
Third, don't think it went unnoticed the murders which took place involved your Autobots, from your universe, who served on your ship, which doesn't exactly reflect well on you, or by extension the security team. And let's not forget you left the crime scene investigation the moment it became personally uncomfortable for you, leaving me to try and prevent Antlers and Grimlock from tampering with the evidence while completing the investigation myself.

If my not writing down "Megatron, tyrant of the Great War, is a murderer" on a report which we both know is already fundamentally inaccurate because of the information I was given undermines months of dedicated work, then I really have to question your approach as a commander and a leader, sir.

[He crossed his arms and glanced away with a surly expression, channeling his irritation into a petulant frown to really sell this next bit.]

I don't recall the captain giving you the position 'head of security', you took the post of your own volition and I didn't say anything because I didn't want to create any friction between us at the beginning. I may be younger than you and didn't participate in the war, but I'm still a member of Autobot high command. I'm not any less qualified for the position than you are.

I expected this to be similar to my work with the Ultra Magnus from my universe, but the supreme commander is utilitarian and efficient. If I brought every unreasonable claim to him I'd be dismissed for wasting both our time. I suppose it was my error for assuming the same of you.

I left to check on Ratchet! I trusted you to continue investigation without my supervision! [And yes, he was embarrassed about his feelings for Punished being out there in the open, but...] I admit I was uncomfortable with what we had found, but I was not making myself useless!

One detail, Longarm, losing one detail on an investigation could ruin everything. At the very least, I expected you to be thorough in your reports. Even Prowl knows not to leave out information! [Unless it directly impacts him, but Skyguy has nothing to do with Longarm as far as Minimus is concerned. This is just laziness.] I cannot be around for every interview, and I expected to understand everything that had transpired from your report!

...Do not speak as if I were in direct command of the Autobots. I am not the Ultra Magnus of your universe, and I am not captain of this ship. I was not the captain of my own ship, merely the second-in-command to my superiors. I am not even the leader of the Autobots among the R2!

Well the timing of when you left to "check on Ratchet," who was being well cared for by the medics, was awfully convenient for you, and while I did complete the investigation myself it would have gone a lot smoother if you had assisted with removing the interfering parties beforehand. Unlike Ultra Magnus, I'm not exactly a match for a dinobot. You could have at least removed Grimlock from the scene first.

[He smacked the datapad irritably.]

This wasn't an investigation, or an interview. This was cursory information gathering which I did of my own initiative in an effort to better familiarize myself with the crew. I didn't have the benefit of previous relationships with a third of them like you did. I had to start from scratch. Every official document I have ever prepared for this office has been thorough, exact, and accurate.

[A scoff.]

Perhaps not formally, but it's evident the Autobots on this ship view you as an authority and respect you more than the rest of us. Do you have any idea how long it has taken for the crew to be willing to come to me with concerns when you're unavailable? How infuriating it has been that no one takes me seriously here? Even my rank of 'prime' is treated as nothing more than a curiosity, a rank I worked hard to achieve in my universe and not something that is lightly earned.

[He tilts his head upward. At his height, the intended meaning of looking down on him is mostly lost.]

If you take issues with me leaving you in charge of another, then we can talk about this at our upcoming internal review. Regardless, I hope that your future work is audited before it arrives at my desk.

[If that were all Longarm had said, Minimus would leave it at that. Unfortunately, he also had to attack his behavior outside of work. Rules and regulations were easy to debate and defend. His informal authority is a strange and confusing topic of discussion, but he knows that he feels indignant about these insults.]

Then you know how I felt when I first boarded the Lost Light. I had no power to reign in their behavior, and my suggestions were ignored if not outright defied. In my experience, I suggest learning to be "personable" - or you may take the initiative in addressing the many altercations on this ship.

[Internal review?! More Autobot bureaucracy!?]

I am perfectly capable of overseeing those within our department, thank you very much, but you can't pull rank with "I'm head of security" and then claim you have no authority on the ship. It doesn't work that way. Perhaps you did struggle on the Lost Light, but that's not where we are, is it?

Being personable and being respected are not mutually linked, Minimus. I get on just fine with the crew, and I've handled my fair share of incidents. I've never used that as an excuse to leave all the work to you, either. But facts are facts, and you can't deny that you have more power on this ship than the rest of us. Unless you're going back on your entire argument that you can't just ignore information that is inconvenient. Which I will reiterate was not what I was doing since it would have been LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE to survive being tossed into a star.

[A shame that is wasn't anymore, because he could think of one or two green mechs on this ship he would love to toss into a star himself right about now.]

[ Outside the office door, the parts that have been coming through are quite enlightening to eavesdrop on. But in interests of not witnessing the entire Security team implode, and possibly in future interests for himself, Starscream chooses now to rap on the closed door and call through politely: ]

Forgive my interruption of a superiors' private meeting, but one of you needs to sign off on the shift change report. Whose desk shall I leave it on?

[Minimus opens his mouth to respond to Longarm, but his attention is interrupted by a knock on the door. He turns to face it - did anyone hear the conversation? Was Starscream waiting outside for minutes? Well, hopefully no one else was eavesdropping.]

I can review it. Thank you. [After all that, Minimus needs something tedious to get his mind back into order.]

Longarm. I will speak with the other officers on auditing your reports for the upcoming month. I am afraid that our conversation has taught me that this department is in dire need of a communication policy.

[He walks to the door and rests a hand on it.] I mustn't keep you from your work any longer.

[ Following their conversation in Security, Starscream has bargained for the repair supplies from Longarm's list. ]

I've secured the supplies you listed. To where should I bring them?

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I can pick them up from the security office. Thank you for your assistance, hopefully it wasn't too much trouble?

[ Starscream's not about to reveal what he had bargained with his counterpart for, even if it were no great loss for him. Better to simply appear like he can achieve whatever goal is set in front of him with ease. ]

Not at all.

[Given his own experiences with the other Starscream, Longarm found that somewhat hard to believe, but who was he to say. Maybe the Starscream had a better relationship than he previously assumed.]

Regardless, I'm much obliged. I expect he wants them returned in short order?

Let me mediate my counterpart's expectations. I'm the one you're dealing with for the tools, regardless of where they came from, and *I* want them returned in a good working order when you're finished with them, nothing more. Which given your meticulous and capable nature, I'm certain won't be an issue.

There's no need for flattery, but you're right that won't be a problem. You'll have them in equal or better condition upon their return.

The repairs should not take me long. I will let you know once I have them completed.

Understood.

Hey, Longarm! You have some weird tension goin' on with Magnus. How about I set you up on a date with him?

I happen to know Magnus is quite opposed to mixing personal and professional business, so I doubt he would be amenable to the idea.

Besides which, isn't he already in an arrangement with Megatron? I doubt I'm his type if he's into decepticon warlords.

Megatron is gone. I don't see why he wouldn't be into you, you're really handsome and smart!

[Longarm doubted the sincerity of those statements, but he'd let it slide.]

That may be, but a tall, brooding, former Decepticon warlord I am not.

I get the impression you aren't going to take 'no' for an answer so I'll humor you, but I am positive it will not go anywhere.

[He was well aware of how persistent Tailgate could be, it stood to reason his partner in crime would be just as relentless.]

I bet you could be if you wanted. Never give up on your dreams. It's Deceptican, not Deceptican't.

Nice. Gotcha.

[For spark's sake, please stop talking.]

Just send me the details.

[buy his silence. 5000 shanix per minute.

...that being said, riptide says nothing else, just pings the details over to poor, long suffering longarm.]

I will be remaining on duty in the Security office during the event on Eco Memoria.

[ It's not phrased as a request. ]

[Drat. There went his most believable alibi. Too bad.]

You don't wish to attend? I can't say I blame you.

If you're on-duty, I may take the evening for myself in that case. The ball isn't exactly my speed but I wouldn't mind a reprieve. This has been quite the month.

I am less enamored of Eco Memoria than others, and in any case I doubt my presence will be missed. I have other work I can do in the meantime.

As you'd like. Will you be reachable by comm should the need arise?

[ Magnus confirmed he would be, so it seems only logical to check the same of Longarm. Not that Starscream particularly expects anything to go amiss, but for all the skepticism of others for having Starscream on the Security team, he does seem to at least be responsible with it. ]

As always. Don't hesitate to reach out if anything comes up.

[ He knows it's just Longarm's formally polite manner, but that's still a nice thing to be told. ]

Thank you.

[She gives it a few days, mostly so she's back to looking mostly not fungus, before she seeks Shockwave out, phasing up through the floor out of sight (but still within range of her senses) before she approaches him like a normal person.

Look, she's not yet ready to just randomly appear in front of a Decepticon with blood magic, and if she's correct...

There's a grin on her face, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.]

Hey, you have, like, a moment?

[Having been recently discharged from the medbay, Shockwave was still recovering somewhat, but he was well enough to be released. Even if she didn't have ridiculous warden senses, Shockwave was still leaving a faint glitter trail wherever he went. At this moment, it led to one of the supply rooms, where Shockwave was helping himself to some of extra scientific equipment. A box sat on a shelf was slowly being filled with vials, tubing, wire, and an assortment of other items which he was meticulously tracking on a datapad as he went, predicting the inevitable request for resupply.

He turned as Moonracer arrived, regarding her casually. She certainly was looking more cybertronian than she had on Ekosi.]

Now is as good a time as any. Shall I assume this is about your little warning from the battle in Radiance?

Yea.

[She shrugs a little, wheels spinning as she considers her words, all the while focusing in on Shockwave. If he does try something, she needs to be ready to move.]

Like, I had way too much to focus on then, but... I saw your blood seal. On you and your clone. It's the same as Longarm's. There's also a lot of similarities between you and him to be, like, coincidental.

[Shockwave had stopped what he was doing to give Moonracer his full attention, noting her unease. He had been wondering when someone outside the security office would put two-and-two together. It stood to reason it would be Moonracer, who had had the most experience with him outside the ship, and specifically his magic.]

Similarities, hm? Do go on. I'd love to hear what thoughts have been rattling around in that pretty head of your's.

[He personally suspected there weren't many, given her impulsive actions during their last mission together.]

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Oh, sure. Hmm, where to start. It's kinda hard, you know?

[Her beaming, pleased smile is all clueless, vain airhead. The very image of an excitable, impulsive Velocitronian who probably took forever to learn how to snipe. It lasts for a moment then it's gone, replaced by a sharp glint in her optics.

Behind what she wants the world to see is a highly intelligent person.]

Outside the blood magic? You started to show up more after Longarm vanished from Security. Your's and Longarm's chassis and treads are similar, even despite the differences in configuration and size. But I think if I laid them out, they'd be much the same. Your eye almost perfectly matches his head jewel, so there's that too.

Longarm... Everyone knows Intelligence mechs are a bit weird. Yet they are Autobots, and Longarm... He. No... You... didn't act like one on that away mission we shared. An Autobot wouldn't mind control someone.

Then there's the hate towards Baki, who I know you, Shockwave have never met. Like, Longarm complaining about him I could see. Shockwave... No.

[She beams brightly, still focused on him. If he moves, she moves.] There's more I can tell, too. I didn't become a sniper on looks. That's, like, really stupid.

[Shockwave listened attentively as she explained her rationale. She probably expected him to lash out at her for uncovering his secret, but truth be told he was surprised Magnus and Starscream hadn't done that themselves already. Though he hadn't expected the air-headed racer to be able to piece it together.]

And here I'd written off any chance you had a spark of sense in your processor, Given your predilection toward acting without thinking. Color me surprised.

[He sounded more bemused than anything as he activated his electronic paint job, purple armor turning to silver and teal, though oddly enough the glass like translucency remained the same, as did the light coating of glitter.]

However I do take issue with the assertion that an Autobot would never mind control someone. I've met plenty you would leap at the chance.

[She flashes a bright grin, but it isn't what she focuses on.]

Without another Autobot around? I'd hope not yet... Likely. [Reality of war against the hope of optimism.] But in front of fellow Autobots? No, I refuse to accept it. Now, bully, intimidate, threaten? [Shrug] I'm optimistic, not blind to what gets results.

[Only her morals kept her from becoming a Decepticon.]

Regardless, I- [Her feet sink into the ground before Moonracer clamps down on the impulse to phase back out of magic range. She offers a sheepish smile as she settles back to being normal.] Still learning. Yet- I want you to think on this for a bit; I'll be asking the other scientists and getting Knock Out involved, but-

[Inhale, exhale, even as she looks up to meet his optic, every inch as serious as she intends.] I need to know the limits of what I can do now. All limits unless I veto it. Magic and otherwise, unless I veto it.

You let me handle Knock Out, okay?

No. I meant it precisely like that. The Autobots as an institution have hardly been the paragons of virtue seem to ascribe, but I should expect as much from an Autobot.

[He was in no way saying the Decepticons were good in comparison, but it must be convenient for her to pick and choose what actions she was willing to turn a blind eye to.

As she continued he folded his arms, a note of incredulity in his voice when he replied. He didn't miss that slide into the floor, and his gaze narrowed in on where her feet met the floor. He'd seen wardens do the same time and again, and he remembered her fungal appearance in Radiance, but the fact she could do that was. Hm.]

Let me confirm: you are asking me to risk the wrath of your beloved medic in order to test how much magical damage you can take, knowing how Monarch Eclipse reacted to Quintessa's magic?

[Despite everything, he did not sound opposed this plan. He was curious himself, not to mention the fact he was still working out the limits of his own abilities, but he didn't trust her ability to keep Knock Out rationale about it.]

Different worlds.

[It's not a dismissial, not quite. Shockwave was wrong; had to be. Her Autobots still held to some sembance of the virtues they had back when the war started. They had to. Yet... Moonracer pushed the thought away, unwilling to face it.]

But, yes. Like I said, I'll deal with him. So, all I'm asking is if you are willing to help me discover what limits I have, knowing I have the final veto over what is done. I also...

[She shifts her weight with a small exhale. This is a Shockwave. Not hers, but...] I believe that if you are anything like the Shockwave I knew, then you'd rather a... a live specimen who's willing to give feedback than a dead one whose only use is, well, dissection and the wrath of my friends.

[Of her Amica, but she's not telling Shockwave just how much Knock Out means to her.]

Like, take a month or so to consider it, ok?

[He could keep arguing the point, but he wasn't really in the mood for a cyclical discussion on Autobot morality.]

That depends entirely on the point of study, so your premise is flawed in that particular regard, but I've no interest in eliciting further ill will with Knock Out. Without good reason, anyway.

[From his tone it was clear he did not consider her proposal good enough reason, at this point. He may not know the specifics of their relationship, but given Knock Out's reaction when she'd been petrified, which she had missed, he could make a fairly astute guess on how protective they were of one another.]

I will only consider this if I hear the assurance from the medic himself, but I'll consider it. You don't exactly have many alternatives, do you.

Were you planning on attending the ball? If so, will you accompany me?

[He assumed Shockwave would go with him, if he planned to go, but there was a saying about assuming things.]

I did not have specific plans, but I would hardly turn down an evening in your company accentuated by quality beverages.

I look forward to it. I’ll see you there.

Shockwave...
Are you my Shockwave?
My Abbot of Agony?
Oh how I miss our times together, the havoc you can wreak. The mayhem that the manifestations of your mind may maintain...

Flattering as your alliterative introduction was: No.

Ah see herein lies a problem I had not foreseen. That is precisely the reply my dear companion in chaos would give me.

The only one in my universe as keen on flattery as you was Starscream and he is far from a "dear companion" of mine.

The name has some passing familiarity. A Seeker and a snake who would sooner stab you in the back then keep you good company.

Old Skywarp here though, oh you would never find a finer fellow. Not a dishonest bolt in my body.

A fair assessment of Starscream to be sure. However, I can confirm with certainty we are not from the same universe, as the Skywarp from my world is accounted for already.

Hey, you busy?

Not any more than usual.
What is it?

Can I come by?

Very well. The door will be unlocked. Please don't use the vents.

Okay, thanks. I wasn't feeling up to it anyway.

[Aaaand make his way he does, even if it does take a little longer when you can't cut across halls and through rooms via the ventilation system. But Donnie eventually makes it and looks around as he slips inside Shockwave's room.]

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[The lab looked much the way it usually did, with the organized chaos of ongoing research. One new addition however was a tank set on the back counter which featured a flashy, blue, metal fish with flair of flaming red fins that swam through the air within. Almost certainly Cybertronian in nature.

Shockwave himself was at a large board, notating what appeared to be a series of sigils. He looked over when the saw the turtle enter, and stepped back from the board.]

Now what was it you wanted to see me about?

[The movement from the new occupant is quick to catch Donnie's attention. The colors seem out of place in here.

He wanders over where Shockwave is, head tilting at the markings on the board.]

Oh. Uh...

[He glances down at his hands, tucking them against his chest as he shuffles his feet, suddenly awkward. ]

I'm not really sure where to begin. Magic stuff, right?

I see.

[Shockwave set aside his stylus, moving towards his desk to take a seat, fully expecting Donnie to fly up there rather than continue the conversation from this awkward height. He steeped his claws.]

Then start where any scientist does: with the facts in order.

[At least Donnie takes the cue, and not long after, he's up and hovering above the desk before settling down.

He knew he'd come to the right person for this. Nodding at Shockwave's suggestion, the turtle takes a deep breath, sorting his thoughts.]

You know the summary of our mission to Iskwiyac. Well... I wasn't one hundred percent sure at the time, but after the meeting, I think I can confirm that these- the Keystone Gauntlets, were made by Solus Prime.

She was able to communicate with me through them, or at least...whatever was left of her. I'm not sure how that works, but I haven't gotten any response since we left. But over there, she told me a little more about these....

[He lifts his hands again, turning them as he looks them over. They don't really look any different than when he'd first gotten them, just a strange black coating covering his hands up to his elbows.]

How intriguing. For better or worse my universe does not have these "thirteen primes" the others seem to hold in such esteem. Aside from what came up in the meeting, I know little of this Solus Prime.

[Most of his knowledge on them was second hand from these mission debriefs, and thus far he had managed to avoid direct contact with any of their artifacts.]

What was it you found out?

Considering our track record with them here, I don't think that's necessarily such a bad thing.

[He huffs. Maybe he's not exactly the best person to judge but his personal experiences have not been all that great, and not just one but two of them have literally left an impression on him whether he wanted it or not.]

She made things. I guess that goes along with her artifact being a Forge, but... Well, I guess she didn't really specify what the Gauntlets can do. She said it amplifies the will and power of the wearer. The more you give, the more power you get.

...that...doesn't come without a price, of course.

I've come to the same conclusion.

[The legacy of these primes certainly seemed to be causing more problems for the ship than almost anything else in this universe.]

Sounds in alignment with most magic I've encountered so far. Blood magic works in a similar way.

I guess it's not completely out there. Even from a scientific perspective, it makes sense, power has to come from a source.

[Donnie holds his hands up, tensing his fingers, and in an instant they morph into more clawlike points, not completely dissimilar from Shockwave's.]

Princer's the one who told me I could do this. He's um. Also the one who told me that I basically don't have any arms from the elbow down because they've basically become these things. He said the more I use the Gauntlets' power, the more this'll eat away at me.

Which...is probably what Solus meant when she said there was a price I'd pay with my organic flesh but she still could've been a little more specific if you ask me. [HUFF]

Princer does like to talk, doesn't he.

[Shockwave gave Donnie's arm the gentlest tap, considering his claws are nearly as long as the turtle was tall.]

Call me a pragmatist but isn't that more practical? You organics are so delicate.

[Donnie snorts a little at that. That Princer liked to talk is a bit of an understatement.]

Well...

[He flexes his weird little claws that maybe don't look entirely too weird to him.]

That's true... I mean, I don't think I'm that bothered by it? But it's still kind of weird. And then there's the whole magic thing but I guess I can't be entirely mad about that since I guess I've always had some kind of ability.

Unless you are in a rush to be rid of it, my recommendation is to make the most of it. It does have it's uses. Now that you know the terms, you can utilize it as you see fit.

[He gestured around the lab, to emphasize his point. He'd certainly done what he could to make the magic his own.]

If you choose not to use it, then there's little to concern yourself with at the moment.

Not sure how possible it would be to "get rid of it" anyway, I just kind of figure I'm stuck with it. Guess there are worse things to be stuck with. Anyway, they've come in pretty handy.

[He lets his fingers shift again, back into his more familiar digits.]

Figuring out what else I can do with them just makes the most sense.

You seem to be making progress exploring uses that don't require the use of the gauntlet's power directly. From my perspective there is little to be fretting over for the moment.

I'm guessing I have a certain limit, or like...I'm at a particular level. I can use the power of the gauntlets to an extent without it spreading.

[He looks around Shockwave's desk for anything he can use to demonstrate.] But...I just thought it'd be good to have someone aware of what all's going on in case...it for whatever reason gets really bad. And you're like one of the only other people I know who's both scientifically minded and magically...burdened. Or something.

[Shockwave's desk was its usual amount of cluttered, there were plenty of miscellaneous objects scattered about: stylus and vials, assorted electronic and mechanical components.]

Well I can certainly make a note of it in my records. If you wish to submit regular reports on the status and need an objective observer then you are welcome to send them.

[Vials are at least easier to replace. It stands a little taller than him, which is easily over his limit for Amalgamous's powers, which don't really obey any actual physics that it's super annoying but that's another subject.

Donnie goes over to the glass and sets his hands on it. Purple light traces lines along the black stone of his forearms and hands, the light extended briefly around the vial in question before it's reshaped into a square dish.]

I can do that. I have the initial scans I made that I pulled from the medical office too.

[Shockwave watches with curiosity. Quite the ability.]

And this is due to the gauntlets? Interesting.

Would you be willing to share the results of the scans?

[Donnie nods.]

I guess in a way it acts as an extension of my inherent ability.

[Which might be news but he's kind of distracted.]

Yeah. Let me just...

[He taps at his bracer computer, bringing up said files to send over to Shockwave. Everything seems normal by way of readings, just that nothing comes up at all on the scans to even register that Donnie has any limb past his elbows.]

[ While you were away someone has been in your lab.

It doesn't look like this someone has really rifled that much through your possessions. Or stolen anything.

How do you know someone was here? There is a tiny plastic human toy baby sitting on a countertop. it is perched upon a sticky paper upon which an intricately made 'ritual circle' has been drawn. There is also one placed into any and every unlocked cabinet ]

[ Recently Bass requested some important information. Who... is the strongest Cybertronian on this ship. He received a hot tip that it was 'Shockwave' but also 'not the Senator one'. There were a few thoughts that went through his processor. One... it was really dumb that there were two people here with the SAME NAME. It must get confusing! Two, while he does (surprisingly) know what a Senator is, he has no idea what a Senator looks like. Do they wear signs? Bass guesses probably not.

This leads him to one conclusion: He has to fight BOTH of them to make sure he's actually fighting the strong one.

This leads him to a second conclusion: He has no idea where Shockwave lives. He could ask for direction, ask if anyone knows... but that begs the question... If they know how strong Bass is will they even tell the truth?

There is now one solution: He has to canvas the ship himself and check every inhabited room he comes across.

So there's the backstory. And that's why Bass, armored up in his winged Treble armor (being able to fly covers ground quicker!) is pounding aggressively at your door.

This one has to be it... he's checked EVERYWHERE else. ]

[Shockwave glances irritably towards the door. How irritating! Didn't this person have anything better to do? He isn't about to interrupt his work for just anyone, so he calls out from his desk.]

What is it?

[ Bass scowls at the door. This is UNACCEPTABLE! Who just... just doesn't answer a door?! Is polite society DEAD? ]

I'M LOOKING FOR SHOCKWAVE! ARE YOU SHOCKWAVE?!

[ His voice is loud enough to be audial shattering even through the wall. It's kind of impressive. ]

[ Whenever Shockwave returns from his bloody little jaunt there's something new in his lab. It appears to be a flat white slab the size of Shockwave's chassis. It's glossy on one side, quite matte on the other and is a bit featureless aside from a glowing boarder and a single button near the bottom.

Also the fact that someone's written on it on permanent marker.

Scrawled on the surface in a twisted almost intentionally illegible handwriting is as follows:

Found my imploder!
For various reasons I don't want to keep this in my living areas. Please take care of it for me for a bit!
ty♥♥♥
Skywarp

]

[The sounds of the medibay start up on the call before Megatron begins to speak, slurring out his message in a brogue even thicker than his usual]

Shockwave, do y'have updates on... anything? Some kinda report on th'frontlines or some such feckin nonsense. Anything. That battleaxe Wrench won't let me leave and I can't get that knob Spinister to answer his comms, had better times buried up to m'neck in a cave-in!

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[The voice was unmistakable, and Shockwave would have rolled his eye in annoyance if he could. The sounds in the background and the mention of Wrench at least gave the call some context, but that didn't make it anymore welcome.

Shockwave was quick to come up with a solution, though.]

Indeed, Megatron. I just received a report of utmost importance which requires your immediate attention. I insist you read through it carefully before deciding on your next strategy.

[Attached is a meticulously thorough report which he had prepared for Ultra Magnus when he was on the security team as Longarm Prime. It recounts the condition and maintenance requirements of every safety lock component on the ship. The report was over a year old, but he took the liberty to change the date before sending it.]

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For all she's learned on the R2, Sarah is, at her core, an AI—a Self-Learning AI with a child's curiosity, leashed only by her willpower and five years of learning Real People behaviour. Today that's failed.

She's seen this door so many times on her walks through the vast ship. Always wondered what lay behind it.

She wants to know, she needs to know, she must know, and driven by her programming, Sarah steps closer to the door, rests a hand on it, and starts to push with all her not-inconsiderable strength.

Will it give? She doesn't think so; the entire ship is built from sterner stuff than any organic could hope for, but she must know before she does anything else.

Shockwave hadn't survived on Cybertron without being acutely aware of when someone was outside his door. Even if that was only the sound of something bumping up against it.

He looked up from his terminal, watching the door critically.

I will give you the badges to do what you need to.

[after a LOT of deliberating, because everything aside he extremely doesn't trust shockwave with this tech, but they don't really have a better option.]

Let me know if you need any further equipment.

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[Victory.]

Excellent, I will get to work developing a neutralizing device for the space bridge room.

Your cooperation is appreciated. I have what I need for now.

I would appreciate it if you would keep me abreast of your progress.

[and yes, he's completely aware shockwave could and probably will just send him falsified or heavily edited reports, if he even does at all.]

I will be sure to pass along any new discoveries.

[ At some point when Shockwave stepped away, someone has visited his lap. There on his workbench is a large energon colored duck-wait no it's a clear duck. It's just full of someone's energon. Who's energon? Who knows! It's free energon though! Stewed lightly in the No Place so it's also a bit weird in a way that's hard to put a finger on. ]

Shockwave, do you have a moment? I am curious to know if the method of memory extraction you mentioned before works on corpses?

It has been attempted before, however the success rate is rather low, and even if it does work the information is usually incomplete or corrupted. It also take a significant amount of preparation.

I take it you have a corpse in mind?

Yes. When I was investigating the mall offices with Shotlock, we found the head of a minicon in a water cooler. Another group was trying to steal it mentioned that it had important information.

[...a water cooler?]

Is there any corrosion or water damage to the processor?

I can make an attempt, though I'll need some time to prepare. I will let you know when I have the necessary set up.

[Look organics are weirdos. He has no idea why anyone would put a head in a water cooler.]

Not that I can tell, but I have not disassembled the head down to the processor yet. I did not want to do something that might interfere with your technique. I will make myself available whenever you are ready.

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