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re_alignment_logs2012-12-08 02:03 pm
thehardway) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-12-08 02:03 pm
the world outside is dark. [NARRATIVE/OPEN?]
WHO: Ultra Magnus. Open if anyone wants to visit him for some reason.
WHERE: His office at the enforcer's HQ.
WHEN Sometime after the Glyphless are all dealt with.
WHAT: There's a lot on Ultra Magnus's mind, but the Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord never rests. There's always a task to see to.
WARNINGS: Various mentions of character death in various ways.
There's still a tired ache in his joints.
Everything with Ultra Magus concerning things like attention to emotions, how to phrase certain things, how to consider a perspective and maintain a sense of being professional no matter how he might actually want a certain matter -- it boils down to the aspect that he needs to behave a certain way because that is what is needed of him. Ultra Magnus must remain a reliable constant.
That doesn't change what he is internally. Not as he silently handed off Drift's body to Wing. Not as he carefully cradled Tailgate's corpse in one arm despite how energon dribbled down to his wrist because of the shot in the head. Finding Swerve, tending to him, trying to not think of how Tailgate sobbed and apologized. Optimus asking him to keep watch over Smokescreen. Collecting Hot Rod's body from Solus Prime.
Or when he finally stood in Alpha Trion's quadrant, looking at Blurr's hard work, and began to arrange graves.
Alone, he allows himself a long time to just. Hold Rodimus in his arms for one last time. He'd tried to repair some of the external damage, because he couldn't bear to see what he had to do. It doesn't change the fact that the colors are faded now. He knows what he had with Rodimus wasn't meant to be very deep, but it didn't change how fond he was of the young, impulsive, potential-filled captain. For Rodimus, it was purely a good physical interaction. For Ultra Magnus, it got more complicated, despite his own attempts to stifle those thoughts and feelings.
In his silence, he calmly places Rodimus away with the others.
He should, logically, see to his own repairs eventually. He knows that. He doesn't tend to put that sort of thing off until the last minute, but this is different and complicated and he can excuse it. Repairs? No, he'll point the medics in other directions. There are others injured besides him, after all.
No, he wants to feel this for a little longer.
It's silent now that they're dead. Magnus slowly limps his way into the headquarters so carefully crafted by McCrane and his friends, finding himself in his office. A familiar, clean comfort zone where nothing changes.
So he sits, pulls up a datapad, and considers.
Right. He should maybe write a report. That would be suitable. Professional.
The enforcer gets to work, as always.
There is one constant that should never change. Ultra Magnus will be that constant.
WHERE: His office at the enforcer's HQ.
WHEN Sometime after the Glyphless are all dealt with.
WHAT: There's a lot on Ultra Magnus's mind, but the Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord never rests. There's always a task to see to.
WARNINGS: Various mentions of character death in various ways.
There's still a tired ache in his joints.
Everything with Ultra Magus concerning things like attention to emotions, how to phrase certain things, how to consider a perspective and maintain a sense of being professional no matter how he might actually want a certain matter -- it boils down to the aspect that he needs to behave a certain way because that is what is needed of him. Ultra Magnus must remain a reliable constant.
That doesn't change what he is internally. Not as he silently handed off Drift's body to Wing. Not as he carefully cradled Tailgate's corpse in one arm despite how energon dribbled down to his wrist because of the shot in the head. Finding Swerve, tending to him, trying to not think of how Tailgate sobbed and apologized. Optimus asking him to keep watch over Smokescreen. Collecting Hot Rod's body from Solus Prime.
Or when he finally stood in Alpha Trion's quadrant, looking at Blurr's hard work, and began to arrange graves.
Alone, he allows himself a long time to just. Hold Rodimus in his arms for one last time. He'd tried to repair some of the external damage, because he couldn't bear to see what he had to do. It doesn't change the fact that the colors are faded now. He knows what he had with Rodimus wasn't meant to be very deep, but it didn't change how fond he was of the young, impulsive, potential-filled captain. For Rodimus, it was purely a good physical interaction. For Ultra Magnus, it got more complicated, despite his own attempts to stifle those thoughts and feelings.
In his silence, he calmly places Rodimus away with the others.
He should, logically, see to his own repairs eventually. He knows that. He doesn't tend to put that sort of thing off until the last minute, but this is different and complicated and he can excuse it. Repairs? No, he'll point the medics in other directions. There are others injured besides him, after all.
No, he wants to feel this for a little longer.
It's silent now that they're dead. Magnus slowly limps his way into the headquarters so carefully crafted by McCrane and his friends, finding himself in his office. A familiar, clean comfort zone where nothing changes.
So he sits, pulls up a datapad, and considers.
Right. He should maybe write a report. That would be suitable. Professional.
The enforcer gets to work, as always.
There is one constant that should never change. Ultra Magnus will be that constant.
He's not trying to be antagonistic or anything...just knows he's got to make a /really/ good--
Thundercracker stiffens a little as Ultra Magnus stands, subconsciously readying to defend himself if he has to . . . and feeling suddenly a little claustrophobic, being caught indoors, in the Autobot's own domain.
Frowning a bit, he shoved the thoughts and reactions aside, responding levelly. "I get that you have no love for me or my faction, Ultra Magnus. Frankly, I'm not suddenly some kind of Autobot sympathizer myself. But this isn't my world, or yours. The war doesn't exist here except where an individual decides to force the issue. The law here isn't 'Autobot law' or 'Decepticon law', either. Unless I'm mistaken, the laws that are currently in place were created and agreed on by a group that represents members of both our factions, plus people from other worlds altogether, having nothing to do with our war. The laws aren't designed to persecute one group or elevate another, but to help protect those who can't protect themselves - " Like Kay. And Four. People he's actually come to care about. " - in such a way that others can't complain about unfairness.
"I did what you told me. I helped with the Glyphless. I cuffed them when I could, and I neutralized those I couldn't. I did so as quickly and painlessly as they'd let me. Every one that I took down was one fewer that you or Blurr or any of the others had to worry about. They're gone, but it's not over. Overlord is out there again, and from everything I hear of this Tarn character, he could prove trouble in a hurry as well. And I'm sure I don't have to tell you that it'd be foolish to think there'd be no other troublesome mechs - truly troublesome, here and now - any time in the future. I have no interest in standing by and watching when I'm capable and willing to assist."
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Although if he was completely sincere, he isn't fond of the idea of permitting a Decepticon to be part of the enforcement team. Though this seems a habit with mechs named Thundercracker, isn't it?
"If you join us, Tarn may see that as betrayal. Are you prepared for that, Thundercracker? To enforce and obey the law completely."
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Thundercracker scowls at the mention of Tarn. "You're asking two separate questions. As far as I'm concerned, Tarn has nothing to do with the law here or its enforcement. And the laws are being made – and enforced – by people I know." By people he trusts, though he's not quite ready to admit as much, not openly. At least not to Ultra Magnus. Not just yet. "So far I'm not aware of a law I have a problem with." He won't make any promises about laws in the future that he does have a problem with, should any come up – he's not going to worry about addressing a yet-nonexistent potential right now, but he's also not going to bind himself to something he has no knowledge of yet. He's done that once already – bound himself to something that later turned out...poorly, to say the least. He's not about to make that same mistake again.
"As for this Tarn character . . . I haven't met him, I don't know him, I've never heard of this 'DJD' thing he claims to be part of. As far as I'm concerned, he's no one. Just because he claims to be of the same faction I am doesn't mean he has any authority over me. Of our entire faction, there are only two mechs who's command I have ever recognized – one, a version of him is here but he seems to have little to no real interest in me – " And he's doing his best to hide his hurt at that, but really, he can't expect the Starscream who is here to fill the place of his own trine leader, not if he just wouldn't. " – and the other isn't here . . . except a version I doubt you've have a problem with. You might like to know that sworn myself to the negative-polarity Megatron who's here, who's more like an Autobot than some of the Autobots I've known."
He folds his arms. He's certainly being talkative, isn't he? But . . . he knows he has to present a good case for the "Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord" (whatever the frag that pretentious title is supposed to mean, anyway
what the frag is the 'Tyrest Accord'?) to give him a proper chance. "If that mech decides that he has a problem with me based on decisions that are my own, that's his problem. If he decides to make them my problem too, I'll deal with it then." Alone if he has to, though he's subconsciously hoping he wouldn't be.no subject
Not that Ultra Magnus trusts any Megatron. But it's something.
"The point of the question is to be sure you understand what your action could lead to. It would be unwise of me to not educate the possibility of you endangering yourself if Tarn decides to view it as a betrayal. Same universe or otherwise, he is a known fanatic." Ultra Magnus folds his arms. "Either way, I would not leave you on your own to face him. No one should have to."
Tarn hasn't openly broken any laws that he's aware of, so he has no choice but to wait and see.
"If you wish to join the enforcement team, there is a form to fill out. It can be done so through the Link easily. The decision is ultimately up to Blurr. But your cooperation previously will certainly... help."
Thundercracker had taken an order and carried it out. It's a step, anyway.
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Ultra Magnus's comment about not being left alone to face Tarn comes as a surprise to the Seeker. He nods, more relieved than he wants to admit. "Thank you."
The mention of the Autobot Special Agent gets a quirked smirk. "Blurr won't be a problem. I already know he supports my decision. He's been..." Does he admit this? To a Decepticon, it would almost certainly be detrimental, but to an Autobot, it might actually be advantageous for him. Or at worst, it won’t likely backfire on him somehow. Either way . . . it's the truth. "Blurr has been a good mech, a . . . friend even, since my arrival a few months ago. I . . . am glad to know him."
Okay, now he's definitely said too much, sincere or not. He shifts, wings flicking. "I'll find the form and have it turned in by tomorrow. And . . . if there's anything else I should be doing . . . ?" Decepticons don't offer to "help" each other (or others), that's an exploitable weakness at best – not to mention the selfish and self-centered nature of pretty much all Decepticons (something he can be quite guilty of too) – but it's clear that the other mech, powerful and capable as he is, has been pushed nearly, if not past, his limits. There's no reason the Seeker, who needs something to do now, something to occupy himself with, can't take some of the load. Or offer to, at the very least.