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re_alignment_logs2013-04-19 06:20 pm
fun_police) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-04-19 06:20 pm
Entry tags:
Clearing the Air
WHO: Fortress Maximus and Prowl(And more in the future))
WHERE: Police HQ
WHEN: BACKDATED to the beginning of the week (April 13-ish)
WHAT: Prowl and Max discuss Garrus-9
WARNINGS: Punches to the face are highly likely
Ever since his arrival into the Haven, Prowl had hardly hesitated in finding himself a place to be, with a duty to accomplish. In this case, it was assisting in organizing the Police Force. More specifically, helping bulk up and solidify a new Investigative Division for all their forensics operations. That meant gathering investigators and beginning the construction of a crime lab as an extension of the building.
Most of that time had gone quickly and efficiently. The gathering of supplies and construction went mostly unabated. Prowl had sufficient time to branch out from his specific area of expertise to help where he could. Most of his work was in the HQ and involved a desk and a datapad with an obscene amount of data sprawled over it. A typical work-load for Prowl.
The scene Fortress Maximus would find in the HQ was a familiar one. An office organized almost to the point of vice. Each datapad and item with it's specific place, almost always labeled, and meticulously placed in rows. Most likely in alphabetical order. It would be difficult to spot any sort of blemish or dirt that had escaped Prowl's furnishing and cleaning. It was almost waiting for something to get knocked out of place.
In the center of it all was Prowl himself, in his tightly controlled room, sifting through data and taking down notes where relevant.
WHERE: Police HQ
WHEN: BACKDATED to the beginning of the week (April 13-ish)
WHAT: Prowl and Max discuss Garrus-9
WARNINGS: Punches to the face are highly likely
Ever since his arrival into the Haven, Prowl had hardly hesitated in finding himself a place to be, with a duty to accomplish. In this case, it was assisting in organizing the Police Force. More specifically, helping bulk up and solidify a new Investigative Division for all their forensics operations. That meant gathering investigators and beginning the construction of a crime lab as an extension of the building.
Most of that time had gone quickly and efficiently. The gathering of supplies and construction went mostly unabated. Prowl had sufficient time to branch out from his specific area of expertise to help where he could. Most of his work was in the HQ and involved a desk and a datapad with an obscene amount of data sprawled over it. A typical work-load for Prowl.
The scene Fortress Maximus would find in the HQ was a familiar one. An office organized almost to the point of vice. Each datapad and item with it's specific place, almost always labeled, and meticulously placed in rows. Most likely in alphabetical order. It would be difficult to spot any sort of blemish or dirt that had escaped Prowl's furnishing and cleaning. It was almost waiting for something to get knocked out of place.
In the center of it all was Prowl himself, in his tightly controlled room, sifting through data and taking down notes where relevant.
no subject
As much as he'd like to be...
"As I mentioned before, the unstable situation led to bad intelligence. It was all I had to go on. I don't pretend to be omnipresent or infallible, but I did what I could. I'm not Primus, Maximus, I'm no god."
He notices the shift in the ex-warden's tone. Prowl knew better than to assume once his vocalizer had gone hoarse from shouting that it would be the end, but there was always that chance. Perhaps this wouldn't need to end with action.
Not that he wasn't prepared, of course. His optics were still narrowed, just slightly, and analyzing beneath his obdurate expression.