I will admit, her expertise would be sorely welcome given our current predicament.
I've been doing my best to make the best of a bad situation all around, but I'm afraid finding a way back to our respective times is well-beyond my abilities.
[Attached, there is a picture of a Hawaiian landscape that contains the following text handwritten]
Dear Megatron,
You are cordially invited to a luau next Friday at the beach of Nautilus in the Eastern District. We'll be there the whole day long, so please feel free to arrive at any time.
(1) Is Sentinel Prime under your protection? He's getting on my nerves, and I'm getting tired of him hiding behind your name. If he lays a hand on me, he's not getting the hand back.
(2) Is that new Bumblebee one of your guys over at the Beacon under your protection? 'Cause if he attacks me for no good reason, I ain't going to just stand there and take it. I count "trying to arrest me for imaginary crimes" as attacking me for no good reason, so maybe counsel him to go for a drive and chill out or something. Instead of appointing himself chief Autobot law enforcement officer and know-nothing.
First of all, I would highly suggest not approaching me in such a hostile manner. Declaring that you are going to cause them bodily harm if they don't abide by your wishes is not conducive to having me straighten them out.
[ getting that out of the way. don't come into here threatening anyone. that's not going to help you. ]
No one is going to be offered any protection if they cross the line, Motormaster. If you have not done anything wrong, then they have no reason to attempt to arrest you nor harass you in Sentinel's case. If they do, then you are free to use reasonable force in self defense. Otherwise I will be there.
However a perceived threat from your person is not to be ignored either. Mind what comes out of your vocalizer.
I ain't killed any citizens yet, sir. Even when I was attacked and had to defend myself. I do understand 'reasonable force'--no killing 'em once you got 'em down or disabled.
[aggrieved] Ratchet knew I was just joking--I'm Medbay Security, slaggit! It's my duty to protect Medbay staff from other people, not break 'em myself! Sir. Ratchet and I sorted that out when he first arrived.
If third parties get their T-cogs in a jam over stuff that don't concern them, how the slag is that my problem?
'Above reproach'. [Did Megatron seriously say that?]
Sir, I don't think that's going to work. [He taps the badge on his chest] My existence is a reproach to them. I didn't starve and die in exile like a "good Decepticon". As in, 'the only good Decepticon is a dead Decepticon'.
I'm not an Autobot, I don't give a slag what they feel reproachful about, and I am not going to re-program myself to suit their precious feelings. Sir.
Actions are what matter. What I DO is what matters, not what I say when I'm bored! I tried to warn them that they were trying to race down the wrong road, and I think Bee got it, but Sentinel--he wants trouble. Don't know what his problem is, but he's hunting trouble. I'm not the only bad-tempered bastard out there, so if he hunts trouble enough, he'll find it. With someone. Probably won't be with me, if he doesn't come around in my business and start something.
This isn't about Autobot or Decepticon. Do you think that they respect me because I suddenly wear the same badge as them? Do you think that they trust me? No, they do not. It's about what any decent person would do.
Frankly I don't care what approach you take with Sentinel. I'm already fully aware of how difficult he is.
Good day, Megatron. I'm afraid something still inconclusive has come up regarding my health, and Knock Out is insisting I spend a couple of days in the Medbay, so I won't be able to keep up with my usual work. I'll make up for as soon as I'm released.
[He's going to lock this message for Megatron's optics--ear receptors only, just in case]
I apologize for the vagueness, but we still don't know what it's causing it.
[And if KO has found out something, he hasn't tell OP yet]
Furthermore, after I sent you the previous message, I received a communication for the Ascended community. Several of them--us--have been showing the same symptoms, Cybertronians and organics alike. Prolonged fatigue and plant grow in our bodies. No one knows the cause, except it's not a storm.
[Who knows how Mokuren got into his office, but she probably talked some one in to letting her in.
Either way Megatron is going to find a decent sized plant in there. Some sort of carnvious type. And it has a note attached:
Dear Megatron,
You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. And I think you need more in your life, but since you don't seem to enjoy people I thought this would work instead.
It seems small now, but don't worry, I told it to grow extra big for you. It'll stay strong while you learn how to take care of it. Which I hope you do. I'll be disappointed otherwise!
[ what on... see, this is why no one needs to override his security locks on his door. now Megatron is just going to have to discuss with someone how to make sure that no unwanted individuals can get in... honestly!
...this could have been anyone really. If Mokuren had mentioned her plan to some of his crew, they'd have readily helped her to do this.
Megatron stares down the plant. then starts to rub his optics.
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