[So Minimus is alive. Scorponok's horrid experiment has ended, and that horrible scientist is behind bars. Again. The entire event was a mess, and Minimus had to miss crucial moments due to the unfortunate issue of being dead.
At least he knew that his death meant something when he walked into his own wake. Granted, most of the mechs there were fighting over the minutae of the ceremony, but Minimus couldn't find the energy to be proud of their dedication to details.
But without an emergency to occupy him, there's only the normal, everyday schedule waiting for him. Just another week of paperwork like nothing happened. Back to reviewing the damage done to the ship. Everything is the same as before he was crushed to death- well. Not everything.
A few more of their numbers disappeared from the ship. Verity went back to her life on Earth. Megatron returned to his cell with new, wonderful memories. And Minimus was left alone. The office feels quieter and emptier, which is odd, because he can't detect any change in the room equipment or number of people visiting him.
And he's really trying to keep it together and pretend it's all business as usual. This ship needs someone who can take care of things when disaster strikes.]
[megatron is also unhappy about a lot of things, but they pale in comparison to minimus's misery. he's also kind of annoyed the little green idiot got himself killed trying to be a hero.
expounding on megatron's line of thought will do no-one any good, as it is as one track as always.
he clomps into the office without knocking, very rude, and puts his hands on the desk, leaning forward.]
You are miserable. This bothers me, as I have unfortunately become invested in your continued happiness after our building of camaraderie on Etz.
[god, he's getting as bad as optimus. disgusting.]
[Minimus gives Megatron a glare at his horrible rudeness. His Megatron knew to knock even outside of work hours. His Megatron could comfort him, not this smaller, angrier version who still has his husband and his liveliness.]
My emotional state is none of your business. [As bad as Optimus? No, he's worse than Optimus.]
[That actually does something! Minimus jumps out of his chair and makes a hissing noise.]
What was the purpose of that?! [He rushes over to pick up each individual datapad, wipe it, set it on the table, sort the documents, align them nicely, and wipe the area of the floor they fell on.
Ten minutes wasted from that stunt.] Am I the only one you could have asked?
You... like to sort things. [shit. realising he doesn't know minimus as well as he thought. maybe one horrific shared event doesn't a friendship make. does he even want to be friends? does megatron have friends? must consult soundwave on this later.] Yes. You are the only one. It's urgent. Only your sorting skills can save us. I warmed you up.
[Runt was too busy looking at his beautiful husband to notice Minimus working in Eco Memoria's libraries. Minimus, meanwhile, thinks he's only stating the obvious.]
...This feels rather suspicious, but I should investigate. [Before another stupid stunt occurs.]
[to be fair, what he needs help with is a genuine issue. there's a whole bunch of wires he's been working on replacing down near the generators and while everything is connected and working, it's...
Nothing will explode! I've checked it! [he barks angrily, despite trying to pretend he didn't do it, still incensed that this mystery person didn't do their job correction, rather than cleanly.] Nothing needs to be shut down, I just need your help cleaning the wires up!
What do you mean you checked it? How do you know?! [Minimus is sticking a hand between the wires hiding so many manual overrides. However is he going to get through without getting tangled up- no, the answer is obvious.] I have to get through and turn off the power. Do not touch any live wires!
[With that warning, Minimus promptly steps away from the machine and...lies on the floor. Two seconds later, his optics turn off.]
It's literally my job here to know these things! The job I decided to do! That I do properly! None of them are live because they're fixed properly!
[he spitefully grabs a handful of them and is pointedly not zapped, but at this point minimus is down with his optics off. megatron slowly lets go of the wires and frowns.]
[Is Megatron afraid of horror movie monsters? Because Minimus's chest is opening and a thin arm pokes through. Look out! There's another smaller robot inside!
...Whose face looks just like Minimus's. He sits up while half of him is inside the outer armor.] Don't put yourself at risk like that. I must inspect the inside first.
[Runt's processor is likely working hard to understand this, so Minimus ignores this. He has work to do. The entire minibot steps out of the armor - he's even tinier than before, steps up to a parting in the wires, and transforms.
It's been too, too long since he was last in this form, but he remembers how easier it is to get through tight spaces as a turbofox. This little animal shakes its head a few times and adjusts to the new quadruped form, looks at Megatron, daring him to comment, and runs off into the depths of the machine.
Not too many wires have been misaligned here, but the server has to be cut off from the rest of the ship before they rewire anything. They don't want to cause another accident with their work.
He swiftly returns, his snout pokes through the jungle of obnoxiously bright wires.] It is done. We can review the connections now.
I am Minimus! [The turbofox barks back - though more accurately, the noise he makes is closer to a yip.] Never mind all that, remove the wires from section A12 and find out which ones are extraneous!
[Hopefully some were tacked up into meaningless ports. Minimus steps out of the wires, shakes his leggy, and transforms back into a tiny, tiny man.
Megatron. [Can a bot half his size look threatening as he crosses his arms? Let's find out.] Did you risk the Vehicons' safety and the integrity of our ship systems to get me out of the office?
I DIDN'T RISK ANYTHING BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING AND EVERYTHING IS WIRED ABSOLUTELY PERFECTLY IT'S JUST A BIT OF A MESS!!
[you know, that cuteness factor doesn't seem to be helping. megatron is pissed, because he feels like minimus isn't listening to him and is repeatedly calling him incompetent. he always feels incompetent. it doesn't help if someone else tells him he is!]
Then why did you go and do this?! [He swings an art at the mess.]
All you accomplished was causing a scare! And now we have to fix this before someone else finds out! [At least he's going to work on something relaxing? That has to count as a success.] Where's that manual?
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At least he knew that his death meant something when he walked into his own wake. Granted, most of the mechs there were fighting over the minutae of the ceremony, but Minimus couldn't find the energy to be proud of their dedication to details.
But without an emergency to occupy him, there's only the normal, everyday schedule waiting for him. Just another week of paperwork like nothing happened. Back to reviewing the damage done to the ship. Everything is the same as before he was crushed to death- well. Not everything.
A few more of their numbers disappeared from the ship. Verity went back to her life on Earth. Megatron returned to his cell with new, wonderful memories. And Minimus was left alone. The office feels quieter and emptier, which is odd, because he can't detect any change in the room equipment or number of people visiting him.
And he's really trying to keep it together and pretend it's all business as usual. This ship needs someone who can take care of things when disaster strikes.]
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expounding on megatron's line of thought will do no-one any good, as it is as one track as always.
he clomps into the office without knocking, very rude, and puts his hands on the desk, leaning forward.]
You are miserable. This bothers me, as I have unfortunately become invested in your continued happiness after our building of camaraderie on Etz.
[god, he's getting as bad as optimus. disgusting.]
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My emotional state is none of your business. [As bad as Optimus? No, he's worse than Optimus.]
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knocks them off.] Ah, something needs cleaning up. Do that then come help me in maintenance. I need someone with strength.
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What was the purpose of that?! [He rushes over to pick up each individual datapad, wipe it, set it on the table, sort the documents, align them nicely, and wipe the area of the floor they fell on.
Ten minutes wasted from that stunt.] Am I the only one you could have asked?
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...This feels rather suspicious, but I should investigate. [Before another stupid stunt occurs.]
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a bit of a mess.
bad enough that megatron actually wheezes when he sees it again.]
Oh, I can barely stand to see it. Do something. Please.
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He so desperately wants to die upon seeing this.
It's hideous. It's unsafe. It pains his visual sensors. He's quivering in rage at the very thought of careless wiring.
He turns to Runt.] WHO is responsible for this?!
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No-not me! I'll let you know if I find the culprit. More important things are at hand, are they not?
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[At least he assumes it's the Vehicons. They're the only ones allowed to touch this equipment.]
Something might explode if we don't do something. A - we have to shut this down and redo the wiring.
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[With that warning, Minimus promptly steps away from the machine and...lies on the floor. Two seconds later, his optics turn off.]
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[he spitefully grabs a handful of them and is pointedly not zapped, but at this point minimus is down with his optics off. megatron slowly lets go of the wires and frowns.]
Minimus?
[did he died????]
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...Whose face looks just like Minimus's. He sits up while half of him is inside the outer armor.] Don't put yourself at risk like that. I must inspect the inside first.
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he actually has nothing to say for a moment, just watches this entire process with a very gormless look on his face.
what the fuck is this man??]
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[Runt's processor is likely working hard to understand this, so Minimus ignores this. He has work to do. The entire minibot steps out of the armor - he's even tinier than before, steps up to a parting in the wires, and transforms.
It's been too, too long since he was last in this form, but he remembers how easier it is to get through tight spaces as a turbofox. This little animal shakes its head a few times and adjusts to the new quadruped form, looks at Megatron, daring him to comment, and runs off into the depths of the machine.
Not too many wires have been misaligned here, but the server has to be cut off from the rest of the ship before they rewire anything. They don't want to cause another accident with their work.
He swiftly returns, his snout pokes through the jungle of obnoxiously bright wires.] It is done. We can review the connections now.
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he's so...
he's so...
cute?
megatron snaps a few images with his internal camera to save for later pondering, then abruptly smacks a fist into his hand.]
I told you it was safe! It's just a mess! I know how to do wiring, Minimus! Or-- whatever your name is now!
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[Hopefully some were tacked up into meaningless ports. Minimus steps out of the wires, shakes his leggy, and transforms back into a tiny, tiny man.
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I know you have questions.
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[wait, did he just admit he did this...]
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Are you referring to all of these behind me? [There's...so much.]
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[wow. this is going great.]
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[you know, that cuteness factor doesn't seem to be helping. megatron is pissed, because he feels like minimus isn't listening to him and is repeatedly calling him incompetent. he always feels incompetent. it doesn't help if someone else tells him he is!]
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All you accomplished was causing a scare! And now we have to fix this before someone else finds out! [At least he's going to work on something relaxing? That has to count as a success.] Where's that manual?
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danb thot i hit this sry
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