[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?
Because I was more concerned about getting things working than making them look neat, then I realised it was a mess and thought instead of screwing it up myself, I'd just ask a friend who's good at sorting things and probably needs to take his mind off things at the moment and what's better for that than arbitrarily sorting things and WHY DO YOU TURN INTO A TURBOFOX HOW MANY LAYERS DO YOU HAVE?!
[the manual gets ejected out of his subspace as he yells. so. at least they have that.]
[The manual flings into the wall and falls open to the floor. Minimus is letting it lie there messily.]
You could have explained the situation to me and saved us this grief! [He stands glaring at Megatron for a few more seconds before he presses a hand against his forehead. Now he exposed himself for no good reason.]
Don't ask me why I was forged this way, this is my own irreducible self. We're here to clean your work. Now if you'll excuse me - [He walks over to the armor and disconnects the legs. Time to get them onto himself one sleeve at a time.]
IT DOESN'T BOTHER ME, I'M JUST VERY CONFUSED. YOU ARE A VERY WONDERFULLY UNIQUE CYBERTRONIAN AND I RESPECT IT GREATLY. [he says, still in Loud Mode.] There would've been no grief if you had just listened to me!
[at least him putting himself back together doesn't seem to bother megatron much. he crosses his arms and looks away with a pout.]
I had to exercise caution! [Megatron is yelling, Minimus is yelling, it's a mess. At least he has his clothes back on. A couple of checks later, he's back to normal and faces the wires.]
Well! We have to untangle this all first! Are these color coded?
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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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[the manual gets ejected out of his subspace as he yells. so. at least they have that.]
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You could have explained the situation to me and saved us this grief! [He stands glaring at Megatron for a few more seconds before he presses a hand against his forehead. Now he exposed himself for no good reason.]
Don't ask me why I was forged this way, this is my own irreducible self. We're here to clean your work. Now if you'll excuse me - [He walks over to the armor and disconnects the legs. Time to get them onto himself one sleeve at a time.]
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[at least him putting himself back together doesn't seem to bother megatron much. he crosses his arms and looks away with a pout.]
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Well! We have to untangle this all first! Are these color coded?
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danb thot i hit this sry
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