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Characters:Ultra Magnus Location: Autobot Outpost - Control Room Content Warnings: none Plot Summary: After hearing others begin referring to Ultra Magnus as the 2IC Prowl makes a move to confront him regarding the matter.
He really didn't want to have this meeting right now, but it couldn't be helped. Ultra Magnus had appeared once again, and everyone was calling him the second in command. Which he was not. That honor was given to Prowl by Optimus Prime himself, and carrying or not he was not stepping down. Logically, with a pair of sparklings on the way he probably needed to, but stubborn determination kept him from taking the logical route. He was good at his job, he was happy at his job. He was not screwing over his routine because Magnus had returned. He vented and rubbed at his chassis. This was getting uncomfortable, but at least he was close to being finished. A thought for another time. For now, he had a mech to find, and a matter to be made absolutely clear between them. Then he'd set about informing the base that Magnus had been mistaken.
Prowl realized and accepted that his normal processes were skewed due to his carrying protocols, and that he was dealing with this matter in a not so logical way. But he was so tired of being unable to do anything around here! He actually growled, sending some random soldier skittering out of his path. His doorwings held high arch on his back, and for perhaps the first time since he'd started really getting into this carrying nonsense, he felt himself. A bit vengeful for some reason, but himself.
He tracked the other mech across the base. And then, of course, he realized with a sense of dawning horror just how big Magnus was and stopped dead. Every instinct he had told him to back out the way he'd come, but his pride told him he was in the Control Room and that he couldn't leave after coming all this way.
The black and white mech ended up holding onto the back of someone's chair and planting his pedes so that he didn't march himself right back out as instinct screamed that he wasn't safe and that Magnus would do he and his newsparks bodily harm. He knew it wasn't true, but fighting through the urge was hard.
"Ultra Magnus." He deadpanned it, concentrating on what he'd come to do so that he could leave. "If you aren't too busy might I have a moment of your time?"
Magnus had been analyzing the latest information gathered from various sources. He was getting himself caught up as there seemed to be a suspicious gap in his memory. Trying to bring something conducive and helpful to the forefront of his mind had been a ditch effort, and now he was just in a hole of reading things that didn't seem to line up with his recollection of things. It seemed that there was going to be no good outcome to this, and he's almost thankful for Prowl's interruption of his scrutinizing.
"Prowl. I'm free; what is it you needed to talk about?" he questioned, turning a half-step so that he could face the other dead on. "You may be able to help me as well." There's a confused nature to his tone, but he doesn't clarify it any further. Prowl started the conversation; he should say his piece first.
He was fighting a losing battle with himself, but he was determined to see this conversation through as he couldn't tolerate allowing Magnus to be called the 2IC when the title didn't properly belong to him. He was a stickler for protocol and the rules, and this was not how things worked. Optimus promoted him. Optimus Prime chose him to be his second. Magnus was supposed to lead their forces on Cybertron ONLY. That was what his memory told him. So that was the truth. The grip he had on the back of the chair was helping him to stay focused despite wanting very much to flee from the larger mech's presence with all due speed. He had to speak.
The other was rational and polite, things that helped keep Prowl focused. "There seems to be an ongoing debate around the base as to which one of us is the second in command here." Here being on Earth, the Outpost.
And Magnus needed his help for something? Which meant prolonged exposure to a mech that made him internally cringe with the need to remove himself and his newsparks from the others presence. "How may I be of assistance?"
This was the first that it had been brought to his attention that there was any question as to his position at the base. He had always been the SIC in his memory. However, with the matters at hand being the way that they were, that was nothing to go by. "What seems to be the issue of the debate? As I recall, I was appointed as the Autobot Second In Command. However, that brings me to the matter that you could possibly help me with."
Magnus raised his left servo - well a claw more than a servo - and sighed. "I'm suffering from, what I believe to be, a bit of memory loss. I can't seem to recall some very vital details of my arrival to Earth. Or how this came to be," he nodded to his claw hand. "Perhaps the confusion in our position is born of this loss of memory?"
"And according to several accounts and the personnel files I am the second in command of the Autobot forces on Earth." He distinguished that it was just of those that were on Earth. And his admittance to having some memory issues told him that his assumption wasn't in any way his fault.
It eased him down some to realize that. Optimus was also suffering from memory corruption and loss, so it wasn't just Magnus.
"You aren't the first to have admitted to having missing or altered memories. Optimus Prime himself has suffered a severe loss of memory, though that information is to remain confined to the command staff." Which Magnus technically was apart of.
Prowl's doorwings slowly lowered into a more neutral position. So long as the other mech didn't move too fast, and he concentrated on their conversation, he didn't feel too threatened.
"My memory actually recalls you as being with the Autobot forces left in space while I came to rejoin Optimus here on Earth. You to command those stationed in space and I to the second in command of those on Earth." So, in all technicality, they were both second, just of different parts of the Autobot forces. "I have no idea why you are here or when you arrived, just that one day you weren't and the next you were. So this memory issue is spreading."
Ultra Magnus considered the possibilities with widespread memory loss. It could be tampering from the Decepticons. Some sort of contagious virus infecting their processors. At the thought of having a virus, he shuddered. It felt unclean, and it brought a disgusted feeling upon him. He shook his head, trying to refocus his thoughts. "Of course. The information is secure with me, you have my word."
Upon being recanted what Prowl could recall of the happenstance of his arrival, Magnus became unnerved. No one could seem to recall a whole lot of anything, and it was much more disturbing to him by the second. Everyone seemed to have a different set of memories for how things had laid out, and there was no clear answer as to why. "Perhaps there's trickery at hand? Some sort of virus or tampering?" The suggestion is not thorough, but it is a possibility. "We cannot confirm whether the Decepticons are also falling victim to such circumstance, so for now it's to be assumed that it is specific to our forces."
"In regards to the position of second in command, I will take the demotion," he states, decidedly. "You have been on Earth far longer than I have, and you've therefore got a better understanding of the forces here and how they operate."
Prowl was starting to feel anxious, his doorwings fanning out wide behind him and remaining so as he contemplated the conversation. Carrying was not kind to him. At all. But what Magnus said rang true, and that helped keep him calm, kept his processors moving on the problem and not on the need he felt to get out of there and away from the larger mech. Rationality was winning over instinct gone haywire, at least for the time being.
"Thank you. Thus far it seems that Prime is the one missing the most time. I'm still gathering information from the crew on who is missing what so that a rough estimate of timeline can be established. Perhaps even to figure out when the incident that caused it happened." he was good at gathering information, after all. At least that was something he could do that was low stress while he was carrying. He wasn't sure who all knew about his condition, so he wasn't mentioning that he had no idea who the sire of his offspring was. It wasn't Magnus' business.
The offer of having the other step down prompted a different response then he'd anticipated. Yes, he was pleased to not have to have confusion on it. But on the other hand, he would soon go to medical leave and someone would need to look after things.
He vented, shifting himself so that he wasn't standing quite so stiffly. "I would accept having you stand in the position left by Jazz when he defected. Though not official, he and I alternatively performed the duties of the second. I am so used to having someone to discuss things with that dealing with them on my own has become difficult. If you wouldn't mind it, I would appreciate the help, and that way we would both technically be the second in command."
Prowl didn't want to be logical and rational about it. It was his position, he'd earned it! But he also knew he'd soon be unable to perform his duties, and Primus only knew how he'd deal with it once the sparklings came.