1052/The Return of Prime

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     In the middle of the Atrium, rested an idle vehicle. No sound was coming from it, no motion to denote that the engine was even on. For all intents and purposes, it literally looked like a parked vehicle.

      Upon closer inspection, a silver grill gave way to shades of red and blue paint over the front of the cab. Two smoke stacks rose upwards from either side of the either of the cab, as more red and blue ran down the length of the vehicle.

      Several moments of silence from the truck had passed, before the engine sparked to life, and the sounds accustomed to shifting modes resonated as metal, windows and tires shifted and moved, taking shape and rising ever upwards, until blue optics flickered on, revealing Optimus Prime standing at full height. The sounds of hidden mechanism could be heard, as his head turned slowly and he looked upon the Atrium, ridge narrowing just slightly in the process. For the moment, he didn't speak a single word -- he simply observed, bringing his arms upwards to cross over his chest.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz enters and in typical fashion says, "You were just like...sitting here Prime?" he teases. He crosses over and pats Optimus on the back.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
A large drill tank rolls in from the street outside. Patrol done, Quickswitch transformed into robot mode and immediately noticed the large mech standing with arms crossed over his chest. Prime? Really? Wonder surges through his systems. His optics glow. Quickswitch struggled to parse his emotions. The assault unit saw a worthy mech, "Prime? /Optimus/ Prime?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would tiredly amble her way from the barracks, rubbing at one of her optics under her glasses, hero ther hand had a datapad in hand with the report she'd written the lunar-cycle before, up on screen. She'd glance up at the sound of Jazz's voice, that was one bot she had not seen in person for a while.. Oh hey there's Optimus-- Uh oh.

      "...Uhhh.. Have I walked in on something I shouldn't have?" she'd question tiredly, ready to spin on her pedes heel to make a retreat back to the barracks.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Optimus stood there, watching Jazz as he approached. While he didn't attempt to stop the patting of his back, he just watched him. Then he looked to Quickswitch as he appeared, studying the assault 'Bot, noting the alarm. Then his optics shifted over to Starlock, studying her appearance and noting the datapad.

      Finally, the mech speaks. "Yes, Jazz. I was just sitting here. Looking over reports. Lining up times. Wondering why Blurr is laying in a medical bay unresponsive, and the order coming to take him off duty being issued -afterwards-." Whelp, there we go. This wasn't some happy reunion as many may have thought. The Big Guy was not pleased. His optics look over to Quickswitch now, offering a nod to him. "Yes. Unless there is another Prime that has taken my place." He then looks to Starlock, shaking his head. "You are fine being here, Corporal."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz pauses for a moment and says, "I can only do things when I know things," looking around at the bots gathered he nods at each and turns back to Prime. "What's on the list for this cycle?"

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch nods in return and offers a sharp salute. Yes, this is Prime, in the metal. It would be the first time the sixchanger had ever met the Autobot Leader. Inside him, his thoughts crowding him for expression. His face twitches, but he suppresses it. The sixchanger is suddenly not pleased with the current state of affairs, "Indeed." he affirms Jazz's point.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Ooooh no. Starlock's finials drooped when he started talking about Blurr and the report times, and slowly, ever slowly, she started sinking behind her datapad as if it was going to protect her from the possible... Well, whatever it was her internal thoughts where telling her.. She'd scoot to the side some, getting out of the way of the hallway, that way no one would walk into her, and quietly, listined.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Optics shifted once more, as Optimus turned his head to look back at Jazz. Ridge narrowing, a release from his vents was heard, as he exhaled. "My frustration is not directed wholly at you, Jazz. I have been gone for quite some time.. but given the reports, I was able to note the detereoration being observed in Blurr's systems." The mech unfolds his arms from his chest, stepping over to the table that he had been parked in front of, and picks up a datapad from it. He turns and hands the datapad to Jazz.

      "I've marked the coinciding reports to show the stretch of time from when his mental state was first noted as potentially compromised." He then looks over to Starlock for a moment. ".. relax. This is not the first time Jazz has heard me in a bad mood.. and it surely will not be the last."

      His attention now turns to Quickswitch, giving Jazz time to look over the datapad. "Assault Unit. I don't think we've actually met. I feel I must apologize for not being present. A mission off-world didn't go as planned, and kept me away longer than initially anticipated."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz takes the padd and begins looking it over, giving the other mechs time to get to know each other.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
"Ah, nothing to apologize for," Quickswitch lowered his arm and smiled, and the prickly disdain for whatever had soured Prime's mission arose within him, "Assault Unit Quickswitch," he introduces himself, "Autobot Sixchanger. ...Should you ever need anything, call upon me..." he leaves off, "Yes, this situation with Blurr is utterly... utterly..." Quickswitch choked with the clash of his varied, shifting emotions, but he regains his composure, such as he can. "Glad to have you back, Prime." he says, finally.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was now staring, as she was unsure how to handle the.. Well, strangely calm anger... She was used to shouting, and public shaming, so this was definitely new to her. She remained where she was, her own datapad still in hand. (Well, one of the repair bays) and watched and listened from the wall, mainly waiting to be addressed, or asked something, she knew better than to interrupt.

      Though the mention of Blurr does get Starlock to glance away, going through her own thoughts on when the mess with Blurr started, beginning with that mess in Ibex.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Prime keeps his attention on Quickswitch as he introduces himself, and then offers him a nod. "It is nice to meet you, Quickswitch.. and it is good to be back." He then looks back at Jazz for a moment. ".. it's been a progressing trait. The medical team should have been on top of it more than they were." He then looks over to Starlock at that. "She has done quite a bit, but is also limited on what she can do without receiving authorization."

      At that, he motions Starlock to come closer as he speaks. "You're insight is noted in your reports.. though I am curious. Do you have ideas on how to assist Blurr in his current state? If any such ideas involve erasing his memory, then I don't want to hear them."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz continues to read the PADD but he offers shortly, "Yes. Starlock here has been pivotal in keeping us informed. However as I always tell the bots, It's Ratchet's repair bay. It goes as he goes."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch nods as Prime turns to address Starlock. He glances at Jazz, then at the medic. Finding himself unoccupied, Quickswitch's headfins tilt a little, listening in.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock keeps staring, however the mention of Ratchet. "Well.. Yes, Ratchet's been on his own offworld mission too, leaving it to mainly Pharma, Hoist, First Aid, and I, But Hoist isn't exactly a medic or doctor, more a nurse really, and Pharmas normally at Deltaran and..." She'd not go further, her jaw setting in attempt to keep anything further form coming out... But it did give insight to things, a Sergeant, and two Corporals.

      She'd knit her ridges and take in a deep vent, stepping forward when asked. "I'm not.. sure, this all started after the incident at Ibex, where Swivel passed out from what I can assume was a stress overload from the situation.." She'd mumble something about then calling Blurr an aft-head in the training simulators. "And then injecting himself with that Thinning pla--" She'd shake her helm.

      "I mean, Sanguinolentus virus cure Pharma had created.." She'd then murmur something about still waiting to see if it was actually authorized and cleared by Ratchet. "And everything just kept.. Rolling and rolling, and rolling, and it all just.. Appeared to be Blurr being his normal jerk self." She'd explain with a intake of her vents. "Smelt even chided me about our ranks during the Sonic canyons retrieval of Hyperdrive, Tap-out and crew..." Something she'd left out of the report.

      "Only real... Idea, I have is him visiting Rung propper, who's a professional in this type of department." She'd rub at her nose bridge.

**Hyperdrive has posed:**
Hyperdrive is returning from running courier service. He looks...well exhausted. Since Blurr is down, he is one of the faster bots with a handy hovermode that lets him take shortcuts over some of the rougher terrain. He had planned on just going in to get a maintenance check and fix a slight dent he got when he hears his name. Being small, it's not hard for him not to be really noticed until he pipes up slightly behind Starlock, "what about me?"

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Optimus looked to Jazz as he spoke of Ratchet, and opened his mouth to speak, before looking to Starlock as she spoke of his offworld mission. His mouth closes as he continues to listen, optics focused directly on the femmebot intently. His ridge narrows slightly at mention of unconfirmed authorization and missing report information. He takes in another vented breath, before shifting his attention to Quickswitch in silent contemplation, blue optics studying the assault unit.

      "Aside from combat specialty.. what else are you capable of?" A genuine inquiry from the Prime to the Assault Unit, wanting to know more about him, not have him feel out of place, and see if there was anything he could assist with the current situation. He looks back now to Starlock, though remains ever listening to all. "Currently, Blurr can't visit anyone. He's unresponsive. I'll be going to check on him later. I want Rung contacted immediately and briefed on the situation, if he isn't aware already."

      The Prime goes to speak again, before shifting his optics to Hyperdrive. ".. she was speaking of the mission to retrieve you from the Canyons." No, that wasn't an illusion. Yes, Optimus Prime was looking at the small mech and addressing him.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz considers the group and as Hyperdrive enters, he also nods to him, "I still need to debrief you Hyperdrive," and then he puts the PADD he was reading on the table having read everything that he needs to.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz considers the group and as Hyperdrive enters, he also nods to him, "I still need to debrief you Hyperdrive," and then he puts the PADD he was reading on the table having read everything that he needs to.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
The sixchanger's expression changes as he listens. Worry, disgust, rage, sadness... When Prime addresses him, Quickswitch considers the nature of the question. A little confused, the assault unit tries to answer, "...I am capable of scouting, drilling, seafaring, hunting, as well as tasks of a combat nature... I have..." the assault unit's puzzled expression deepens and it's headfins whirl, "...I am an assault unit, first and foremost..." it states. Then, a small unit enters the atrium. Quickswitch beams, "Hyperdrive! Hey little guy!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's finial twitched as she looked over upon hearing Hyperdrive's voice and nodded to him, knitting her ridges at the dent he has. "Are you alright?" Her attention was quickly diverted, then again she had finished what she'd needed to say on the situation as she started to approach her fellow Mini-bot.

      At the back of her mind, she had noted that nothing bad has happened so far about with telling the truth, so all she can hope is that remains that way.. Then again she maybe thinking to soon.

      "Yeah, I was talking about some of Blurr's odd behavior at the Sonic canyons... What happened?" She'd ask pointing at the dent.

**Hyperdrive has posed:**
Hyperdrive would have been more than thrilled to have Optimus talk to him personally some time ago. But he still isn't back to his super cheerful self. Perhaps thats why he's been getting courier duty though usually to well protected routes after what happened the last time. But he'd been doing his job well. Can't protect everyone forever. He does manage to smile at Optimus and nod. "Glad ya got us outta here...couldn't have done it without Nightlash and everyone else....." He looks down for a moment before turning to Jazz and smiling again, "Whenever works fer ya....I just need ta get some energon and I can head back out if anything else needs delivered." And a slight grin appears when Starlock inquires about the dent. "Ill advised shortcut....did save me some time but almost didn't clear the gap hense the need ta refuel some more. Or start bringin some extra rations."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Optimus turns his attention back to Quickswitch now as he outlines what he's capable of. He nods at that. "Assault first and foremost, yes.. but every talent has its use, Quickswitch." He then shifts optics back to Hyperdrive and Starlock as they go about their conversation. He studies both of them for a moment, before resting his gaze on Starlock. "I'll be speaking with you soon. In private." Just as much as the conversation a moment ago with Starlock was dismissed, so too was his focus on the two 'Bots.

      He then looked to Jazz after he set the datapad down. ".. in regards to your question earlier. I expect such to take several cycles, but I want a detailed break down of what our supplies are currently sitting at, as well as the condition of areas under our jurisdiction." He keeps a gaze on Jazz for a moment, before lifting his right hand to set it atop the 'Bots shoulder. "You've held together rather well in my absence.. though Prowl and I need to have a talk. I sense such will not go as smoothly, but he needs a reminder of what is expected of Autobot Command."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz snorts, "I have things under control Optimus and don't be so hard on Prowl. He likes to be boring," then he says, "I'll get with the division commanders and get that info as soon as possible."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Aye... Everyone did good." she'd agree, looking at the dent. "I can also fix this for you, but really should wait a fair bit before going out again, after such, take time to rest and recover." She'd murmur, before flinching at the mention of needing to talk in private, ah..right, She was in trouble too, wasn't she? Then again that had happened a lot of late, and she just, took a tired vent and relaxed.

      "Understood, Sir." She'd reply quickly, standing at attention once more after looking it over, she would wait to be dismissed before tending to said dent... She'd have to restrain herself from rolling her optics at the mention of Prowl.

**Hyperdrive has posed:**
Hyperdrive grins, "It's okay...I don't mind stayin busy. There's a shortage of couriers right now and it keeps me from bein distracted with other stuff. Dent ain't all that bad, If they have another run fer me it can wait til I get back. I'll be careful and try not ta add ta it if I do."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Optics resting on Jazz for a moment, his ridge shifted slightly as he lowered his hand. "I've no doubt that you have things under control.." He reaches over, picking up the datapad as he turns towards the Gravlift now. ".. and how things go with Prowl.. depends on Prowl. Boring is no excuse for lazy. Especially when resources are scarce enough as is. Leaving information out of reports causes one to start wondering." And it was as simple as that, stating such in a manner to end that conversation.

      His optics come to rest on Hyperdrive and Starlock. "You're both dismissed to carry on as you were." He then looks back to the Gravlift, and starts moving towards it. ".. my office better be the way I left it.." He speaks, mostly to himself but not really trying to hide his words, just not directing them at anyone.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz raises both eyebrows at grumpy Prime and he mouths to the other two in the room 'he is not normally like that' then he says aloud, "Prowl? Lazy? Well...I guess boring and lazy are kind of the samething," he shrugs and looks at Hyperdrive then to Starlock, "Can you help him out with that energon thing? I am going to go get some ener-tea."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nodded to Optimuse before looking at Hyperdrive with a partially flat look. "Hyperdrive, you shouldn't ignore injuries like that, even if they are just dents.. Dents are actually something you shouldn't ignore because it means your armor is open to structural weaknesses, and thus soft spots for people to strike at." She'd explain, motioning him to follow her to the medical bay.

      "...You're having regular appointments with Rung... Yeah?" She'd then ask on the mention of keeping his mind off things. Starlock then glanced over and raised a ridge at Jazz. "Yeah, I can." Sh'd state before glancing to the lift, waiting till Optimus was out of audial shot.

      "....That was the calmest, angry person i've ever dealt with." She'd state incredibly confused.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz exclaims, "Come ON! I been calmer and angrier many more times than that!" he points towards the lift.

"I've been really angry about bots messing up my tea order...or even that time Nightlash flew of. Loads of calmer and angreier."

**Hyperdrive has posed:**
Hyperdrive rolls his optics and grins faintly. "You do realize I've lived with worse right? Especially when someone decided that they didn't like me being me. But okay...just see if you can convince them ta let me have some extra rations fer the delivery trips. It'd make it go alot better.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looked at Jazz. "You've never been angry with me, smelt you talking about?" She'd start laughing. "So I have /no/ point of reference to work from." She'd grin. "..Seriously though, I'm not used to people acting like... Well, being /mature/." She'd huff.

      She'd then look back to Hyperdrive and smiled. "Come on, let's get you fixed up, yeah?" She'd state, walking along side Hyperdrive.