1060/A Prime Concern

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    The room looked.. mostly, organized. Various maps and sectors aligned the walls, stockpiles noted and circled. Several mech parts placed at various different areas; mostly replacement shafts for melee weapons, triggers and chambers for firearms.. that sort of thing. In one corner, Prime's personal recharge station. At the center of the room was a large desk, numerous datapads strown across it.

     Sitting at the chair behind the desk, was Optimus himself, with one of the datapads held as optics scanned over the information. At several points, a narrowing of his ridge would occur, before relaxing once more with the ocassional vented sigh.

     Several staff members walk to and from in the hall outside, and as they neared the door to Prime's office, a beep would occur, denying access from the sensory switch. However, were a certain femme-bot to arrive in response to reporting to Prime's office, the sensor would turn green, and the door would slide open.

**Swivel has posed:**
Not one to make others wait, Swivel had promptly responded to Optimus Prime's summons. She had been taught long ago the value of punctuality. Thus Optimus is not kept waiting long before the door to his office swishes open, revealing the short form of Ensign Swivel. Her hands are at her side and her face is carefully neutral, yet in her rigidity and alertness there is just the vaguest hint of unease. "You summoned, sir?"

Then Hyperdrive's voice on the radio causes her professional countenance to fall somewhat, and she joins in Optimus in letting out a sigh. She then clears her vents, seeming to straighten her posture a smidge more to compensate for the lapse.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    At the sounds over the radio, his free hand comes up to rub at the slot between his optics, before coming to rest on the desk. His attention turns to Swivel as the door slides shut behind her. Those blue optics of his study the ensign for a moment, before he motions to the seat on the other side of his desk. "Ensign.. at ease, and have a seat."

     After saying such, Optimus sets the datapad down. It was a medical document, listing the status of several of the mechs from the recent conflict at Ibex South, but he set it atop the datapad that contained information relating to Blurr. ".. how are you feeling, Swivel?"

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel nods her head when told to be at ease. Although her rigidness does not seem to ease up much at all. She does accept the seat, walksing over and sitting, placing her hands primly in her lip. AS much as Optimus is studying her, so too, are her optics scanning over every detail of him and his desk. Which is when she notices the datapad pertaining to Blurr and her shoulders come up while her optic ridges furrow intensely. Her ventilation becomes more rapid yet shallow for a moment and her optics quickly look for the sacnstuary of a more neutral view. Which ends up being the corner of the desk.

"I am as well as can be expected, sir. Although somewhat curious as to the purpose of my summons."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    He follows her as she approaches the chair, and takes a seat. He notes her studying him, and then her focus drift to the datapads on his desk. His optics shift down to what caused the sudden reaction, and spots the file detailing Blurr's case. He reaches a hand out, picking up that datapad, and promptly stores it away in subspace before resting his hands back on his desk.

     ".. well, the purpose wasn't to cause unease, I assure you. I've been gone for quite a while, and things aren't exactly.. fluid, as they used to be." He sits back in his chair now, venting another slight sigh. "I'm doing the rounds.. checking in with people.. collating data with reports. And data poses a concern for me."

     His helm turns slightly as he watches Swivel. ".. there are things that have been going on with you.. I can note such from these reports. I want to know if there's anything I can do to help."

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel's optic ridges knit together when that datapad is promptly removed from her sight. She then looks up directlay at Optimus for a moment. Well. Not too direct. More around the bottom of his face mask. She leans back ever so slightly.

As Optimus begins speaking, Swivel's hands go from just resting on her thighs to linking together, fingers interlocking as she stares straight ahead. Due to height differences, this just leaves her staring at Optimus' chest. "Help, sir?" Swivel curls in her lips, optic ridges furrowing yet again, and she falls into silence. Her gaze occasionally darts hither and thither, a destinct sign that she is thinking about something. "I do not know, sir."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    Prime studies each movement of the bot before him. The confusion when he dismissed the pad, the look given to him afterwards, and the slight relaxation.. only to see if replaced by unease once more. Unease, or conflict. Either way, he struck a processing chip within her. He shifts his optics up to the area where cameras would be present in the office, knowing a lot of activity, if not all, was recorded within the military base, and the offices were no exception. When he spoke next, he was speaking to Swivel, but kept looking at the cameras

     "You are free to speak your mind, Swivel.. without fear of consequence. If you are approached for words spoken here, inform me, and I will deal with it." He speaks such in a manner of finality, before looking away from the cameras and resting his optics back on Swivel. "Regardless of rank, or tier.. the wellbeing of all Autobots is a priority of mine."

**Swivel has posed:**
It probably will not escape Optimus that, Swivel, too, seems to look around in likely places for cameras when he says she can speak her mind. She shifts somewhat in her seat, staring back at Optimus. "Sir, that is commendable." She remains rigid as she faces him, and then speaks in a much lower voice. "Frankly, sir, telling me there will be no consequences for what I say is naive. I have concerns, but I'd rather keep them to myself until I have facts to back them up."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    Offering a nod at her response, before sitting back in his chair once again. "I can understand such.. operating off of speculation leads to potentially unfortunate events." Even as Prime spoke, for nothing more than to humor the cameras themselves, a tightbeam is sent to Swivel.

     "<I'm not overly fond of events surrounding Prowl and other higher ranking members, personally. Several others have stated that they wish to debrief me on complicated events, but I've not had such, yet. Speak only to humor those looking over the recordings, but inform me of sensitive information through tightbeam. No one is foolish enough to access my memory files.>"

     After what seemed to be a moment of studying the femme, he sits forward once more, sifting over the datapads on his desk, before setting one in front of himself. It was an older report, but one he wasn't present for when it was logged. "What happened at the pit cited in this report? You were observed present, and then not with no trace of departed direction."

**Swivel has posed:**
There is only a momentary pause. Swivel does not look again at the cameras. She does remain rigid as she was, carefully making sure her reaction does not alter significantly. "Sir." Swivel says. She'd listened to the entire tightbeam without breaking her demeanor. Instead she nods when he mentions an old report, then tilts her head. "To be honest, I'm not sure which report you are referring to. But I am adept at underground travel. It's possible I went to investigate something, and lost radio contact. Just... let me think..."

Swivel uses that 'thinking' time to respond to the tightbeam. <<"Sir. Again, I will keep sensitive information to myself until I have something you can act on. But I will say that there are some Autobots in command who I am concerned are lacking transparency. Prowl and Pharma most notably. But I would need time to prepare and carefully consider why I have come to these conclusion if you wish to know more.">>

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    Listening to her in regards to the report, he nods slightly. He then takes the datapad, and slides it across the table towards her, with the outlined report on the display. "We'll do this, then.. take that, look it over.. and let me know the details." After a moment, his attention shifts of to the maps on the wall, as sensory relays beep over the area of Harmonex. Ridges narrow at this, coupled with the comms over the radio.

     Optimus rises to his feet, looking down to Swivel now at that, having received the tightbeam message. In conjunction with his vocal response, he responds to her tightbeam as well. "We've already lost Ibex South.. we're not losing a second so soon. I'm going to join the defenses."

<TIGHTBEAM SENT>>
     "<Prowl and Pharma are two that are on my radar, and not in a good way. Do your research, and present your findings to me. I, am not Prowl or Pharma. Remember such.>"

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel stands at attention when Prime stands. "Sir, yes, sir." That can go for his tightbeam as well. She takes the pad and quickly shows herself out, avoiding getting under foot in the process.