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[thehardway]

Greetings.

I am Ultra Magnus, second-in-command of the Lost Light. It appears that this place is primarily populated by various organic species, so I will add that I am also a Cybertronian.

As I understand that I am indefinitely stuck here like the rest of you for the time being, I would like to better understand the environment and what your lives here have been like for however long you have been here.

This is not a normal situation. I want to learn more.


[Private from Krok|Public otherwise]

Additionally, I understand that a Decepticon has been here for the past couple of months.

If he has terrorized you in any way, I would gladly accept any reports. It would then be dealt with accordingly.

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[thehardway]

I know.

Listen. A lot has happened, and we've had our differences. [And Ultra Magnus intensely disliking him and all] Rodimus isn't here. That leaves me as acting captain for now.

Do you understand?

[butwonderful]

I understand, but I'm not part of your crew anymore. I'm not even an Autobot. Remember?

[thehardway]

I know.

I'm saying-- that if you wanted to be reinstated, I could do that.

[butwonderful]

You'd have me?

[thehardway]

Your past aside, you haven't given me any reason not to. And if I were to be decisive on past actions, then I wouldn't have welcomed Cyclonus onto the ship finally, either.

It's up to you. I won't turn my back on you for something you didn't even do.

[butwonderful]

... Thank you, Magnus.

[ He slouches a little. ]

Do you mind if I think it over a little?

[thehardway]

I don't. Take your time.

There's something else we should discuss, anyway.

[butwonderful]

Thank you again.

[ Honestly he has to process that this is coming from Magnus. ]

And- Oh? That being?

[thehardway]

It's--

[Suddenly, he feels weaker. That's a strange feeling for him.

And it really hits home when, abruptly, the Magnus Armor comes apart, leaving behind a tiny green-plated Autobot to stand in the pile.]

...Not this.

Well.

[butwonderful]

[butwonderful]

Well.

[thehardway]

Yep.

I should go.

[butwonderful]

Wait! Uh. No. That's. I'm just confused?

[thehardway]

That would be the appropriate reaction.

Just, uh. Help me arrange the armor, and I'll try to explain?

[butwonderful]

Yeah uh. Please do.

I'll help.

[thehardway]

Thank you.

[The pieces are heavier than he remembers them ever being, which worries him. Something... is distinctly wrong, but he can't figure it out yet.]

I... was forged under the name Minimus Ambus. I am not the first person to wear the Magnus Armor, though I am the longest one to do so.

I already explained this once, when we were on Luna-1. So it's not really a secret anymore.

[butwonderful]

So you're Magnus. You've been Magnus all along. But it's a suit?

I uh. Wow.

Hm. You're all. Regular sized. More over, what's with the uh,

[ He gestures to his face. ]

[thehardway]

Well. As long as you've known Ultra Magnus. Like I said, it's a long story, Drift.

But... basically, there was someone named Ultra Magnus once. Years and years ago. People revered and feared him alike. Tyrest found him fascinating, and wanted his infamous behavior to continue on. So he made the armor, and needed others like me.

A loadbearer. A special kind of point-one percenter. One that can bear the strain of the armor on the spark. That's what I am.

So, it baffles me that the armor just snapped off.

[At the next question, Minimus pauses, frowning, then is aware.]

It's a common sigil for the House of Ambus. My brother had it, as well.

[butwonderful]

[ Drift nods along, blinking and letting that sink in. ]

Okay so I think I need to sit down?

Yeah, some sitting is in order.

[thehardway]

All right. You do that. While I try to figure out why I can't even lift it anymore.

[butwonderful]

I... sorry. Yeah I mean are you feeling sick? Have you uh. Have you had any contact with anyone?

[thehardway]

Not sick, just. Weak.

No. I have no interest in taking part in this situation.

[butwonderful]

Well.

[ Drift makes a face, shrugging. ]

Maybeeeee. Maybe that's what's wrong.

[thehardway]

No.

[okay maybe but he doesn't want to believe it.]

[butwonderful]

How about a handshake or five just to be sure.