#lostlightsecurity

Rodimus:

Rodimus paces back and forth in the meeting room, argh he didn’t want to do this I the meeting room! The fact that he is early— maybe the first one to the meeting speaks volumes to his nervousness.

Pace pace.

Drift:

The moment Drift heard there was a meeting, he headed that way—so he arrives not too long after Rodimus. The pacing worries him, but he probably isn’t going to have enough time to talk to Rodimus before the others arrive; so he comes over long enough to take Rodimus’s hand and give it a reassuring squeeze, and then takes his usual seat at the table.

Magnus:

Why Magnus is the last one to the meeting? We’ll never know. Mark this event down in history.

Drift:

(Because Drift ran in the halls.)

Optimus:

Technically, Optimus is the last one to arrive, but he has a pretty solid excuse. That may or may not involve getting a bit lost, a bit distracted, and Rodimus’s crew.

Rodimus:

As everyone filtered in Rodimus had stopped his pacing, having assumed a nonchalant stance and a welcoming smile when Optimus had made it to the room.

“So—” He starts while leaning over the planning table, “I want to be an official Prime!” :D

Drift:

Drift’s hand shoots up. “I second the motion!”

Optimus:

Optimus looked to each mech before shrugging. "Ok."

Rodimus:

Just going to stare at Optimus a moment, before grinning, "That--- was easier than I thought."

Rodimus:

"I guess I already did the dying part." :D

Drift:

"Based on everything I know about choosing Primes—which, admittedly, isn't as much as some people in the room—you've been a full Prime for some time. I think the main concern is getting formal endorsement to get the public to see you that way." Which was what Drift assumed the meeting had been called for. Obviously Rodimus didn't need PERMISSION to be the Prime, right?

Magnus:

Magnus had been listening silently to the flow of conversation, his gaze darkening with each moment. "Perhaps, Rodimus, you should explain your reasoning for this as thoroughly as possible. Before we jump to how it will be seen through."

Optimus:

Optimus's antenna twitched and he shook his head. "Rodimus has been offered the title before. He refused." He turned his attention fully to the mech in question. "I'm curious, what's changed now that you're willing to take it?"

Rodimus:

Standing up right, fanning his spoiler out attempting to look as regal and primly as he can, "For my Crew, my ship, my quest, and Cybertron--- I want to protect them any way I can. I don't want to lose anymore. The title-- Or rather us restoring the house of Prime could do that."

Glancing to Magnus, with a twitch of a smile, "I know this isn't the easy way," looking back to Optimus, "But it is the way my spark says is the right way."

Magnus:

"Inspiring words, sir," Magnus muttered. He didn't say it aloud, but he was thinking it. 'Did Drift write them for you?'

Optimus:

Whatever he'd expected Rodimus to say, it hadn't been that. "I can't argue with that." he tipped his head to the side, contemplative. "I'm not sure how to reinstate the house, this situation never came up in how to be a prime 101 ."

Jokes aside, Optimus was at a loss. While he understood the reasoning, he hadn't expected or planned for this. "It will not be easy, I'm sure."

Rodimus:

Shrugging a moment, "I have no idea-- Magnus do you know?"

"Drift, is there anything in the records?"

Drift:

"If there is any information, I'd have to dig for it. This situation, though—two living Primes at once—is unprecedented in Cybertronian history. Usually, a Prime's appointed by the Senate—and those were fake Primes. That's not a precedent we want to follow."

Drift shrugged. "We might have better luck looking into how OTHER houses add new members. Like the House of Magnus." He glanced at Ultra Magnus.

Magnus:

"I don't think the House of Magnus is the best example," Magnus remarked. "My induction was not entirely legally binding."

Optimus:

"Then we will need to search for answers elsewhere." Optimus stated decisively. "It isn't entirely without precedent, something will likely turn up."

Rodimus:

Flopping soundly into the captain's chair, Rodimus visible relaxes with that wide killer smile. "So this is going to happen. Oh--" looking to Optimus, "We are arresting Prowl tomorrow, there is some sort of Autobot day going on in a woobie verse--- no reason to wreck their party."

Drift:

Give Drift a moment, he's not quite done staring at Magnus in shock over the revelation that he did ANYTHING in his life that wasn't strictly by the book.

Right. Okay. He's recovered.

"Well—I'm sure there are public records on how other houses induct new members." And that was all he had to contribute on that topic. He sat back to listen to the others discuss Prowl's imminent arrest.

Magnus:

Rodimus, apparently, had misread his comments as agreement with his decision. The Second's expression darkened even more. "Not so quickly, sir. You've told me you're doing this for the good of everyone, but can you give me a detailed plan of how it will do so?" He rumbled his engine and shook his helm. "I can't stop you, Rodimus. This is your decision to make, but it is an important one."

Optimus:

"Of course, so long as something is done about him." Optimus hadn't even expected Rodimus would arrest Prowl. "I will find out the specifics of induction, either Alpha Trion or," hand wave "Someone will know, it is only a matter of finding them."

Rodimus:

Rodimus smiles at Drift moment before tilting his helm to listen to his second, optics drifting to the table like a scolded child. Magnus doesn't trust his -- why should he anyways?

"I don't really do detailed plans..." Smirking a moment, brimming with confidence, "It's pretty much restore the house of Primes and operate outside the realm of whatever law Starscream can trump up!"

"Ok, Optimus--- Drift and I will look on our side."

Drift:

"If you need a plan, Magnus, I can provide you a hundred-item list of ways that Rodimus being officially appointed Prime would help both the Lost Light's cause and Cybertron's future." Drift's got Rodimus's back.

Magnus:

Magnus glanced between Drift and Rodimus, shaking his helm. "If I must say so, sir, this isn't solving the issue. This is punching it in the face and hoping it'll stay down long enough for you to grab what you want. Announcing yourself Prime comes off as a bit antagonistic. It's a statement, certainly, but statements draw attention. Attention means conflict. It certainly doesn't help the image that we are trying to work with the new power structure."

Rodimus:

"Who says that's the image we are going for?"

Drift:

"Starscream is going to try to spin ANYTHING Rodimus does as antagonistic. That's a risk we're gonna have to take if we want any stake in Cybertron's future."

Magnus:

"Yes. Let's split loyalties and play on mecha's deeply held religious and cultural beliefs just so we don't have to play nice with Starscream. This is how we make our stake, instead of through careful planning, time, and patience," he muttered. "I'm well aware of the power behind a name, but this is not a war. A legal battle does not need a rallying cry or a face."

Magnus shifted to his pedes. "And until you can properly convince me, I will have no part in it."

Rodimus:

"*JUST*-- Just so we don't have to pl-- WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO MAGNUS?!" Rodimus explodes at his second throwing his arms wide, "We talked about this this is our only legal way right?!!! You think I should just -- that I even would just hand over my crew, my space bridge, my ship just because the shadily elected lord of Cybertron told me too?!"

Slamming his hand hard on the table balling his fists squeezing his optics close hiding his pain with anger is certainly easier, "Than Magnus you obliviously don't know me like I thought you did."

Magnus:

"Contact me when you've compiled that list Drift spoke of," Magnus replied, his voice flat despite Rodimus's shouting. He wasn't the kind to react with such fierce passion. That done, he turned and strode from the room.

Drift:

Drift jumped to his feet, putting his hands on Rodimus's shoulders; but he didn't say anything until Rodimus's outburst was over, and Magnus had left.

"Rodimus, don't worry about him," Drift murmured. "If he wants to lay down and let Starscream walk all over him, let him. He can't make us do the same."

Optimus:

Optimus stood when Magnus passed, antennae tilting back before righting themselves. He turned to regard the two remaining occupants of the room.

"I trust your judgement." His optics pinched enough to qualify a smile, however small.

Rodimus:

Collapsing back towards Drift's grip lightly leaning into the touch, rubbing his optics a moment, "It's fine-- I will get his approval---"

Looking to Optimus his optics widening then he beams, his whole posture raising, as his expression lights up!

:D

Drift:

"You don't need his approval," Drift murmured. "You can do this without his permission."

A polite smile to Optimus. "I'm sure your support will be invaluable in getting Cybertron to recognize Rodimus's primacy."

Optimus:

Optimus's antenna twitched at Drift's word choice, followed by a small shake of the head. "Of course."

"I will begin making inquiries about the induction practices," he already had a plan for that, "I'll need to ask to use your spacebridge, though, Rodimus Prime."

Rodimus:

His smile only widened at the use of the title, "Go right head, Optimus Prime~"

Looking to Drift let's work on that 101 reasons why I should be prime, If I can't convince magnus how am I going to everyone else?"

Drift:

He squeezed Rodimus's shoulder when Optimus called him by his full title.

"Trust me, everyone else is going to be much easier to convince than Magnus. You shouldn't need to convince him." A smile. "But the list sounds fun anyway."

Optimus:

Rodimus:

Rodimus is just going to kick back and wait for his officers. Hella ya on time, going to keep playing game on his datapad.

Magnus:

Magnus would arrive a few minutes later, settling across the table and making sure to leave the seat next to Rodimus open for Drift.

Drift:

The moment Drift got the notice of a meeting, he dropped everything and headed for the meeting room. He arrives no more than a few seconds after Ultra Magnus (and might have been first if he hadn't been going on foot to avoid being caught by the Second drifting in the halls). He makes sure to sit no closer to Rodimus than Magnus does.

Rodimus:

"Yo!" He grins at the collected officers. "So you may have noticed we turned around heading back for Cybertron. I don't got all the details so don't ask. Prime requested us. Guess Starscream isn't working out. Surprize surprize." He makes animated geatures with his hand while talking. "The Lost Light is totally ready for flight and can depart at anytime--- I got other stuff but--- what your guys got on ship and mission readiness?"

Magnus:

"I submitted a full report to you, Rodimus, but I can also give a verbal one if you prefer," Magnus remarked, reaching into subspace and holding up a copy of a datapad he had turned in to the Captain that morning. "Repairs from our crash are mostly done, but there are a few extra supplies I'd like to pick up on Cybertron while we're there. Drift will have to clear the expenses. And... have you already informed him of Optimus's call?"

Drift:

"He has not," Drift said. The request worried him. If the local Optimus was going to follow in the others' footsteps and shove Megatron into command of the Lost Light... "All supplies lost or damaged in the crash have been repaired. I'll have to run a full inventory to see if we're short on any other supplies that might have been expended during the repairs, but at the moment we have no outstanding supply requests and should be well-stocked for a return voyage. It'll take me about a day to check our supplies to be sure."

Rodimus:

Rodimus is fighting the glazing over optics look, but he nods and smiles as the pair report. "I skimming the report Magnus, i fits into my need of two spaceport stops." Venting and picking up his fuel to nurse, "Our limited port choices will force us to rechage docked off Hedionia again. I am sure that will thrill the crew!" He smiles brightly suddening then countiunes to swhirl his drink. "The other is a former Decepticon base figure we can clean house there and do some pest control. AS for pest control.... I say hunting season remains open. It helps he crew take out their --- passions on things that don't depleat our stores of spare parts. Also need to emply a floster expert I will leave the extimination detail up to you Magnus." "And Drift---

Drift:

All his attention to the captain. "Yes?"

Magnus:

"I'll see the details, sir. On that matter, we were provided with the vaccine for the plague and I have passed it on to the medics. That should alleviate some concern on the matter."

Rodimus:

"Did I sign off on the exspense rport for the repair yet?" Looking to Magnus, "What pla--- oh the one on the nosless universe? Cool. But what that got to do with vermin?"

Magnus:

Magnus tried not to look exasperated. "You had not heard the flobsters were the catalysts for their plague? That is why there was concern over their presence here in the first place."

Drift:

A small smile, and Drift pulled out a datapad. "You can sign off on it now." He slid the datapad over to Rodimus, then looked at Magnus. "I'd assumed that the concern over their presence was due to the fact that they're an energon-consuming invasive species. If they're ALSO diseased, all the more reason we should make sure they're dealt with."

Rodimus:

"Nah. My concern was the little Fragger in my ship eating my stuff." Rodimus takes the datapad and is going to read it over later. "Remind me later Drift~"

Drift:

Nods. "I kept it simple." He even drew big red circles around the important parts.

Magnus:

"Both are a concern, but I will see it handled. The disease is no longer a threat since we have a way to combat it. I'm not even certain we are capable of being infected considering timeline differences. Beside the point, though, the problem will be handled by our next meeting."

Rodimus:

"Sweet." Rodimus thinks a moment. "Ok heads up time. We got an Autobot flavored Megatron that has been spotted in the halls---" He holds up his hand to keep the questions at bay while he finishes.

Drift:

Drift already has forty questions.

Rodimus:

"Since I made the policy all mutliversiual members of the crew are welcome it includes him so it included him, got it? Oh and Ravage--- apparently."

Magnus:

Magnus has issues with your description of Megatron as Autobot flavored. He doesn't understand your use of metaphorical language.

Rodimus:

Want Rodimus to lick him and find out?

Magnus:

"Rodimus, perhaps you should think that over carefully. Ravage does not even count as a member of the crew. He's a stowaway. I'm sure an exception may be in order..."

Rodimus:

Placing his chin on his hands, "So is Whirl, Cyclonus, Tailgate, they all got a chance o nthis ship why not the others?"

Drift:

Is Rodimus done now? Okay. "Forget Ravage. You're just letting MEGATRON wander?" Drift frowned. "He might be a member of SOME Lost Light crews in SOME universes, but in THIS one he's not on the roster. And I think it's a dangerous precedent to treat him like he is just because a few other universes have already made that mistake. Especially if he's one of those ones who thinks he's got the right to captain this ship. We already know that he's authoritative, domineering, and thinks he's entitled to lead anything that he can violently force his will upon; if he's already lay claim to ONE Lost Light, there's nothing but his own dubious grasp of morality stopping him from waltzing in and acting like he owns this one, too."

Rodimus:

"I gave you a chance." He tilted his helm at Drift not understanding the super NO vibe to the the words. He tought Drift would be excited... well appartently that's stupid. "If he says he want to turn that leaf over then he is an autobot now." Rodimus nents and scrubs his hands over his face, "Look not like he is going to be roaming free. Just but him being HIM everyone will be watching him. And we still got Red Alert here still unlike most ships. I am sure he will know if Megatron's enigine so much as takes on rev out of turn." Pausing a moment, "I kinda pity him now..." "Oh there is plenty to stop him from taking this ship. I got you guys." He beams proudly at them.

Magnus:

Magnus rumbled and frowned deeply. "I agree with many of Drift's points. It will cause difficulty with the crew to allow Megatron aboard, but if you must insist upon it sir, against my advice might I add, I agree that he must be escorted at every moment."

Drift:

Drift flinched at Rodimus's words, but didn't back down. "There's a difference between 'giving him a chance,' and--and letting loose a scraplet swarm in a hot spot and 'giving them a chance' not to devour all the sentio metallico in the field. If he DOES decide he wants to be treated like some sort of visiting king--or worse--nobody on the ship commands his respect or matches his strength enough to stop him from trampling all over us." But Rodimus was going to do this anyway, wasn't he? Drift sighed in frustration. "If you're going to let him on board, he had better be the most restricted, heavily-guarded, red-tape bound guest in the Lost Light's history--and he had better know it."

Rodimus:

Rodimus gets up suddenly and parts to look out one of the portholes. "You two agree on something I think this galaxy's planets must have all alinged."

Magnus:

"I fail to see how our agreement would influence the alignment of the planets, sir. I am no expert in astronomy, though. I think it means you should think carefully before setting our advice aside."

Drift:

"No, Magnus, it's the other way around. The alignment of the planets exerts a cosmic psychic influence on our--" He stopped mid-sentence. "Never mind. Not important." He turned his attention back to his captain. "Rodimus, for once, I think the reason we agree on this doesn't have to do with astrological influences. I think it has to do with the fact that, despite our radically different backgrounds that allow us to clearly see the opposing sides of most ideas, we're both looking at this idea of letting Megatron on board and seeing that it's a terrible one."

Rodimus:

He turns back to peer at both officers, "I expected this from Magnus..." Vent he sling back to his seat. "Ok fine. I will stay with him if he gets dumped on our side of the mutliverse again... Some odd reason it seem centered around my quaters my ready anyways." "Ok. Any other business you all got?"

Drift:

Drift bristled. "Should I apologize?" He tried to keep the sarcasm in his voice down to minimum levels. It was hard. "Hold on--'dumped'? You're--you're saying he's not even visiting, he's just... being dropped here at random by some cosmological whim?"

Magnus:

"Do I need to get the science crew to look into that? I know we were having some trouble with mecha slipping through rifts when the bridge was first created but I thought that had been stabilized. If so Brainstorm has a lot of explaining to do."

Rodimus:

"Trust me mechs I already put the wizards on this," He said out sretching his arms, "Megatron woke me from a nap!" "'ld Bucket head himself!"

Drift:

"He caught you in your sleep?!" Hey Rodimus, guess who you just guaranteed is going to be watching you at every moment again.

Magnus:

"As long as the science crew is informed of the issue and seeing to it."

Rodimus:

Rodimus just going to reach over and pat Drift. It's ok bae, he wasn't an assassin. This time. "Anyways! Anyone else got something?"

Drift:

Drift gives Rodimus a This Conversation Isn't Over look. "Training facility construction's completed."

Rodimus:

"Nice! We all should go spar later then!"

Magnus:

"We need to refill our stocks for our human passengers. Hiro was not taken into account originally and we weren't prepared for these numbers."

Rodimus:

Rodimus nods.

Drift:

"We're actually overstocked at the moment," Drift pointed out. "But only because we forgot to take expiration dates into account, sooo it's not going to last long. I've told Hiro to put together a shopping list, and he and I will be going to Earth together to pick up both his supplies and the human supplies for the rest of the crew. It'll probably be a one- to two-day trip."

Rodimus:

:<

Magnus:

"That should take care of that issue. Thank you, Drift."

Rodimus:

"Ok. That's all then?"

Drift:

"Oh--one more thing. I wanted to run an idea by you: I was hoping to arrange sparring groups in the training rooms. Interested mechs could sign up for it and get paired with other mechs who want to spar. There are some mechs who want to practice but have nobody to regularly practice with, so that could help."

Magnus:

"I'll defer to you on this matter, Drift. It is your field. If you find it advisable, I will concur with your suggestion."

Drift:

A slight nod; he'd been hoping for Rodimus's approval, though, and turned his gaze to him.

Rodimus:

"I want to do that!" He exclaims clapping his hand once, "Reminds me now we are onto fun activities..." "We have this store room brimming with musical intrestments... I was thinking we could do a battle of the bands!"

Magnus:

"... What is a battle of the bands, sir?"

Drift:

And a completely blank look from Drift.

Rodimus:

"Anyone that wants to play or sing gets aband practice pratice pratice. Then preform for the crew who judges who is the best band!" =D

Magnus:

"Well, it would require some planning but it might be good for morale if nothing else, sir. I'm never disinclined to watching a musical performance."

Drift:

Drift has never heard of this thing before and doesn't know if there are even enough people on board interested in music, but he shrugs, smiling. "It could be a positive experience for the crew."

Rodimus:

Nodding, "I dont think most of us have even picked up an interment. I know I havn't, first thing I picky up was a bow and right into the battlefeild." .... "Red Alert may kill himself." "note to self someone get him industial ear plugs and a gag."

Drift:

Drift winced. "I'm sure we can offer him a day pass off the ship. Maybe the event can coincide with our trip to Hedonia."

Magnus:

"Red Alert is capable of handling himself, Rodimus," Magnus snapped, glowering at him a bit out of the corner of his optic. "And it would only take me a little time to get in the practice of an instrument again."

Rodimus:

Pft. "What about the rest of the crew? It's going to be like that time Swerve tried to learn My Heart will go on."

And then Magnus-mun went to bed so we kind of adjourned there.