#viribusethonoris

   Meister, Jazz, whatever alias or designation he went by now, the spy damn near broke the doors to Sentinel Prime’s office (which was an overstatement, but he hadn’t exactly been gentle when he unlocked the door) before marching in. Usually, he’d be a bit more controlled, but considering the information he’s recently gathered and the possible implications- He was going to tell it as it was.

   “My Prime,” The saboteur greeted, not forgetting common politeness, offering a slight blow to Sentinel Prime. “I have compiled several reports you should see.” 

   (need, needed to see, not should) 

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Never a good question to ask.

please help him, sir. he is confused. and particularly disturbed by this nonsense. 

tell him a funny joke. or tell him he can maim somebody without being arrested.

  As Sentinel turned to pour out drinks for the two of them, Jazz’s deft digits switched the holographic off, watching as the image disappeared. The growing problem was still going to be waiting no matter what they did, might as well take a chance to enjoy the moment before returning to the possible solutions.

  Not that there was an easy answer, because as it went, there never was, but to get that far, they needed ground to start on.

  Cutting off his own musings before they could continue on their track, Jazz gladly took the offered glass.

   “Thanks,” He replied, once again ignoring proper courtesy, but at this point, he doubted Sentinel would call him out on it. The holographic was off which unofficially meant it was now off hours- besides there was no one else but them here. A little informality never snuffed anyone’s spark.

Send your character’s height and I’ll compare it to mine.

your local assassin is here 

/ do you do icon commissions because I have a mighty need

It is the most diabolical of weapons.

you are a very, very evil little thing, aren’t you?