Ultra Magnus

Blend of G1/TFP/IDW Ultra Magnus; selective side blog penned by Steel. follows back from @noblexprime

[stalwartcommander]

ULTRA MAGNUS

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[flameofprimus]

" ... well now I want a cookie..." A little mumbling pout.

[stalwartcommander]

"I can locate... Suitable recipes?" Ultra Magnus offers, awkward.

[quetzalpapalotl]

Remember when Minimus put paradise on hold because he thought Rodimus may need him? That was, uh, something.

[silverxwords]

Send "🔄" to meet a younger version of my muse!!

[stalwartcommander]

"But what does one do with an egg??" Other than keep it somewhere warm and soft and safe.

... He has the vague idea it might hatch. At some point.

But for now, all he can do is wait.

[stalwartcommander]

He is now carrying this egg around, wrapped in a soft materiel and making sure that it is kept appropriately warm.

[stalwartcommander]

May I offer you an egg in these trying times?

"The egg of what, exactly?" Ultra Magnus frowns. "Livestock should always be declared before entering a new environment."

[stalwartcommander]

"... Ahem."

[stalwartcommander]

Contrary to popular belief, Ultra Magnus IS enjoying Sanctuary.

He's never been able to catch up on paperwork-- until coming here.

[stalwartcommander]

doctor-glitterbomb:

“Classified my aft,” Glit says firmly. “If you want the best help you can get, you don’t hide anything from your medic. If that means I have to send you to Ratchet, I will, since the Lost Light is still in our space dock. I need to know if your armour needs genuine medical care or strictly engineering care. They’re not exactly the same–would you go to Wheeljack for a processor ache?”

“I…“ Minimus begins, trails off. ”… No. The original Ultra Magnus lies in rest. My armor was built to his specifications, and will run its own energon lines, but it is… It is me moreso than anything else.“

[doctor-glitterbomb]

“Thank you.” Glit smiles, and means it. “So it runs its own energon lines, meaning that it’s more symbiotic than inert. I can do this, then, though it isn’t my speciality. I sure wish Spinister were here, though.”

He sets to work, examining both Magnus and the armour, and all the connection points between them.

[stalwartcommander]

"When my armor is off my frame, it is kept in a secure storage area in my habsuite. No one else but me has been near it, in those times, and that is when I normally test hinges and joints, as well as clean it." The small green and white mech offered up. "It may be that transformation signals have been disrupted, or something dislodged that should not be."

[robotclownindulgence]

Magnus is really out there writing self-insert fanfiction about sprinklers

[stalwartcommander]

doctor-glitterbomb:

“Classified my aft,” Glit says firmly. “If you want the best help you can get, you don’t hide anything from your medic. If that means I have to send you to Ratchet, I will, since the Lost Light is still in our space dock. I need to know if your armour needs genuine medical care or strictly engineering care. They’re not exactly the same–would you go to Wheeljack for a processor ache?”

“I..." Minimus begins, trails off. "... No. The original Ultra Magnus lies in rest. My armor was built to his specifications, and will run its own energon lines, but it is... It is me moreso than anything else."

[stalwartcommander]

doctor-glitterbomb​;

“Well, you did.” Glit sighs. “Is it stuck on or off your body? If you’re wearing two suits of armour and one of them doesn’t move, then yes: that’s an emergency that merits sending medical transport to bring you into the medbay where all of the tools are, so we can get you out of it and you can fuel and vent and wash and all the other stuff you can’t do in two sets of armour.”

And probably don’t do at all. Glit frowned. Asexuality was a healthy condition but not having sex because people might find out what your alt-mode is unhealthy as fuck.

“If you’re not in the armour you can book a heavy transport to medbay for yourself and the armour, and I can keep our medevac ready in case there’s a mining accident or someone without any wings takes a fall. Throw a tarp or a blanket over it. Nobody’s going to know who you are unless you fox out, and then they’ll think you’re the cute turbofox who eats energon treats from sparklings’ hands and wanders around through the oxygen farm without ever straying from the footpath.”

Also, he grumbles inside his own head, your ingrained self-loathing is a you problem, not a me problem, unless you are signing up for some therapy, in which case I will probably refer you to Silvermist, because sanity and I are old and rather distant acquaintances.

“You do know Ratchet is not CMO here, right? He’s my mentor and I let him work on Ravage because he’s been her doctor before. But he’s an Autobot and he’s only CMO on your ship.”

:: In that case, my apologies, and I will clear this comm immediately upon resolution.:: Ultra Magnus replies, stiffly. :: I understand that you are the CMO aboard, and that is the second reason I attempted to contact you directly. I will be there with my armor shortly.:: 

The comm deactivated. 

[doctor-glitterbomb]

All’s well that ends well, Glit thought to himself, and went back to his work. The next patient he saw was also unscheduled: a sparkling who had consumed an entire bottle of high-grade. Glit was sympathetic to her condition, although he had to help her get the unmetabolised liquid out of her system–she wasn’t in any condition to decide whether she preferred suction or regurgitation, and Glit decided that even though suction was more unpleasant, it was preferable to allowing her to aspirate the stuff into her air exchanges.

Once he had most of it out of her, he explained to her carrier that they would monitor her while it wore off, and asked him some questions about how the sparkling had managed to obtain the bottle. But she was a flyer, so she’d managed to get up to the shelf they’d put it on, which hadn’t been properly locked.

He did mark her chart to alert him if she came in again with a condition her guardians should have been able to prevent.

Once he finished the discharge instructions he heard the noise of the heavy transport out in the hall and directed Misfire to open up the receiving doors in the back.

[stalwartcommander]

Ultra Magnus– or, rather, Minimus Ambus– enters, once the doors ease open; his expression is set, and the way he walks suggests plain discomfort. He is not used to going about simply as Minimus, for all the fox is still safely stowed away. Green and white armor is exactly polished, his moustache adornment in place.

“… Thank you for seeing me.” He murmurs. “The hinges simply won’t seal as they should, and I am only getting errors from visual control.”

[doctor-glitterbomb]

“Which set?” Glit mutters, examining the armour. “You’ve got a lot of armour here. I can’t even lift the outer layer. You know, my talents are primarily suited to treating living metal. Is this, or was it ever, once a living being?”

The notion is both repulsive and fascinating.

[stalwartcommander]

".... That is classified." Minimus responds. "I am not at liberty to reveal the sealed documents in Autobot High Command without prior authorization."

He regards the armor with a narrowed red gaze. "It is inert; I climb in, and the sequence does not come online. Or it initializes, but only halfway before stalling. I fear it may be damaged, though I admit I've no idea how. I maintain it with all due consideration."

[stalwartcommander]

doctor-glitterbomb​;

“Well, you did.” Glit sighs. “Is it stuck on or off your body? If you’re wearing two suits of armour and one of them doesn’t move, then yes: that’s an emergency that merits sending medical transport to bring you into the medbay where all of the tools are, so we can get you out of it and you can fuel and vent and wash and all the other stuff you can’t do in two sets of armour.”

And probably don’t do at all. Glit frowned. Asexuality was a healthy condition but not having sex because people might find out what your alt-mode is unhealthy as fuck.

“If you’re not in the armour you can book a heavy transport to medbay for yourself and the armour, and I can keep our medevac ready in case there’s a mining accident or someone without any wings takes a fall. Throw a tarp or a blanket over it. Nobody’s going to know who you are unless you fox out, and then they’ll think you’re the cute turbofox who eats energon treats from sparklings’ hands and wanders around through the oxygen farm without ever straying from the footpath.”

Also, he grumbles inside his own head, your ingrained self-loathing is a you problem, not a me problem, unless you are signing up for some therapy, in which case I will probably refer you to Silvermist, because sanity and I are old and rather distant acquaintances.

“You do know Ratchet is not CMO here, right? He’s my mentor and I let him work on Ravage because he’s been her doctor before. But he’s an Autobot and he’s only CMO on your ship.”

:: In that case, my apologies, and I will clear this comm immediately upon resolution.:: Ultra Magnus replies, stiffly. :: I understand that you are the CMO aboard, and that is the second reason I attempted to contact you directly. I will be there with my armor shortly.:: 

The comm deactivated. 

[doctor-glitterbomb]

All’s well that ends well, Glit thought to himself, and went back to his work. The next patient he saw was also unscheduled: a sparkling who had consumed an entire bottle of high-grade. Glit was sympathetic to her condition, although he had to help her get the unmetabolised liquid out of her system–she wasn’t in any condition to decide whether she preferred suction or regurgitation, and Glit decided that even though suction was more unpleasant, it was preferable to allowing her to aspirate the stuff into her air exchanges.

Once he had most of it out of her, he explained to her carrier that they would monitor her while it wore off, and asked him some questions about how the sparkling had managed to obtain the bottle. But she was a flyer, so she’d managed to get up to the shelf they’d put it on, which hadn’t been properly locked.

He did mark her chart to alert him if she came in again with a condition her guardians should have been able to prevent.

Once he finished the discharge instructions he heard the noise of the heavy transport out in the hall and directed Misfire to open up the receiving doors in the back.

[stalwartcommander]

Ultra Magnus-- or, rather, Minimus Ambus-- enters, once the doors ease open; his expression is set, and the way he walks suggests plain discomfort. He is not used to going about simply as Minimus, for all the fox is still safely stowed away. Green and white armor is exactly polished, his moustache adornment in place.

"... Thank you for seeing me." He murmurs. "The hinges simply won't seal as they should, and I am only getting errors from visual control."

[stalwartcommander]

doctor-glitterbomb​;

“Well, you did.” Glit sighs. “Is it stuck on or off your body? If you’re wearing two suits of armour and one of them doesn’t move, then yes: that’s an emergency that merits sending medical transport to bring you into the medbay where all of the tools are, so we can get you out of it and you can fuel and vent and wash and all the other stuff you can’t do in two sets of armour.”

And probably don’t do at all. Glit frowned. Asexuality was a healthy condition but not having sex because people might find out what your alt-mode is unhealthy as fuck.

“If you’re not in the armour you can book a heavy transport to medbay for yourself and the armour, and I can keep our medevac ready in case there’s a mining accident or someone without any wings takes a fall. Throw a tarp or a blanket over it. Nobody’s going to know who you are unless you fox out, and then they’ll think you’re the cute turbofox who eats energon treats from sparklings’ hands and wanders around through the oxygen farm without ever straying from the footpath.”

Also, he grumbles inside his own head, your ingrained self-loathing is a you problem, not a me problem, unless you are signing up for some therapy, in which case I will probably refer you to Silvermist, because sanity and I are old and rather distant acquaintances.

“You do know Ratchet is not CMO here, right? He’s my mentor and I let him work on Ravage because he’s been her doctor before. But he’s an Autobot and he’s only CMO on your ship.”

:: In that case, my apologies, and I will clear this comm immediately upon resolution.:: Ultra Magnus replies, stiffly. :: I understand that you are the CMO aboard, and that is the second reason I attempted to contact you directly. I will be there with my armor shortly.:: 

The comm deactivated. 

[stalwartcommander]

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".... How did you get these aboard?! You had better not have taken them from Sanctuary Station without asking! That is at LEAST a citation, even perhaps a fine!" Ultra Magnus demands.

[dontpetmeibite]

Ravage: I'm the only person here who grows those. Ravage: I'm not missing any. Ravage: How are you issuing citations and fines aboard a ship that is personally owned by a single individual and is registered out of Sanctuary Station?

Ravage: The actual rule about stealing Ravage's flowers is that you have to spend as much time as it takes to set them all to rights under Ravage's supervision and up to her personal standards.

[stalwartcommander]

Ultra Magnus: Are you in fact informing me that I have received flowers from an undeclared person or persons?

Ultra Magnus: ... I would like to request that they be fully examined, and if they are dangerous, the appropriate way to dispose of them. I am placing them in a secure container

[stalwartcommander]

His armor isn’t working. 

His armor isn’t working.

::Doctor. I require your immediate assistance.:: he transmits, on the medical frequency. (@doctor-glitterbomb ) 

[doctor-glitterbomb]

::Symptoms? If it’s a serious problem, it’s unlikely I can fix it in your habsuite. I’ll coordinate with Security to arrange emergency transport.::

Glit frowns, but he knows Minimus isn’t used to the Station. It’s not impossible that he has missed all the newsfeed messages and posters reminding residents that that all life-threatening situations including injuries requiring immediate medical assistance and appropriate transport should be reported to !999!

At the same time, he bristles a little at the imperious tone. Glit’s a civilian these days, and even if he weren’t, Ultra Magnus wouldn’t be his commander.

[stalwartcommander]

:: ... My armor is stuck.:: Ultra Magnus responded. ::It is not a true emergency-- but Ratchet is off shift, and you are both the CMO aboard, and know of my... un armored state. I did not wish to overstep protocols.:: is added.