#sicpolicesirens

[petite-datapad-pusher]

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Scrap! What's with these important Autobots suddenly tracking down his frequency?! Of course having (any) Prowl follow him would rattle Jasper; especially the thought that maybe the Autobots are following him for the same reason Jasper follows back: to gain intel.  "... w-what can I do for you, Sir?" Jasper asks slowly.

[eradicongeneralxeurx]

sic-police-sirens started following you

<<Eugh, if it isn't the tacky colored Autobot.>>

[its-never-sunny]

sic-police-sirens started following you

And here I thought i was free from every and all Prowls.

[wily-red-and-galeforce-gold]

Prowl blinked before letting a slight smile slip out, “Thank you Sideswipe for defending me.” He cleared his vocalizer some, “It is an inconvenience for me as I can’t perform my duty as Second and without my Computer it is very hard to control my emotions.” It was very awkward to admit this to one of the soldiers.

Sideswipe whirled and stared at Prowl.

"What? Oh. Uh, it's not a big deal, Sir." He scuffed the floor with his ped. "I don't see why you need it to do all your command stuff though. I think you'd do a good job without it. But hey, at least it's only for three days?" He tried for the upside.

Then Sideswipe blinked. "Wait. What do you mean you can't control your emotions?"

[jackofwheels]

sic-police-sirens stated following you

Wheeljack looked up from what he was doing quickly shoving the data pad he was looking at aside. "Oh. Hi, Prowl. What brings you here?"

[turtle-in-the-mums]

(Because Prowl needs advice from his alternate) "Alternate, it would seem the Grey Faces have shut my Battle Computer down for three days," The SiC grimaced his helm hurting from all the distracting emotions, "How do I deal with my Emotion Chip being at 100% instead of 45% that I am used to?"

Prowl reread the message. Settled back in his seat and frowned at the words on the screen. His alternate's plight, though uncomfortable and potentially embarrassing, was time-limited and not life-threatening, and Prowl had a great deal of other work to do. A short reply after a moment's thought would have to suffice. [My condolences--the Gray Faces, or Anons as they are generally called in my universe--are cruel and capricious creatures. I do not doubt that such an abrupt alteration to your processing streams has disrupted your concentration and lowered your efficiency ratings to an unacceptable degree. If you have not already done so, I suggest informing your Prime--or other commanding officer--of the problem and advising him that you will be taking the rest of the period of your affliction as leave time. Making significant decisions or performing important calculations while uncontrolled emotion is dominating your thought processes raises the odds of a a territory-loss failure by 18.5483%, supply-loss failure by 23.9823%, a life-loss failure by 9.2016%, and a loss-of-Prime event by 2.8435%, with a point-three-one-two percent margin of error--I apologize for the wide margin, but as I am not familiar with your circumstances I cannot be more precise.] Hopefully some solid numbers, however loose the tolerances, would offer some comfort to his fellow Autobot. [Were I in your position, I would next isolate myself from all but the Prime and the medical team until the allotted time had passed, and occupy myself with gathering data for later processing. An investigation of the Gray Faces is overdue--you might begin by searching out and copying reports of their activity among those you are in contact with. You will not be able to do the primary processing until the emotion is back under proper control, but so long as you only gather and index individual event reports, you will have a data set to work with once your mind is back to normal.]

Prowl contemplated, wavered for a moment, then added, [I have never been placed in a predicament like yours, so I can only guess what it is like. However, if it would make the situation more bearable, you may write to me freely. I will keep any potentially embarrassing statements confidential.] He sent the message and returned to his duties.

[protectobotmedic]

"Yes I contacted by a grey face over comms in the Rec Room" Prowl replied with a obvious struggle at keeping his emotions at bay, "My Emotion Chip is now functioning at 100% I am not used to this."

First Aid knew that this was an immense shock to the mech. His face plates were twisted with worry. This kind of overwhelming change wasn’t good for Prowl. 

“If you let me, maybe I can try to bring down the Emotional Chip a bit? Until I learn how it malfunctioned I can’t repair it, but perhaps I can help make things not as overwhelming?“ 

[protectobotmedic]

"First Aid I require assistance," The SIC's voice was unusually full of emotion mostly desperation and fear as well as humiliation at the fact that he was showing such emotion infront of the troops, "It would seem my Battle Computer malfunctioned and shut down."

First Aid stopped what he was doing when he was called. Glancing over at Prowl, he immediately noticed something was wrong.

“Oh, dear,” he murmured, gesturing for Prowl to come in. His first thought was too much stress to his systems. That could be where he started in trying to figure out what was going on.

“Can you tell me what happened right before it shut down?”