@viribus-et-honoris
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)
He knew he was early to report, but he was sure a few senators could wait for the Prime until after he’s spoken with Sentinel. Things couldn’t continue as they were, this, Meister (he was debating if he should change to Jazz, despite it only being alias, the name was starting to grow on him) knew very well. Society couldn’t last as it was, it was time to change a few things around or risk a terrible outcome.
