Rewind's Room
At the scheduled time, Ultra Magnus knocked on the door to Rewindâs personal quarters.
âJust a second!â Rewind calls out, trying his best to keep the panic from his voice as he scrambles to collect any material that would be potential targets for confiscation, âIâm adjusting myâŠcamera!â
His chronometer must be off because he was sure he had a few more minutes till inspection.
Good olâ Magnus, always punctualâŠ
He quickly plucked both data disc and pads from his shelf and into a waiting box, along with a collection of seeds and flowers he had collected during their shore leave, and once he was certain that he collected all incriminating material- he crawled under his desk, pushing it into an open air vent and bolting the grate once the box was pushed a comfortable distance away.
âAlright, Iâm coming!â He calls, trotting towards the door- tearing down a picture of Prowl he had been using as an impromptu dartboard on his way.
He keys the door open and sidesteps to allow Ultra Magnus to step inside, âUh, come in, sir.â
Room 208 was your standard habitation suite, but it was obvious that the couple had made it their own- though it was obvious that a majority of the clutter that littered the shelves and tables belonged to Rewind.
 âSo, uh, welcome to Chromedome and my room.â
Magnus strode in, all professional, no cordiality, looking around with an upturned nose. He instantly noticed the large amount of clutter, trash, and disorganization. His eyes were drawn to what appeared to be a picture of Prowl filled with holes in the waste bin, and suspect items sticking out of odd places, as if hastily shoved away. Dust was conspicuously absent from a few places, as if something nearby was recently accessed. His eyes finally fell upon Rewind himself, who was earnestly (nervously) watching him.
"Rewind, this isnât going to do at all. Iâd expect two mechs to have a far easier time maintaining a room with their combined efforts. What is half of this?â he asked, motioning to theâŠitems (to put it kindly) scattered across the desk. âYou two canât be happy in all this,â he stated, not for a moment considering that other mechs might be perfectly fine outside a completelysterile environment.
Rewind did his best to act inconspicuous throughout the expection, but the longer Ultra Magnus took to look around the room, the more inclined Rewind was to hover behind the larger mechâs calves- an excuse on the tip of his glossa, ready to be used if necessary; however, he was caught off guard when the larger mech brought up Chromedome.
âYes, well, itâs kind of hard for two mechs to maintain a room when one of them has been abducted by some spatial-temporal anomaly.â He muttered, miserably- his partnerâs disappearance still, understandably, a sore topic for the archivistâŠ
When Ultra Magnus motioned toward the desk, Rewind climbed up on his chair, hunching over the control panel- doing his best to shield his terminal from the larger botâs scrutiny.
âThatâs my workstation.â Rewind huffed, not bothering to hide the exasperation in voice, âEjectâs been transmitting me data on the tears and Iâm categorizing the information and double checking for familiar signals.â
