Another year, another place to corral stray fic and fragments. Some of them may make it to AO3 eventually, some of them may not. Series, pairing, rating, and any relevant warnings in the subject of each comment.
To: Megatron Subject: Door Inspection Report Megatron, inspection of all doors in the research wing damaged by Overlord was completed this morning at 03:00. Please review the full report attached at your earliest convenience. In summary, ten doors fail to meet the enhanced specifications outlined in the Engineering Protocols for the Lost Light: Building Protocols and Specifications for Construction 2.25.6.8. Three of the aforementioned doors also fail to meet the basic specifications outlined in the same section. Of those three, two are currently undergoing repair, with an estimated completion within the next thirty hours. As for the third, please remind Brainstorm to consult all relevant regulations before undertaking his own construction projects. A door that generates different noises depending on who walks through it is in violation of noise pollution ordinances and may also run afoul of several anti-discrimination regulations.
To: Ambus Minimus Subject: Re: Door Inspection Report Noted, with thanks.
To: Megatron Subject: Medical Bay Personnel Inspection Report Megatron, attached please find the summary report of the personnel inspection of the medical bay carried out yesterday at 16:00. Of most concern, Ratchet has returned to work despite not being fully recovered from injuries sustained during Overlord's escape and while lacking appropriate clearance from qualified medical personnel.
To: Ambus Minimus Subject: Re: Medical Bay Personnel Inspection Report Noted, with thanks.
To: Megatron Subject: Request for Leave Megatron, I, Ambus Minimus, do hereby submit a request, in writing as specified in the Personnel Manual 14.26.7.3a, for 48 hours' leave beginning tomorrow at 09:00.
To: Ambus Minimus Subject: Re: Request for Leave Request denied. Due to casualties and damages caused by Overlord, the Lost Light cannot support additional discretionary time off. If necessary, resubmit request with additional explanation. Otherwise, the request will be approved once more autobots have been cleared to return to duty. Your understanding and cooperation is appreciated.
Megatron frowned as he hit send. Minimus knew the personnel requirements and the duty rosters of the Lost Light better than anyone else with the possible exception of Rodimus. As such, he would be fully aware of the strain Overlord's attack had put on the system. Frivolous requests were unlike him, which meant either it was a test or there was something more to the request. He expected he would find out which within five minutes. Just enough time to read one more poem.
Four minutes and twenty-three seconds later, the intercom on his door sounded. "Ambus Minimus to speak to Megatron."
"Come in, Minimus."
The doors slid closed behind Minimus who stood stiffly at attention in front of Megatron's desk.
"There was something you wished to speak about?" Megatron prompted when nothing appeared to be forthcoming.
"Ah, yes. About the matter of leave..." Minimus's gaze darted nervously around the room. "I'm afraid it really is necessary."
"Do you care to share the reasons why?"
Minimus stared at the floor. "This suit, it sustained some damage from Overlord."
"And this was not reported in your initial report why?"
"I was...otherwise preoccupied at the time and failed to notice the issue until recently."
"The medical bay is beginning to empty. Report there for repairs. If it's minor, any of the engineers they've pulled in should be able to fix you up in a flash."
"With all due respect, Megatron, it's not that simple. A few bearings have been bent out of shape, but according to Brainstorm, they're a custom design. He can replace them, but it will take a couple of days, and he needs to suit during that time to use a model for the machining."
"Ah," Megatron said as he sat back. He did see the shape of the problem now. Still, there were standards to uphold. "Request still respectfully denied. Forty-eight hours is too long for you to spend in isolation in light of current events."
"The suit needs repair, Megatron, and I can't just go wandering around the ship without it with my alt form being...what it is."
"Of course not, which is why you will report to my personal quarters at 08:30 tomorrow, and I will deliver your suit to Brainstorm myself."
"That isn't necessary, Megatron. I'm sure you have more pressing matters to attend to. Take your desk, for example. The angle of the workstation is fifteen degrees to shallow for the current angle of your seat, and the overhead lighting is in a sub-optimal position and using sources that do not conform to the most recent addendum to the lighting regulations."
"Nonsense, Minimus. There is nothing more pressing for me on this ship currently than ensuring the well-being of one of my most valued crew-mates. You will report here tomorrow and remain until repairs are complete. That is an order."
"Very well then," Minimus said stiffly. "In that case, I will take my leave until then."
"I do look forward to your company," Megatron said as the door slid closed. Now to determine where he could find a bed suitable for a turbo-fox on short notice, and look over the circulars he had been ignoring until he found the new lighting regulations.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Learning to Be Loved: Transformers, MinMags, G
Megatron frowned as he hit send. Minimus knew the personnel requirements and the duty rosters of the Lost Light better than anyone else with the possible exception of Rodimus. As such, he would be fully aware of the strain Overlord's attack had put on the system. Frivolous requests were unlike him, which meant either it was a test or there was something more to the request. He expected he would find out which within five minutes. Just enough time to read one more poem.
Four minutes and twenty-three seconds later, the intercom on his door sounded. "Ambus Minimus to speak to Megatron."
"Come in, Minimus."
The doors slid closed behind Minimus who stood stiffly at attention in front of Megatron's desk.
"There was something you wished to speak about?" Megatron prompted when nothing appeared to be forthcoming.
"Ah, yes. About the matter of leave..." Minimus's gaze darted nervously around the room. "I'm afraid it really is necessary."
"Do you care to share the reasons why?"
Minimus stared at the floor. "This suit, it sustained some damage from Overlord."
"And this was not reported in your initial report why?"
"I was...otherwise preoccupied at the time and failed to notice the issue until recently."
"The medical bay is beginning to empty. Report there for repairs. If it's minor, any of the engineers they've pulled in should be able to fix you up in a flash."
"With all due respect, Megatron, it's not that simple. A few bearings have been bent out of shape, but according to Brainstorm, they're a custom design. He can replace them, but it will take a couple of days, and he needs to suit during that time to use a model for the machining."
"Ah," Megatron said as he sat back. He did see the shape of the problem now. Still, there were standards to uphold. "Request still respectfully denied. Forty-eight hours is too long for you to spend in isolation in light of current events."
"The suit needs repair, Megatron, and I can't just go wandering around the ship without it with my alt form being...what it is."
"Of course not, which is why you will report to my personal quarters at 08:30 tomorrow, and I will deliver your suit to Brainstorm myself."
"That isn't necessary, Megatron. I'm sure you have more pressing matters to attend to. Take your desk, for example. The angle of the workstation is fifteen degrees to shallow for the current angle of your seat, and the overhead lighting is in a sub-optimal position and using sources that do not conform to the most recent addendum to the lighting regulations."
"Nonsense, Minimus. There is nothing more pressing for me on this ship currently than ensuring the well-being of one of my most valued crew-mates. You will report here tomorrow and remain until repairs are complete. That is an order."
"Very well then," Minimus said stiffly. "In that case, I will take my leave until then."
"I do look forward to your company," Megatron said as the door slid closed. Now to determine where he could find a bed suitable for a turbo-fox on short notice, and look over the circulars he had been ignoring until he found the new lighting regulations.