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4th Month, 25th Day 20XX - 8:59 PM
From the Desk of Ultra Magnus, Second-in-Command of the Lost Light :
I am not pleased about out plan to use Skip as our escape from Necroworld, but there does not seem to be a better option available.
I have completed my inspection, and sent my report to Rodimus. And this time he had better read it! Especially , after having the nerve to argue that Megatron was a changed bot earlier.
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--W̨̿ARN̹̓ING-̬̕-̝̾
̈́͢-̡͝-DA̮͗T̮̑Ȧ̱ ͖̍CO̫͘RRǓ̧PTI̕ͅO͇͗Ṉ͑-- ̻̌
1̻͐2t͚̃h ̢̇Mon̛̹t̥͠h̔͟, 29t̹͞ẖ͊ Da̜̍y̺͘, 2̗̓58̦͞9 - ̭̍4̥̊:̰̊31 ̢̎Ǎ̬M̰̀
̞̕Fro̫̿m t̞̾h̦͋e Pers̰̽oñ̰al Fi̖les͔͐ oḟ̲ Ḿ͟ë͜ga͍͂t̉͟r̟͠ö͈n,͕͗ ̇ͅC̮̈́aptä̺in o͈͗f ͕̋t̢̕h͙͆e ̰͞L͈͡ä̘s͉̀t̟́ ͕̈́Li͈̿ght
̼̌Term̜̈́i͉̿ņu͕̐s ̭̄is̳̈́ d͋͟ead̹̅.͉̌
4th Month, 26th Day 20XX - 2:13 PM
From the Logs of Ultra Magnus, 2nd in Command of (the Spaceship That Was Formerly the Decepticon Known As) Skip
Working on Terms of Peace. Still traveling in this ‘ship’ (I mean that in the loosest sense of the word). Even using forced mass displacement, the ship is far too crowded with mechs for anyone's comfort.
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-̜̰͌͌-̰̣̳̍̐̏W̠͇͑̚A̲̍̕ͅR̜̮̥̀̿̿NIN̙͆G͙̐-͙̮̞͓̹̀̐͐-͙͖̌̽ ̧̱̭͌̈͌
̖̄-̢̦̗̯̻͂͋̒̈̈-͓̱̠̒̃̊ͅDAT̥̂A CÖ͇́R̉͢R̲̺̍̌U͎͇͋͡P̬͎̜̜̟̏͒͑̐͡T̛͉͍̤̬͎͂̈́͌͠IO̪̞͒͑N ͈̥͇̑͘͡8̲̍͊͢5̺̈́%--̱͔̊͝ ͔̫͆
̛͖͕̱̱͌̇1̢̾s͎̮̼͔̫̄̊͂ț͉̖̲̌͑̌͠ ̡̬͚͔͌̆̊̚̕ͅM̙̗̆͊ò͈͖͚͗͊̈ͅn̼̦̊̉͋ͅtḩ͉̺͑̀͐,̨̙̤̳̱̿̇̽̈̋ ̲͎́͟͡͝1̟̲͓͌͗̕0̡͈͈̄͛̐ţ̧̨̡͋̆͑̓h͈̆ ͂͜D̺̙͘å̹̼̮̏̆y,̘̣̳̒̌ ̡̢̣̯̿̓̽̆͜͞2̝͔͘6̦͓́̔2̜̍3͙̖͌̉ ͙͚̲̃̎̓- ̧͙͙̹̈͝͞2̘͓̋̇:͉͇̫̈́̇̿2̬̚2̛̭̫͘ ̳̱̫̔̍͠A̢̜̩̓͆͐ͅM̼̝̤̜̲̉͛͑͌̏
̱͙͚͂̈͡F̢͝r̰̃ọ͇̉͞m̡̋ ̪͎͐t̼͍̅͘ȟ͕̳̟͍͙̎̓͊̓e̱̖̣͗̋͝ ̧̡͖̾̔͠P͓͂͢͠ē̤r̮̈s̨̩̘͍̗̈̾̿͘o͈̰͗͌͊͢n̗͘a͓̫̖̿̎̒͆͟l̛̥͕͖̰̙̀̔͊̇ ̙͌̃͢F͍͋i̢͈̚͡l̫̮̰̹̉̍̉̚ȩ̛̼̻̘̀͂s̱̲̞̐̍̀ ͚̰̟̍̂̃o̞̠͐͘f̧̤̘̒́͡ ̜́Ṁ̻e̜̼̍͡g̢̬̻͒̄̋ā̛̲̫͇͗͑͢͝ͅtȓ̻͎̙̼͛͛͟o̫͍̮͊̑̚n,̛̼͈ ̨͖͈̘͗͘͠͝C̹̬͚̃̇̈ạ̗̻̦̿̌͗̐̔͜p̢̢̛̳̩̑͛̒ţ͈̮̜͊̓̔͋͘ͅai͚̤̯̍͘̚n̢͂ ̪̀o͍̐f͇̔ ̨̥̆͞t̡̛̮͐h͎̱͉́̆͗e͉̙̼̲͓͌̅̐́͌ ̯̂La̧̛͇̯͒̊̕͢ṡ̞ṫ̢̛͉͉̗̓̄ ͈̏L͇̼̇̊ig̡̻̯̮̞̽̆͊̔ht͎͋
͓̥͚̿͋̔T̢̞̂̇ḫ̢̖̇̽e̳̗̭͕̔̑̾̂ ̡̋C̠̩̻̼̐͋͐̃o̘̽u̟̪͗̑n̜̠̈̊cỉ̡̺̮̊̿l̡͓̹͐̀͛ ̖͝h́ͅa̫͚̱͋̃͡s̨̞̱̈͡͞ ͈̌f̡̤̣̮̂̊̆͂̃͜o͖͑̓͜ū̲̖̄n͇̼̅̈́͢͞d̢̽ ̙̟̙̖͒̉̊́͜͞Ő͍͈̬͛͘r̛͙̠i͉̗̩̇̑͝ŏ̥̦͙͇̐͛͋ñ̛̦̫̮͗͜’s̠̀͑͜ ͕̝̎̈͝ͅb̻͔͚̹͋͛͡͠a̡͋̽͢s̼̥̪̖̈́͠͡͠ē͉͚̩̟̌̒͝.͉̜̥̭̋̾̀̎ ̱̼͐̕ ͎̚N̺̣̰͊͆ơ͎͉̬͎̔̈̚ ̮͕͂͒wō̺̗͙̺̇̓̎r̢̮̭͊̑͛̉͟d ̧̖́͌͂͜y̰̥̝͖̎͐̊̚ę͞t͇̜̳̠̀̐̋͞ ō̡̩͈̞͚̅͆̂͡f̱̐̽ͅ ̱̪͖̓̀̽ș̎ű͈͢͡r̡͔̋͗̓ͅv̲̲̣͋̓̿͢i̭̋v̙͑ơ̢̮͋rs,̡̮̼̮͒͊̀̈́ th̛͎̖̏ǫ͙͛̕ȗ̖̮͙͓͊͝͠g͓̖̟͎͒͌͋͒h̥̜͂̐̕͜ ̞̗̿͗I f͌ͅę̆͒ͅą̛̻̪̎́͞ͅṝ̠̰̔̈́̕͢ ̬̦̓͡t̢͔̰͗̌̃̇͜͟͠ḩ̦̗̠͊̓͋͡ẻ̟͉̐ ̢͖͍̗̲͐̄̿̏̈́w͍͇̌͂o̰̠̠̔̋͑r̢̞͕͕̿́̇̄s̩͎̭̎̄̕t̨̹̙̫̋͌̏̿.̞̘̓͋
4th Month, 26th Day 20XX - 4:42 PM
From the Logs of Ultra Magnus, 2nd in Command of (the Spaceship That Was Formerly the Decepticon Known As) Skip
I miss him.
He used us, and I miss him, this is ridiculous.
I am ridiculous.
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͕̟̼̪̃̊͗͘-̯̲̿̾͐͟-̙̘̱͚̭͛̆̑̂̏̃͟͜W̗͙̏̔A̡̫̟̦͕̝͙͓̔̽̉͆͊̔̾͞R̨̨̛͈̬̲͉͌́̊͘N̝͑̄͑͟͟I͔͠Ņ̛͇͎̠͔̲̼͍̩͊̄̇̾̉͋̓Ĝ̡͖̱̹̜͉̥̭̎̿̆̋̌̽̕͟͞-̧̙̥̖̻̰̿̈́̀͆̊͘-̡̡͍̱̟̳̼̘̖͚̈̿̒̏̂̈́̔̉͝͝ ̦̙̗̣̾̌̇̒̄͒̊͜͢͜ͅ
-͈̘̦̮͎͇̅͗̆̃̂̌͢͞͠ͅ-̖̻̖͕̖̥̿̓̄̎͘͢͠F͖̹͕̦͓̹̫͉͒̔͛̊̑͐̎͡I̛̮̮̝͈̬͗͂̕͞Ĺ̨̛̩̯̭̯̜̟̼̒̾̉̔͌̽͟͝Ę̮̥̣̺͚̼̥̉͂͑̓̎͌̍̀ ̥̐Ŭ̘̮͉̩͈̲̻̑̿͋̇̀͋͒ͅN̫̖̘͙͊̌̉̚Ȑ̗E̖͔̙͙̔̽̾͠Ȃ̝̼̩͔̈́͋̓͜͞Ḑ̰̹̖̱̣̪̗̻̦͗̂̂͗̎͗̋͋̃͡Å̛̭̱͇̯̾͊͌͜B̩͎̤̮̥̳͛͛̎̀͛̃L̜͇̮̤̺̈͊̊̃̚͟͠Ȩ̯͓͓̌̇̍̑-̬͓̖̙̒̿̑̈̎͢-̢̨̧̘͚̭͓̝̗͋̀̓͌̂͐͘͟͡͠ ̡̨̗͍̞͙̉͆͛̾̓̉̂͟
͓̼̍́9͕̐̇͟t̥̮̉h ̛̤̰̫͈̪̿̽͡͝M̨̺͂̑o̘͂͐͜ṅ̢̢͓̫͈͔̪̲̈́͗͌̚̚͘͠t͍̦͖̓͆̈͒ͅh̨͔̾͐̌͜,̙̪̺̃̏̅ 2͎̾͋͟9͎̼̰̿̊͋̂̐͢͢͠ͅt͔̜̲̝͎͗̽̆́̋̓ͅḥ̞͎̤̗̼̮͙̅̓͆̔̈́͘ ̛̬̝͈̪̯͖͐̊̓̓͆̌̚͟͢͝ͅD̝̳̐̚à̧̡̜̤̞̹͔̀̒̊̏̅̚͜͝ͅý̙,͍̺̩̝̹̘̤̗̰̘̃̅̈́̐̅͒̒͒͘͞ ̗̉2̭̠̣͋͆̌6̢̥̺̩̯̖̇̀̿̚͢͞͡͝7̨̝͕̥̰͕͍̠̟̆̒̃͆̽̓͛̿̍5̪̪̘̐͗͆ ̨̟̯͎̙̖̣̖̉̌̂̓͆͛̔-̧͎̿͂ ̩̻̘͎̂̌͂̓1̢̡̛̜̹̘̝͉̙̹̼̾̒̌̾͌̓̅͊͠1̡̰̪̖̯͎̲̣̯̎̿̈͌̓̇͒̃̚:̢̧͈̙̫͓̼̄̋̊̏̿̉̕5͎̲̺͕̾̋̊͞͝ͅ8̡̨͕̣͍̳̎̎̃͛͑̒̔ͅ ̩̩̹̰̭̌͑̽͞͝P̠̫͚͚̼̱͔̜͗̊̈̏̉̉̈́͘͘ͅM̢͚͙͙̰͌̂͐̀́ ̢̳͍͔͖͑̆̽͒̇͂͢
̗͓͚̜͎̼̒͛͛͊̚͢͞͝F͓̳͙̾͠͝r̰͒o̗̅m̢̘̪͙̹͈̭̓̂̓̇̑̽͜͝͝ ̡̨̢̟̘̗̘̪̼͆͊̓̀̌̾͛͝ţ͉̞͈͕̭̦͎̞̍̂̒́́̆̚͞͠he̛̙̳̹͙̳̱͉̱̔́̑̐̒̍͛̃ͅ ̧͈̭̟͚̄̒̀̓͘P̳̓e͙͉̜͂̅͛͡ͅř̢̲͖̪͚̞͎͂̒̾̐͒͢͡s͎̤̃̎õ̞͔̣̚ņ̛̛͕͉͕̟̣̪̦̼̋͛̏̄̀̉̑a̧̭̻̗̲͎̰̪͉̗͆̅̎̓̓̇̓̚̚͞l͖̫̹̄̎͞ ̣̣͕̙̻̠̩̫̦̝́̽͛̍͐̄̎̋̕̕F̢̦̰̞̯͇̯̆̈́̆͗̀̊̚ͅi̗̝̥͑̂̔l̨͎̅̔es̢̢̺̰̖̩̼̾̄̃̋͋̔͘͜͡ ̩̔̎͢o̭̫͔̰͕̰͍̝̫͒̃̍͒͌̓͠f̧̛͕̩͖̰̜̔͒̒͗͊̚ͅ ̧̧̛̤̭̯͕̈̃̄͞͠M̢̞̠̣͚̯͖͊͐͛̈́͐̎̏̕͟e̢̻̳͖̼̜̪̹̺͖͌́̓̆̓̑͛̉̕͘g̳̥͉̹̓̋́ȃ̢͓̫̩̙̽̓̎̒t̗̐ŗ̡̝̟̲͍̿̐͊͊̃̇͢͝ó̦͟͞n̡̥̹̫̓̾͑,̫͓̍̈́ C̨̩̮̠̮̦̫̆̉͒̽̉̎̿a̢͔̯͊͛͗͜͡pt̮̺̯̂̿́͟͞ă̘i̝̯̦͌̌̌n͎̝̋͡ ̤͔̟̔̈́̕ỡ̰͈̬̦͙̜̠̬͛̆̓̊̋̚̚͟f̘̺̤͚̮͋̉̃͐̕ ͍̥̈́͊̐͟ṫ̡̻̭̫̫̺̹̜͋̾̉͋̏̽̓ḧ̨͈̮̥̗́̿̓͛͂̎͜ė͎̘̤̲̓͞͞ ̬͕̤̝̺̦̉̈́̒̚͡͠L̥̱̾͊â̛̛̭̩̫̙̩̐́s̫̳̼̗̃̈̊͐t̡̧̞̤̮̝̯̂̃̓̿̾̓ ̨͙̦̩̲͕͚͍̆͆̿̈̈́̾̅ͅḼ̡̮̤͇͖̄͛̉͑̂́ͅī͎̪̱̜̖̭͖̆̅̍̐̆͢͟͡͝͡g̛̫̮̖̟̒̔̌̚͟h͕̼͎͎̙͙̪̒͗̎̔̉̓t̨̧͎̃̊̕
̩̚L̪̽a̻̕s̛̲̫͕̤̫̋̈́̄͡ť̳̠̜͛͞ ̤̠̖̗̞̥̬͌̎͋͌̔̄͘͢͡L̘̩͔͕̳̞̔̐͂̅̇̔̅͜ȉ̮g͔͂h͖̪̓̽t͙̜̹̣͇͍͓̩̹͛̏̎̋͆͛͊̅͘ ̳͆b̩͙͓̉̇͠â̱̻̫̝̄̾̾r̨͉̬͋́̿e̢͙̞̞̮̥̭͂̓̈́͛̀̀̚͢͝l̛͎͎̟̥͔̖͍̳͐́̃͛̏̋̋ẙ̧̧̘͇̤̰̩̤͒͐̄̎͊͡͝ ̞͈̲̳̌̈̍̌s̳̎ư̩̯̊rṽ̢̥̞̭͇̭̉̉̿̚͠į̣͓͌̆͝v̟͈̝̋̈́͘͜e̤̋d͉͔̭̹̀̽̉̄̿͢ ̡͍̪̮͉̪̺͈̣̍̅̓́̒͐́͆̉B̪̜͉̞̝̙̝͆̊͌͛̓̏̕aẗ̻͓̹͑t̛̛̩̙̠͆l̮̭̯͓̯̈͆̓͌̉̕͟e͈͞ ͓͙̪̯̣̤̜̈́̍̏̈́̀́̐of̼̗̊̕͜ P̧͈̺̪̮̟̟̬͍̣͋̌͆̋̄͊͐̃͑͝ẻ̡̘̝̬̳͙̂̾́̀͢͝͡͞ͅr̹̮̠͍͎̀̑̋̃͟͞s̝̲̓͡ȩ̞̗͇̟̗̽͐͊̓͝͠pp͚͎̝̪̗͔̤̻̓̽̈̏̉̂̕̚ã̧͙̙̙͚̥͙͈́̽͒́͌̈͢͢͝͝l̦̰̳̮͖̣̪̆̌̂̈́̅̕̕͟ạ̧̡͍̩͚̜̋̽́̉̔̕͝e̢͕͂̅.̧̟̳̟̦̍̐̓͂͂͜͝ ̢̜͚̌̾̅ ͇̇I̙̦̹̾̐̾̍ͅṇ͂j̨̜̙͉͎͕̤͗̃̑͌͂͋͛̽͟͜͝u͓͖͐̋r̢̡̩̹͑̓̽͂i͍̤͇̠̓͐̍̐̕͟ĕ͔̦̟̠̇͗͡s̮̠͎̬͙̹̥̾̎͒̋̀͋̕͠ͅ ͓̲͔̱͈̜̤̘͌̋̎͌̽͋͂͘͟͞m̡̟̤̘̟̩͑̈́͒͂̿̍ị̰̮͇̔̂̓̃̕͜n̡͙̟̯͊̄̿͗o̖͔͊̓r͕̻̠̣͑̒̕͜͠͡,̗̱̗̥̝̏͆̒̈́̕ ̙̯͔̹̀͆͞ď͚̦̺͑̓ă̰̼͍̲̒͡͠m̩̮̊͘ä͙͙͉͍͔́̀̐̈́͗g̡̼̮͉̯̙̑͒̿̔͠e̢̨͖̭̮̤̦͓̩͐̾͊͐͂̈̌̚͝ ̳̜̠̐͠͝ṫ͕o̢̡̱̹̼̩͎̽̌̄̄͜͝͠ ̬͋t̢̯̝͕͇͎̓̾̇͆͒̀͜͞h̡͉͋͘ę͕͔̂̕͝ ̗͖̘̙̘͖̘̿͐́́͊̂ş̮̟̳̹͔͍̖̒̈̀̾͒̕͢͠͠h̩̮͎̺̺̮̦̔̒͗̈͛̐͠ḯ̢̨̤͙̜̰͓̭̍̋̽̈́̀͌͜͝͝p̠̗̫̹͙͓͇̬̳̭̾̊͐̂̈́̽͊ ̨̛̜̩̭͓̱̟̼̣̾̈́̓̏̋̈́͘w̦̭̥̤̬͋͂̔̉͋̇͋͟͟a̧̨̫̺͎̦̠̝͑̉̈́̈̏͗̏̿͞ͅs̞͉̎̚ ͓̞̠̲̻͑̈́̎̊̚͟e͓̙͑͞x̨̙̬̻̙̲̒̌̄̍̊̍t̲̗̻̘̄̄̿̏ȓ̞̲̣̂͑ę̲̟͇͉̖͕̫̒̉͂̈̈́̊̚͠m̭̖̫̣͇̾̊̇͂̓e͙̳̗͔͕̬̺̮̽̆͒̔̉͋͆̈.̡̫̼̝̐̾̈ ̻̝̃͞ ̡̿I ̡̨̙͙͛̊̒̽̓ͅf̤̬̹̞̯͔̭̙̅̄͒̈́͂̊̓́̈͟e̡̪̦̔̀́͘͟a̡̛̻̮͉̬̬̤͊͋̑̂̇͝r̨̲͉͉͐̅͒͞ w̧̞̺͖͍͖͍͙̩͌̌̒̏̓̓̈͝e̡̹̠͈̓̓̍̾’l̠͍̞̹̐̆̄͝l̫͎͍͛̒͑ ̝̬͕̝̄̈̈́͋̀̒̑̊͟͢ͅͅl̗̗̩̠̗̈́̂͞͠͞o̮͕̯̞̘̺̾͋͋͒͐͘s̡̬̫̕e̝͑ ̞͈̺͒͗̕C̞̟̘͙̝̊̅͛̒̓y̗̘̫͔͈͋͛̓̕͘͜͡b͇͖͎̱̥̰̣̫̈́͐̐̒̄̇̚͜e̠̙̹̭͙̞̦̹̎̒́̑̊̄̑͘͜r̺̋ẗ͓̼͖̙̖̙̙̲́̇̏̍͆̋͋̕͠ͅr͙͙̦̙̳̝̤͊͆̓̂͐͟͠͠ỏ̢̙̜̜̻̖͔̝͉̍̌͑̑̌͊̚͜n͎͐ ̟͖͇̞͕̳͒̋̃̅̌̚͢͟͝b̧͕͍̩̊̃̒̃e̫̺͍͛͒͝f̩̑ơ̧̛̝̣̺̻͎͕͌̅̍͋̕͢͡re̕͜ ̨̝͓͍̱̈̊͛͑̾w̢͈̤͇͔̫̤̙̖̽̀̅̐̅̋̋̈́͋ȩ̙̻̦̹͉͈̱͒͐̉̄̄̒́̐̕ͅ’̢̭̜̋̋͞v̨͓̺͕̆̂̆̀ě̲̣̜̄̈ ̢̱̼͉͓̥̖̣͛̀̐̉̔̉͑͡ͅȃ̧̡͍̜̙̖̜̤̗͊͊̉̊̈́̅̅̚͟b̨̨̳̲̼̟̥̩͆̉̂͗̇̇̑̕͟l̛͕̩͖̦̀̂̑e̡̬̩̪̱͓̅̈͑͂̚͡ ̢͕̯̎͌́ţ͕̰̯̣̮̱̉̓̂͌̇͒͗͟͠͝ͅơ̧̬͕̞̪̊͑̈́̕͢͟͠ ͙̙̭̟̖͉͚̪̲͂͐̓͋̈̄̆͑̄͒͟m͍̘̰̘̬̞̗͔̦̈͛̏̑͂̈̄̆͞â̳̙͡ḳ̩̰͉̙̋͑̄̇͂͘ͅē͢ ̭͈̍̑t̪̦̜͕̐̈̎͛h͎̬̜̯̊̈́̇͞e̥̙͙̭̘̪͐͒͑́̓͒͜͠ ̣̣̠̭̼̠̹̫͓̍̊͆͛̔̒̽̈͠n̘̆ê̫̙̲͛̃e̡̬̗̼͇̳̋̈́̇̉̂̌͞ͅd̡͕̰̺͈̤͉̾̒͌̇̽͗é̘̤̫̪͓̂̅̑͑͒͟ḍ̢͍͖͑̎̋͠ ̡̢̯̯̞̈͐̓̕͝ŕ̜ẹp̡̨͔̥̭̺̆̓̅͛̕͡ǟ̡̮̠̭͚̞̹̪͋̑͂̈͜͝͠i͓̪͛̌̇͢r̛͈̖͙̼̭͎̣̥̻̯̈́͗̌̀͑̎̉̋͘ś͖.̢̧̮͉͉̩̫̉̊̅̄͡͞͞
͇͍̽̋P̳͍̤̝̫͌̊̏̊͐͢͢͡r͉͕̫̩͓̰͍̩̹̀̊͐͒̐̆͐̿i̲͐͊͢m̙͔͘͘ú͈͔̣̣̙͚̓̅͒͗̽͟s̡͙̗̣̺̣̙͙͋̉̇͐̐̋̀̈́͘͢ ͎̜̿͆h͖͉̙̖̥̺͉͒̔͛̈̋͑e̡͚͇͗̐̈́̊́͟͝ͅͅl̰͒̏͟p̡̧̠̞̹̺̻͋̽͐̀̾̒̊̐̊̓͟͟ͅ ̲͎͕͊͗̋̿͢u̐͜s̖̯̱̼̻̼͕̈͒͋̐͊͛͐̕͟͢͠.̥̕
5th Month, 14th Day 20XX - 11:29 PM
From the Desk of Ultra Magnus, Second-in-Command of the Lost Light:
He is back. Megatron...came back.
5th Month, 15th Day 20XX, 11:01 PM
From the Personal Files of Megatron, Co-Captain of the Lost Light
I’m back aboard the Lost Light, though I doubt it will be for long. We’re returning to Cybertron, and it seems the crew has proven the Knights don’t exist.
I can hardly complain, after doing all that I’ve done in the Functionist Universe--being allowed to do anything of value, I am grateful that I have had this chance.
It seems that Terminus may have been responsible for my being left behind, the best any of us can figure. He’s no longer around to ask, but I believe in my spark that it was a misguided attempt to protect me.
For now, (and for however short a time it may be) I am happy to be home.
5th Month, 27th Day 20XX - 9:10 PM
From the Desk of Ultra Magnus, Second-in-Command of the Lost Light:
Prowl has given us one final day on board the Lost Light. When we return to Cybertron, Megatron will of course, face another trial.
I have already offered my services as Orator for the Defense.
5th Month, 28th Day 20XX, 6:41 PM
From the Personal Files of Megatron, Co-Captain of the Lost Light
It would seem that Perceptor, Brainstorm, and Nautica’s magic trick has worked. We’re in an entirely different universe.
Things are still settling down. We’ve gotten some new crew mates--it’s chaotic, but it’s...everyone is so happy. Relieved we can all stay together Considering the excitement, I think the party might last for the next quartex.
For once, I don’t think I’ll complain about the racket Rodimus is making.
7th Month, 13th Day 20XX - 9:28 PM
From the Desk of Ultra Magnus, Second-in-Command of the Lost Light:
Rodimus keeps trying to pull me into Swerve’s between shifts, when all I want to do is return to my habsuite and have some peace and quiet for a while.
He has accused me of avoiding Megatron, which is ridiculous. We have had the same bridge shifts multiple times! Obviously, we have not had time to have any sort of meetings, with everything still calming down after our jump into this universe, but I have not been avoiding him.
I will need to indulge him after my shift tomorrow, otherwise, knowing Rodimus I will never know a moment’s peace.
7th Month, 15th Day 20XX, 1:40 AM
From the Personal Files of Megatron, Co-Captain of the Lost Light
Minimus just showed up at my habsuite, over energized and uncharacteristically emotional. He was very upset and apologized fervently, though I’m afraid I couldn’t understand entirely why. I was able to calm him down--and he just...curled up next to me and closed his eyes--muttering something about being cold.
I carried him back to his room (thank Primus it is nearby), but as I was laying him down on his berth he kissed me, and professed his love to me before drifting off to sleep
I hope for his sake that he doesn’t remember these events when he comes out of recharge tomorrow. I fear it will only cause him embarrassment.
But, I would be lying if I said my spark didn’t ache to hear him say such things while sober.
7th Month, 15th Day 20XX - 8:15 AM
From the Desk of Minimus Ambus:
Frag Rodimus.
I woke up with terrible helm-ache, and can only conclude he slipped me a significant amount of high grade last night. I do not remember leaving Swerve’s, though clearly someone must have helped me home last night. I woke up under a heating tarp, with a cube of energon on the desk next to the bed.
I will ask Swerve who I left with yesterday. Thanking them is the least I can do.
(I had outlandish dreams in the night, no doubt caused by the high grade in my systems, though they were strangely pleasant.)
7th Month, 15th Day 20XX - 1:02 PM
From the Desk of Minimus Ambus:
Rather frustratingly, Swerve insists I left alone last night. As I am not the laughingstock of the ship, I have to assume that I was able to return home under my own power, or some sympathetic mech was incredibly discreet about the whole event.
I am never allowing Rodimus anywhere near my energon ever again. And when I finally catch up to him I will be giving him an audioful!
However... as much as it pains me to admit it, Rodimus was right about one thing. I have been avoiding Megatron. Our weekly debriefing is scheduled to resume today, I will apologize then.
7th Month, 15th Day 20XX - 11:56 PM
From the Personal Files of Megatron, Co-Captain of the Lost Light
Minimus does not appear to remember last night.
I got a somewhat more coherent version of the apology I believe he was trying to give before in our meeting today. Apparently, he has felt very guilty about his assumption that I had tried to escape. He also commented that he did believe I had actually changed during my time onboard the Lost Light and the time spent in the Functionist Universe. (A sentiment which carries an immense amount of weight coming from him.)
Nothing relating to the other matters. I tried to bring it up, but ultimately lost my nerve. Plenty of mecha become more prone to physical affection after some high grade, and clearly his systems were compromised. It would be unfair of me to assume anything more.
We’re having a work session tomorrow. I’m glad, I’ve missed them immensely--working alone in my office has felt rather empty since returning to the Lost Light. It will be good to get back into a schedule.
7th Month, 16th Day 20XX - 8:21 PM
From the Desk of Minimus Ambus, Second-in-Command of the Lost Light:
Working with Megatron today was very productive and, frankly, a bit of a relief. It feels like he was never gone at all. I apologized to him, for believing the worst and avoiding him since he got back. Mercifully, he accepted it with grace, saying that my interpretation was understandable given his past actions.
He… is right. Megatron has done may unspeakable things, but he has also changed dramatically in his time onboard the Lost Light. I feel that I should not have so easily discounted those changes when I made my initial judgement. I am reminded, again and again, just how steadfast a presence he has become.
I dreamed I kissed him. My mind keeps drifting back, remembering how contented I felt. Obviously, it would be selfish of me to pursue this line of thinking beyond this, but still...it was a pleasant dream.
7th Month, 17th Day 20XX, 4:58PM
From the Personal Files of Megatron, Co-Captain of the Lost Light
I finally caught up to Rodimus, I suspect he has been trying to avoid me and Minimus for the last couple of days. If he ever spikes another mech’s drink and I find out about it, I will put him on rivet duty for the entirety of the next vorn. I don’t care if he is my co-captain. It was unacceptable to make another mech inebriated against their will.
The aft didn’t even have the decency to look sorry. His smugness was plastered all over his faceplates. I can’t possibly fathom why? Putting Minimus in an emotional state where he was that upset hardly seems like something he should be happy about. (Aren’t they supposed to be friends?)
I am not sure I will ever understand Autobots. Even as I am one.
7th Month, 17th Day 20XX - 7:38 PM
From the Desk of Minimus Ambus, Second-in-Command of the Lost Light:
I cornered Rodimus after his bridge shift but it seems Megatron had already chastised him for the other night. I was confused, as I had not told Megatron about the mishap, but now I realize it is likely that he was the one that returned me to my habsuite. Mystery solved, I suppose.
A thought keeps nudging at my processor though. Why did Megatron not mention it to me yesterday?
Wait… was that kiss not a dream?
I should apologize. Immediately.
7th Month, 18th Day 20XX, 1:33 AM
From the Personal Files of Megatron, Co-Captain of the Lost Light
It would seem that Minimus remembered more of the other night then I had originally assumed, but had just chalked it up to being a dream.
He showed up to our work session rather preoccupied, before he finally blurted out an apology. I was so surprised I couldn’t think of anything to say for a good 60 seconds. He almost got up and left before I asked him to stay.
And then I told him the truth. That I’d thought of him so many times while I was in the Functionist Universe that I long lost count. How much I’d grown to admire his dedication to keeping everyone on the ship safe and a million other things besides. A million things I’d missed for the past 800 years.
When I’d finished, he seemed stunned and I was afraid that perhaps I should not have poured my spark out quite so thoroughly. But… no.
He’s asleep now, pressed up close to me. I feel at peace in a way I have been unable to feel since being left in the Functionalist universe. I hope… pray--that he feels the same in the morning.
7th Month, 18th Day 20XX, 7:55 PM
From the Desk of Minimus Ambus, Second-in-Command of the Lost Light:
Rodimus is so pleased with himself and has been entirely insufferable all day. He managed to walk past just as I was leaving Megatron’s room this morning, so he has been prodding me for more details all day. (And then continued well into Megatron’s own bridge shift.)
Needless to say, I did not tell him anything. I do not think either of us were even sure where we stood after last night.
Megatron has made it clear he will not press me for answers right now, offering me both time and space to think. I am surprised to find that I need neither. When he is off his shift in a few cycles, I will tell him of all my conflicted feelings for the past year, and also the great emptiness in my spark when I thought he had left.
This time when I tell him that I love him, he will know that I mean it with all my spark.
And after that? I believe that forever seems like a sufficient amount of time for us to figure this out for ourselves.