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"Ship."
"Megatron." Ah. There it was. The questioning of his authority, for the umpteenth time of the orn. Not one moment where his presence elicited the scorn of both ship, captain, and crew.
"Send these status reports to Ultra Magnus."
"Please." So that's the way the Lost Light wanted to do things. At least she didn't try to trap in his room again. Or help Whirl in throwing him through the airlock.
Megatron only sighed. His patience was running thin and already there was pain starting behind his eyes. It was going to be a long shift, and the Lost Light wasn't going to make it easy. "Please."
"Alright, I'll send these to Ultra Magnus. Anything else, Megatron?" The Lost Light did not hide the bitter, mocking tone she used. Would no doubt continue as long as he remained in the crew.
"Send for a mechanic. One of the sprinklers was leaking this morning."
At the mention of the leaking sprinkler, they came on suddenly. "They seem to work just fine," she planned it then, the hint of amusement in her voice being the indicator, "but I'll send a request to Magnus for another inspection."
He stayed quiet. The water from the sprinklers cold. This ship would be the death of him. If her captain or her crew didn't throttle him first and get him killed. Primus help him.