588/Untouchable

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Untouchable
Date of Scene: 16 September 2018
Location: Prowl's Office
Synopsis: Hot Rod reluctantly reliquishes information on Phantom's whereabouts to Prowl.
Cast of Characters: Prowl, Hot Rod, Hyperdrive


Prowl has posed:
    Hot Rod has unexpectedly been summoned to Prowl's office this cycle, which may create a sense of dread for the young Autobot, given the last time he interacted with the second-in-command, it hadn't exactly gone very well. He might expect a lecture, or additional punishment, or something. But only one way to find out. Prowl is sitting at his workstation, waiting for Hot Rod to inevitably be late.

Hot Rod has posed:
Or... just not show up at all. Let's just say the former Nyonian rebel has been feeling particularly audacious lately due to the fact that he successfully went on a secret mission with the illustrious Autobot leader. Now, they didn't quite get the results Hot Rod was looking for, but they found /something/, at least. As if that weren't already enough to blow up the young flameo's ego, the fact that he'd managed to clock the sub commander without getting any brig time has got him feeling pretty untouchable.

Now, he didn't plan on going to Prowl's office, but there's happy hour at Maccadams tonight and in order to exit the Decagon, he has to pass by it. Ordinarily he would have taken the route he usually does (the one that involves taking the stairs instead of the elevator and avoids the hallway in front Prowl's office altogether), but today, the stairs are closed for cleaning and maintenance.

Initially, he'd just barreled past the sign, but a breem later he's chased out of the stairwell by the cantankerous janitorial drones. "Frag!" he mutters, as he's forced to take the elevator. Well, he'll just have to hope the door to Prowl's office is closed and try to sneak past...

However, the red and yellow mech isn't going to have much luck. Stealth isn't exactly his strong point, plus there's an unexpectedly tall pile of data pads right outside Prowl's office. To try and sneak past them without knocking them over will require being highly delicate and pre-mediated precision.

Naturally, he fails. His elbow knocks a pile of data pads and they all come crashing down very noisily.

Prowl has posed:
    Prowl doesn't actually get up and drag Hot Rod into his office, or anything, even when the datapads come tumbling down. Instead, there is a...bulkier cadet standing in front of the door, staring down at Hot Rod. Seriously, this guy must be the size of Brawl. "Hey, you Hot Rod?" he asks in a gruff voice, ignoring the pile of datapads. "The one who punched our chief strategist in the face, in fronna -everyone-?" There's a slight chuckle. "You're supposed 'ta be in the brig, ya know that? But the boss wants 'ta see ya, so you'd better get in there, 'fore I make ya. And then put ya in the brig anyway."

    Oh, he definitely looks -smug-. He's definitely feeling very privileged right now, for a cadet getting the job of knocking a rebel graduate back in line. Simply because he has the build for it. So Hot Rod certainly isn't the only one feeling on top of the world at the moment.

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod stares in disbelief at the data pads surrounding Prowl's office. Did Prowl set these up, to humiliate him?? "Dammit!!" He points a finger at cadet, scowling. "You're just a.. a punk! I don't need to listen to you. Whatever Prowl needs to tell me... Optimus can -- can just relay himself! I'm going to find Prime!" He brushes past the cadet and rounds the corner, but doesn't go beyond that. Pressing himself against the wall, he tries to regain his composure. "/Slag/..." he mutters, looking around while clenching and unclenching his fists.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive has been slinking around himself. He's got to figure where he wants to be...who he wants to be. His graduation is soon. So he needs to figure what he's going to be doing or possibly wants to do. He'd seen HOt Rod walking ahead of him. He was going to perhaps stop and talk to him when he's snagged by the bigger grumpier cadet. A frown appears on his face and he slinks forward, trying to figure what's going on.

Prowl has posed:
    "Maybe." The mech says. "But I'm a punk with -orders- 'ta make you follow -your- orders." He grabs Hot Rod's arm and starts wrestling him back toward Prowl's office. "It ain't fair that you can get away with scrap like whatcha did at that briefing and no one else can. So you'd better take your punishment like a -real- mech."

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod sees Hyperdrive, and surprisingly, looks incredibly relieved to see the smaller mech. "<Hyperdrive! I need a favor. Distract this guy, and then come back here. I need you watch this conversation between myself and Prowl. I am /not/ about to get into another situation where it's his word against mine. Make sure you're not seen, okay? Great, thanks>"

He then wrestles himself free of the cadet, annoyed. "Okay, okay I'm going! Primus..." He scowls, and heads towards Prowl's office, casting Hyperdrive a fleeting glance.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns, a bit confused as to how exactly he's supposed to divert the mech. He backs up and then starts to run at full speed, "COMINTHROUGH!" skidding purposely so that he hits the nearby trashcan, and makes a bit to try and get to his feet and go darting down around the corner.

Prowl has posed:
    "Good, I'm glad you're at least -somewhat- smart!" The cadet laughs, patting Hot Rod on the back probably a bit too hard. Then Hyperdrive comes barreling through. "Hey! Watchit!" Though he manages not to get hit by anyone or by any falling objects.

    Prowl watches at Hot Rod finally enters. "Hot Rod. It's about time you showed up. I was just about to assign you more munitions cataloguing on top of what you were already given for that embarrassing fiasco at the briefing."

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod's optics narrow, and he folds his arms, eying the sub-commander resentfully. "Alright, cut the slag. What the hell do you want?" His gaze briefly wanders to the hallway outside when Hyperdrive makes a commotion. "<Okay, hurry up and get back here. I hate that gut feeling I'm getting right now, that he might wrangle me into some other manipulative ploy>" Hot Rod radios Hyperdrive.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive comes back after a bit, realizing that the mech didn't follow. But he does have a reason to come hang around the door. "I'm so sorry....I had ta get a document around the corner before the deadline and I had 1 breem left.... Let me clean up my mess sir." He bends down to start cleaning up the trash he spread around the outside of prowl's office but he's also spending time trying to listen for HOt Rod.

Prowl has posed:
    The other cadet just shakes his head. "No need ta call me 'sir', I'm not superior 't ya in any way." He replies, shaking his head. Then he gets down and starts helping Hyperdrive clean up the mess. "What your name?" he asks.

    Prowl does cut to the chase, at least. "I understand that you were searching for Phantom." he answers, bringing out a datapad to show him what he'd reported to Optimus. "Have you been successful? Report."

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod's optics go wide. What?! Optimus showed it to Prowl?! He can't believe it.. but why wouldn't Optimus show it to him? Optimus trusts Prowl, after all.

But.. it was supposed to be their secret - and now he's getting in trouble for it.

"I didn't send that," he blurts out immediately, without thinking. "I don't know what you're talking about. He's probably dead."

He backs up pushing the door open a crack. "<Dammit, Hyperdrive! Are you hearing this?>"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive smiles at the other cadet who bends down to help. "Name's Hyperdrive...Thanks fer helpin me s....umm....thanks fer helpin me." He makes his pile of stuff and puts it down next to the trashcan. He picks up the trashcan and begins looking it over makings sure there's no dent or scuff mark first. Hyper then pts it carefully back upright and begins filling it. <<I'm tryin to Hot Rod. All I can do is try my best.>>

Prowl has posed:
    "Help Hot Rod?" The other cadet laughs, then lowers his voice a little bit. "Ya know how ya can help him, is tell 'im he should learn to respect his superior officers every once 'n a while." he chuckles as they finish cleaning up the mess. "Then maybe he might even get himself promoted, eh?"

    Prowl sighs when Hot Rod splutters and stumbles over his own words. "Of course you did, it has your signature on it. I don't need to remind you that Phantom is a danger to us all. He was responsible for Simanzi, and we -can't- let anything like that happen again. We may have been lucky this time, but next time we may not be. "Now, tell me what you know."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins, "Well actually fer helpin me clean up this. As fer helpin Hot Rod...I've BEEN Tellin him ta try and listen and respect others. Slag, I wasn't even here a week and he kicks my door in cause I was hangin with Swivel and he didn't consider me good enough. Swivel is worried sick over him at times. And he doesn't listen ta me. I'm not high enough on the cool mech radar."

Hot Rod has posed:
"It could have been forged."

Hot Rod frowns.

There's a long pause, and the former Nyonian rebel stares at the report, looking pensive. Optimus already knew that he was looking for Phantom, and that he would continue to look for Phantom. And even if he decided right now that from now on to keep Optimus out of whatever excursions he made from now on, Optimus would eventually ask why, or at the very least, how it was going. Not only this, but deep down, Hot Rod knows that he would never be able to lie to Prime, or even in good conscience knowingly withhold information from him. But he now knows that from now on, whatever Prime knows, Prowl was going to know too. And if he were here right now, he would tell Hot Rod to give Prowl the pictures and scans he took.

Hot Rod feels betrayed, but at this point resisting Prowl's orders is useless. "The pictures and scans we took are in my private file directory. Look it up, and the password is nyonforever. Everything you want to know about what we did there should be there," he says finally. He then turns and walks out of Prowls office, scowling. "Hyperdrive. You up for a drink?" he says to the almost grad.

Prowl has posed:
    "Good." Prowl taps away at his workstation, navigating to the directory and entering the credentials Hot Rod gave. "So you saw him at the Crucible site again? Interesting." Since that -was- where everyone else last saw him, too.

    "I'm glad you've learned something. Now, I've assigned you two megacycles of munitions cataloguing in the Armory for that stunt you pulled earlier. You're off active duty until they're finished and logged. Should give you plenty of time to think about your actions."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks at Hot Rod when he comes out. "If that's what you want ta do....I don't wanna keep ya from the stuff you need ta do." He smiles faintly and looks to see what hot ROd's plans are.