[Everything was happening so quickly. One moment, he was facing down a Decepticon army supported by none other than the Decepticon Justice Division themselves. The odds were stacked overwhelmingly against them. He had been given an upgrade. He shared a group hug (such public displays of affection were against protocol but these were extenuating circumstances) with what remained of his crew before certain doom.]
[Then, all of a sudden here he was, emerging from the Ingress, confused, disoriented, and seeing no signs of the small band he had been stranded with thanks to a treacherous mutiny.]
[As soon as he stabilized himself, Magnus opens a channel on all frequencies.]
Attention to all those who can receive this beacon. I am Ultra Magnus, formerly Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord, current Second-In-Command of the Lost Light. If you can hear me, please respond! Rodimus? Megatron? Can anyone hear me?
[If you happen to see him, you might be noting that he is sporting one hell of an upgrade. He's like a building with guns now.]
-Medbay-
[First thing's first, he should check out the medbay. He has no idea how much time has passed since the fight on the Necrobot's planet and arriving here on the Moira. He takes note of the way the ship seems to be conserving power and resources, a move that he applauds. Clearly, this ship has an experienced captain at the helm. He reaches the medbay and wanders in, ducking low since his intimidating size makes it difficult to navigate tighter quarters.]
Hello, is anyone here? I'd like to speak to the chief medical officer about any possible Cybertronians that might have passed through recently.
-Reestablishing Order-
[Magnus, for one, approves of these apparently new methods of conserving resources. As he gets his bearings around the ship, he takes it upon himself to stop anyone that might be continuously abusing any non-renewable resources. Are you currently leaving your door open while playing loud music, watching TV with the sound turned up, and drying your hair at the max setting on your hair dryer? Expect a giant head to be poking in and promptly asking you to knock that shit off. Are you littering? Citizen, you better believe a giant foot is coming down in front of you, refusing you passage until you pick up your trash. Magnus has been given the job of bailiff and probation officer, and you bet your aft he's going to start issuing citations the second he's sorted himself.]
I may be new here, but it would certainly be in your best interests to desist in what you're doing. Let's all follow the rules now. We're guests aboard this ship, so we should be gracious to our hosts.
Ultra Magnus | Transformers MTMTE (IDW) | OTA
[Everything was happening so quickly. One moment, he was facing down a Decepticon army supported by none other than the Decepticon Justice Division themselves. The odds were stacked overwhelmingly against them. He had been given an upgrade. He shared a group hug (such public displays of affection were against protocol but these were extenuating circumstances) with what remained of his crew before certain doom.]
[Then, all of a sudden here he was, emerging from the Ingress, confused, disoriented, and seeing no signs of the small band he had been stranded with thanks to a treacherous mutiny.]
[As soon as he stabilized himself, Magnus opens a channel on all frequencies.]
Attention to all those who can receive this beacon. I am Ultra Magnus, formerly Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord, current Second-In-Command of the Lost Light. If you can hear me, please respond! Rodimus? Megatron? Can anyone hear me?
[If you happen to see him, you might be noting that he is sporting one hell of an upgrade. He's like a building with guns now.]
-Medbay-
[First thing's first, he should check out the medbay. He has no idea how much time has passed since the fight on the Necrobot's planet and arriving here on the Moira. He takes note of the way the ship seems to be conserving power and resources, a move that he applauds. Clearly, this ship has an experienced captain at the helm. He reaches the medbay and wanders in, ducking low since his intimidating size makes it difficult to navigate tighter quarters.]
Hello, is anyone here? I'd like to speak to the chief medical officer about any possible Cybertronians that might have passed through recently.
-Reestablishing Order-
[Magnus, for one, approves of these apparently new methods of conserving resources. As he gets his bearings around the ship, he takes it upon himself to stop anyone that might be continuously abusing any non-renewable resources. Are you currently leaving your door open while playing loud music, watching TV with the sound turned up, and drying your hair at the max setting on your hair dryer? Expect a giant head to be poking in and promptly asking you to knock that shit off. Are you littering? Citizen, you better believe a giant foot is coming down in front of you, refusing you passage until you pick up your trash. Magnus has been given the job of bailiff and probation officer, and you bet your aft he's going to start issuing citations the second he's sorted himself.]
I may be new here, but it would certainly be in your best interests to desist in what you're doing. Let's all follow the rules now. We're guests aboard this ship, so we should be gracious to our hosts.