Needs a vacation from his 'vacation'
[Wedensday- Afternoon]
*Ultra Magnus was beginning to think he'd thoroughly fragged off the Universe because he'd been tied to the desk of his recently appointed office sitting in a chair that was just downright uncomfortable for a mech of his stature.*
*Too damned stubborn to complain however, the stupid fool had made the brilliant decision to just deal with it which inevitably lead to spasms from overly taught tensor cables in his back.*
*Groaning to himself the semi rubbed at his optics and did his best to stretch out his strained back only to pull up short as his tanks gave a rather irritated grumble.*
*He had to shake his head at his own folly. After vorns of skating the edge of starvation, running on empty tanks was second nature to him. And now that he was here on Earth with a seemingly endless supply of energon resources, here he was running on empty once more.*
*Deciding was as good a time as any to take a break, he climbed to his feet and winced as metal scraped jarring across his aft when he scooted out of the blasted chair.*
Fraggit...
*Venting a disgusted sigh, Magnus left his office and made his way through the still unfamiliar halls of the Ark towards the commissary for a much needed ration of energon. Finding himself reluctant to return so quickly to the uncomfortable chair or the datapads Prowl had foisted onto him, Magnus found a properly sized chair at one of the tables and settled in with stifled groan of relief.*
*Ultra Magnus was beginning to think he'd thoroughly fragged off the Universe because he'd been tied to the desk of his recently appointed office sitting in a chair that was just downright uncomfortable for a mech of his stature.*
*Too damned stubborn to complain however, the stupid fool had made the brilliant decision to just deal with it which inevitably lead to spasms from overly taught tensor cables in his back.*
*Groaning to himself the semi rubbed at his optics and did his best to stretch out his strained back only to pull up short as his tanks gave a rather irritated grumble.*
*He had to shake his head at his own folly. After vorns of skating the edge of starvation, running on empty tanks was second nature to him. And now that he was here on Earth with a seemingly endless supply of energon resources, here he was running on empty once more.*
*Deciding was as good a time as any to take a break, he climbed to his feet and winced as metal scraped jarring across his aft when he scooted out of the blasted chair.*
Fraggit...
*Venting a disgusted sigh, Magnus left his office and made his way through the still unfamiliar halls of the Ark towards the commissary for a much needed ration of energon. Finding himself reluctant to return so quickly to the uncomfortable chair or the datapads Prowl had foisted onto him, Magnus found a properly sized chair at one of the tables and settled in with stifled groan of relief.*