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The minibot rolls over and stretches, holding it for several moments before flopping back down on the berth. “I need to stop staying up so late...” She mumbled sleepily. A glance at her datapad quickly brought a smile back to her face. “Worth it.” ((Art by @vaporwareknight !))

*starts backing up sloooowly once @Fintau_Guide lifts his weapon, not wanting to get caught anywhere nearby if things get bad*

@Hottie_Copter@Ya_Dig_Man *FROWNS LOUDLY* *srsly dats creepy flambert stahp*

*steadily backing closer to the roof access, because woah she does not want to be here*

*hesitantly reaches out a servo and taps @Fintau_Guide on the shoulder* Excuse me...I-I don't think Jazz was done t-talking to you...

*quickly gathers her datapads and hurries to the specified location for the meeting, sending a ping with her supervisor's authorization*

*darts into the meeting room and stumbles to a stop just short of crashing into the last bot in before her*

*quickly composes herself and salutes Sentinel Magnus* S-sorry I'm late, s-sir! I...ah...g-got a bit lost...

*bites back another squeak as she sliiiides down in her seat slightly with an embarrassed flutter of her auditory arrays-

*-bunching her shoulders up to hide the growing warmth in her faceplates. Awesome representation of the communications division, right here*

*would very much like to melt into the floor, yes please*

*hesitates for a moment before standing and stretching up to be seen over the edge of the table* Sentinel Magnus Ah...y-yes, sir.

*climbs back into her seat and vents a quiet sigh of relief. Thank the Allspark that was over.*

*stares wide-opticed at Kup, because holy SCRAP he just talked to the MAGNUS like that, AND got away with it!*

*glances around the room at the members of her assigned team, sliding down in her seat a little as they land on their soon-to-be leader*

*quickly leaves the room and waits outside the door for their newly assigned CO, datapads clutched to her chest as she stares at the floor*

*The little bot stepped away from her new CO and cycled a deep vent, clasping her servos to keep them from fidgeting as she made her way-

*across the meeting room to the sub-commander. She reset her vocalizer with a click, as she addressed the Prime.* E-excuse me. Rodimus Prime?

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