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{{I'm just not feeling the Prowl... So. I'm going to leave the account around and see if I ever want to come back to him later.}}

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He huffed slightly, leaning back in his chair. "Fine. But work goes on as per usual. Where are you anyway? I hope you're not at a club, you know how bad those places can be."

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“Wow, you nearly sounded serious then.” He sounded distracted, tapping a digit on his desk. “Look, why don’t you come to the office? I think I’ve got a job we could go take a look at. Alright?”

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"He'll be gone in a moment. He's just scanning for later." Prowl looked down at the Data-pads he had, checking all of them were in order before the elevator doors opened again and he stepped out. The medic stayed in the elevator, having finished. "I'll need you to join me to my office Stardust. I'll need to check your records for you to file a formal report on the situation."

Stardust spotted formalities and tables

He walked through the portal, his pedes clicking against the shiny floor of the Senate Hall as he looked over his Data-pads. “Could someone get this femme a medic and help her to my office?” He said as he walked past the center desk at a steady pace and into a glass-backed elevator, waiting for Stardust and a medic to follow. One came out as instructed, a nurse, who scanned Stardust as they walked. “We’ll have you fixed up in no time. Don’t you worry.”

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Prowl didn't get it. His face turned from that of boredom to absolute confusion. "Just like old times? And when did you jump on a ship and leave Cybertron? You never told me you were taking a holiday. You know you've got to ask before taking time off work."

+ mnemo-needles Started Flipping Tables

“Wow, you nearly sounded serious then.” He sounded distracted, tapping a digit on his desk. “Look, why don’t you come to the office? I think I’ve got a job we could go take a look at. Alright?”

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"Wow, you nearly sounded serious then." He sounded distracted, tapping a digit on his desk. "Look, why don't you come to the office? I think I've got a job we could go take a look at. Alright?"

+ mnemo-needles Started Flipping Tables

He let out a loud vent, obviously audible over the comm, and lent back in his chair. “Why are you requesting a comm-line? Is this some sort of lame Joke you’ve devised? Because, frankly, I’m not amused.” and he certainly didn’t sound it either. “If you’ve got something to say to me, just say it. You know you’ve already got my comm-number.”

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“Is it an actual evidence or just junk like the last fifty pieces you picked up?”

“Fifty-three pieces.”

“Whatever.”

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He walked through the portal, his pedes clicking against the shiny floor of the Senate Hall as he looked over his Data-pads. "Could someone get this femme a medic and help her to my office?" He said as he walked past the center desk at a steady pace and into a glass-backed elevator, waiting for Stardust and a medic to follow. One came out as instructed, a nurse, who scanned Stardust as they walked. "We'll have you fixed up in no time. Don't you worry."

Stardust spotted formalities and tables

He simply looked at Stardust with curiosity and an unbelieving look, retrieving his data-pads. “Small being with no facial features?” He repeated and sighed quietly, opening the command pad on his wrist and requesting a bridge. One opened beside them. “Well, you can file a formal report. I’m sure a medic will be able to repair you. Come along.” He said, heading for the portal leading to the main lobby of his workplace.

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Whaaat? Why would I want to do that? I /like/ the things in my processor! Oooooh, is that en optic twitch I see? Are you irritated yet? How about now? How about now? Irritated enough to flip a table?

"I don't see your reasoning in persisting Skywarp. I don't even see your reason in being here. I have work to do."

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He simply looked at Stardust with curiosity and an unbelieving look, retrieving his data-pads. "Small being with no facial features?" He repeated and sighed quietly, opening the command pad on his wrist and requesting a bridge. One opened beside them. "Well, you can file a formal report. I'm sure a medic will be able to repair you. Come along." He said, heading for the portal leading to the main lobby of his workplace.

Stardust spotted formalities and tables

He remained formal, only assisting if need be. “At least you’re not part of the uprising.” The next statement confused him, but he didn’t let it show, removing his servos from Stardust’s shoulders. “A Grey-face? I haven’t heard of such a species. I can only deduce you’re not telling me the truth or you’re suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress.” He sure did know how to lay down the law. When his designation was requested, he straightened slightly, “Prowl, Official Enforcer of the Cybertronain Authority and Detective.”

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He let out a loud vent, obviously audible over the comm, and lent back in his chair. "Why are you requesting a comm-line? Is this some sort of lame Joke you've devised? Because, frankly, I'm not amused." and he certainly didn't sound it either. "If you've got something to say to me, just say it. You know you've already got my comm-number."

+ mnemo-needles Started Flipping Tables

Prowl vented heavily at the comm-request, straitening up at his desk and opening the line. “Hello this is Prowl, Ho-.” He was stopped shot of taking a sip of his energon and talking to the new request by the name. He knew that name. “Chromedome…”

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He remained formal, only assisting if need be. "At least you're not part of the uprising." The next statement confused him, but he didn't let it show, removing his servos from Stardust's shoulders. "A Grey-face? I haven't heard of such a species. I can only deduce you're not telling me the truth or you're suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress." He sure did know how to lay down the law. When his designation was requested, he straightened slightly, "Prowl, Official Enforcer of the Cybertronain Authority and Detective."

Stardust spotted formalities and tables

“Well Stardust, you’ve certainly gotten yourself into a predicament ” He walked towards her, putting the Data-pads on the ground near-by but far enough away prying optics couldn’t see their contents. He held Stardust’s shoulders and kept her upright, no smile on his face. Only professionalism. “What is your faction and what or who did this to you? I’m a Law Enforcer of the Cybertronian Authority. I can bring these crimes to justice.”

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"Well Stardust, you've certainly gotten yourself into a predicament " He walked towards her, putting the Data-pads on the ground near-by but far enough away prying optics couldn't see their contents. He held Stardust's shoulders and kept her upright, no smile on his face. Only professionalism. "What is your faction and what or who did this to you? I'm a Law Enforcer of the Cybertronian Authority. I can bring these crimes to justice."

Stardust spotted formalities and tables

Prowl had only just noticed he wasn’t in the hallway to his office, still holding the data-pads full of reports, and had stopped dead in the new location. With absolutely no clue where he was. The voice made him turn on his heels, looking at the obviously injured femme before him. “I think I should rather say the same thing. What’s your designation and where am I.” He said, suspiciously eyeing the strange femme.

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Hey. 'Sup. I hear you flip tables, but only when you're angry. 'Reckon I could get you angry enough to flip a table? Could I, Could I, Could I~?

"....Skywarp. Where ever you heard those rumors  I suggest you erase them from your processor immediately."

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Prowl vented heavily at the comm-request, straitening up at his desk and opening the line. "Hello this is Prowl, Ho-." He was stopped shot of taking a sip of his energon and talking to the new request by the name. He knew that name. "Chromedome..."

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Prowl had only just noticed he wasn't in the hallway to his office, still holding the data-pads full of reports, and had stopped dead in the new location. With absolutely no clue where he was. The voice made him turn on his heels, looking at the obviously injured femme before him. "I think I should rather say the same thing. What's your designation and where am I." He said, suspiciously eyeing the strange femme.

Stardust spotted formalities and tables

*the small femme had finally managed to sit up. Unable to lean back she hunches over hiding the tears that had spilled from her optics from the mech she had spotted. she was already wounded physically she refused to lose pride as well* “C-can I be of assistance?”