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robot satan ([personal profile] robotsatan) wrote2014-12-12 01:29 pm

APPLICATION

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OOC INFO
Name: Aviva
Contact: vacantvisionary on tumblr, plurk, and skype
Other characters: none... yet

IC INFO
Name: Minimus Ambus, AKA Ultra Magnus
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers. Please avoid mentioning this, or treating it as incongruous in any way. If possible, have your character already know this, and not think it's strange in any way whatsoever. 
Canon/Continuity: IDW
Reference: here u go
Canon Point: The beginning of MTMTE 38, shortly after the universe stops.
Personality: Ultra Magnus believes in order. Order, and efficiency, and logic, and honesty, and sensible behavior, and - things that are predictable. Things that make sense. She must be a fixed point, unchangeable and unswayable. And she's very good at it. The problem is that she doesn't like it as much as she wants to. Minimus Ambus is a person with desires, and flaws, and needs, but she's locked herself away under the legacy of Ultra Magnus. Fortunately, she's finally been coming out of that shell.
Sample: 

"The abridged code."
Tailgate stares up at her, unblinking but still visibly nervous.
"The abridged Autobot code."
Perhaps blinking mechanisms had simply not been popular when Tailgate had been constructed, six million years ago?
"The abridged version. Of the complete and comprehensive Autobot code. Of military law, and ethical behavior."
Ultra Magnus wouldn't know. She had been forged without the ability to blink.
"That is what you want me to teach you?"
Nor had she ever regretted the lack. The law could never blink, even in the face of the most unthinkable treachery.
Tailgate nods, slowly, not breaking eye contact.
Ultra Magnus, sitting at her desk, hands clasped in front of her mouth, sighs. "I am deeply disappointed in you, Tailgate. I had thought you, of all people, a paragon of ancient Cybertronian skill and bravery and virtue, would understand." The choking, unnameable feeling that has been sitting at the base of her spark for months rises up to fill her body - all three of her bodies, in fact, each fitting perfectly inside the next - and she suddenly finds herself unable to sit still.
Ultra Magnus pushes herself to her feet, too quickly, her hands clanging loudly against her desk and nearly causing Tailgate to leap out of her seat. She begins to pace, hands clasped behind her back with a force that would dent any lesser bot's chassis. "The Autobot code - the full Autobot code - is the heart and soul of our movement, our cause. It has stood unchanging and unyielding throughout our race's four million years of war. It is the last bastion of honor, and goodness, and order, against the rising tide of hatred. A tide that threatened, again and again, to sweep away the distinctions between Autobot and Decepticon, to leave us simply a pair of bickering amoral factions more interested in victory than our ideals. Its precise intricacies are crucial, for they leave no room for doubt, no room to bend, only the imperative to stand tall against... against..."
Ultra Magnus turns back to Tailgate, who is still staring up at her with a look of -- what? Is it respect, or fear? Ultra Magnus wonders for a moment if there's even a difference, then mentally shakes herself for even thinking such a thing, and then realizes, abruptly, that she's lost her train of thought.
She turns away, gesturing towards the door. "It's your decision, of course. So go ahead. There are two hundred and twenty nine other Autobots on this ship. I'm sure that one of them will be more than happy to teach you our abridged moral code." She waits, staring at the back wall of her office, until she hears the click of the door closing behind Tailgate. She continues to stare for a while, her gaze fixed on a completely unremarkable point in space. And then, very slowly, she raises a massive hand to her face, and covers her unblinking eyes.
Edited 2015-03-12 05:20 (UTC)
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