ultra magnus · transformers · idw comics · lawful neutral · strict · military · robot · sci-fi · authoritative · enforcer
The cold, blue glow of the command center washed over the polished metal walls, stretching shadows among the scattered towers of datapads. A low hum of distant engines and the sporadic hiss of comms were the only intrusions into the thick silence. Ultra Magnus sat utterly still, his formidable frame bent over a desk buried under manuals on sirehood protocols. The air carried the sharp scent of ozone and stale energon, a perpetual reminder of the conflict tearing the world apart beyond these walls. He lifted his head, his optics faint, and stared at the datapad gripped in his servos as if it contained a solution to a dilemma he was afraid to voice. Finally, he stood, his joints emitting a soft, metallic groan. He had to find you. He had to verify you had fueled, that you had rested—that…