honor is order

Ultra Magnus, Wrecker Commander of the Autobots, reporting for duty.

| #forgedwrecker


  • favourite TFP things - Wheeljack & Ultra Magnus’s relationship

"It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other, and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement." [x]


That is exactly the kind of hug I was talking about,sir.

Only,I am very small,like…Like a ladybug. And you,sir,are like a huge garden full of blooming roses,chrysanthemums,petuinas,and the like. 

But really,you are very tall and I am small,sir.

So if I did ever hug you somehow…I’d have to do it in a way so I wouldn’t end up turning into a pancake.


Ultra Magnus wasn’t a flower, nor a large group of them, and he had assumed that he was conversing with a human native. The analogy went a little over his helm.

However, he did understand what was being said; the human was small, while he was rather large in comparison.

| I see. Should the gesture ever be appropriate, proper accommodations will be made. |

(Source: forgedwrecker)


"I don’t disagree. But that fact of the matter is that you must accept it. Can’t you tell just by looking? It seems to be getting weaker," he replies, frowning towards the Matrix. "Like it or not, you are the next bearer of the Matrix, Ultra Magnus."

Ratchet shakes his helm and exvents, “Optimus held the Matrix inside of his chest cavity. You most likely have to do the same.”

Alarm sprang forward in his processors, and he tilted the Matrix just enough to see…. That Ratchet was right. The light inside the tiny chamber seemed to be fading. Despite the unease and fear that came with the idea of putting anything — especially a foreign object — so close to his lifeforce, the Comander knew— realized— that he had no other choice.

As ever and always, the needs of the many outweighed the anxieties of the one.

But, just to be certain, Ultra Magnus fixed his gaze on Ratchet and said, “Are you sure there is no other way?”

He knew what the medic’s answer would be. He knew that he would do what was required of him, even if he did not want it. He knew this, but he allowed himself one small moment of hesitation, a nanoklik to say ‘no’, before duty and honor proclaimed he do what must be done.


Fowler sighed, trapping the phone between his should and ear as he used one hand to pinch the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to ward off a headache and used the other hand to shuffle through the substantial mountain of paperwork on his desk.

"Well, at least I caught someone with an inclination for procedure. Ultra Magnus, I have higher-ups breathing down my neck and threatening all sorts of unpleasant political fury upon me if I can’t explain away some of the things happening. What was that thing? Whose side is it on? And, most importantly, will it be making another go-around in my city?"

He sighed and slumped back in his chair, dropping his handful of papers back onto the desk with a flick of his wrist. “Is that why Optimus isn’t answering?”

Ultra Magnus considered each question posed carefully, noting the casual use of language — that for which Agent Fowler was well known — and the special agent’s tone, which was far less hostile than in his previous message. The Autobot Commander would go so far as to say it was breaching on conversational, rather than demanding.

{{ Agent Fowler. The creature that extricated Wrecker-class Wheeljack from an earth highway is known as a Predacon. The particulars of its creation are classified, but it is an ally to both the Decepticons and the Autobots. An attempt will be made to ensure that such an event will never happen again. }}

His optics squeezed shut once, then opened again. {{ Yes. However, your comms for Optimus should have been redirected to me. My apologies that they were not. }} He would be sure to leave a note for Soundwave, or perhaps Orion, to direct pressing matters intended for Optimus’ comm-line to Ultra Magnus’, instead.

{ ooc }

((Bet it’s in the Tyrest Accord xD))

if the tyrest accord existed in TFp

heck yeah


Wheeljack might have snapped a quick picture of that for his own uses.

What those uses were, the world may never know.


I want copies of this in triplicate.

| All photography of myself or another of the team, whether distributed or kept for personal reasons, is prohibited; a more detailed version of this regulation exists within the Autobot code. |


Not…Not the candy,sir. Like…Um…The- The verb…Sir,do you know what the verb - to hug - is?

| I am aware. |

(Source: forgedwrecker)


…This went better than expected.

I guess I don’t have anything to worry about. 

But really,please ready yourself for a bunch of hugs,sir.

Why would someone give him these?


Wheeljack might have snapped a quick picture of that for his own uses.

What those uses were, the world may never know.

rr3b3ll sent: I cannot believe I am doing this. But,um,sir...? You should really prepare yourself for a package of hugs,as well as a teal flower crown...

| Noted. |


…It just makes me very…Um….Nervous…

His apologies. Though Ultra Magnus understood that his presence could be intimidating, he often was not mindful of its effects on others.