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Who: Ultra Magnus & YOU
Where: Outskirts of LA
When: Day, Early March
What: Ultra Magnus makes an effort to observe the local life forms
Warnings: Nothing I can think of

Despite the feeling that he should attempt to contact Arcee immediately, protocol dictated that he first acquire a local alt mode and ensure the planet would be safe to use as an outpost.

Ultra Magnus had been quite lucky to come across a local vehicle he could scan which matched the size he required for his alt mode, part of a small convoy (possibly military in nature, judging from the uniforms and weaponry). Having spent quite a long time observing the rules of the road before attempting to use the transit systems himself, he had slowly made his way toward one of the larger hubs of civilizations. This was not the first organic planet he had come across in his travels, but it certainly had a particular look and feel he was unfamiliar with.

The downsides of a large alt mode, however, were the difficulty of navigating inner city streets, so he had found a clear concrete space which seemed to reserved for vehicle placement where he could continue to observe the local organic life. Maneuvering into the designated lined spaces (a very clear and uniform grid, this species obviously appreciated order) had been impossible however, and he had grudgingly settled to following the lead of other vehicles in the area and parked as evenly as possible across two of the spaces, facing the main road.

Despite all the effort, the blue assault vehicle sitting unmoving for hours in the city was anything but inconspicuous.

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She's decided that she wants to try driving.

There are enough humans in cars around her to have convinced her that this is a good idea, never mind that she's never tried it and definitely never mind that she doesn't have a car — she's going to try this. It will have to be a car worthy of her, though. Something... flashy, or attractive, or impressive.

When she spots Ultra Magnus's alt mode, she feels pretty confident that she's found it. It's not flashy and it's certainly not attractive, but it looks powerful, and that's appealing. So after a quick glance around, a woman in a sleek dress and clicking heels (stolen, all stolen) strides through the parking lot toward the vehicle, and begins to circle it thoughtfully. Maybe the door is unlocked. ...But where, exactly, is the door?

Ultra Magnus had been watching the approaching human, originally assuming she was harmless but as she began circling his alt mode he began to suspect that she may have seen through his disguise. He wasn't going to completely blow his cover yet, surely there was a way to dissuade to organic from paying too much attention.

"Excuse me. Please step away from the vehicle immediately."

She blinks at the command, looking a little surprised, and glances around. No one in sight. Usually an authoritative command like that comes with an equally authoritative presence, and if there isn't one... hmm. She edges a little nearer, setting a hand cautiously against the paneling at its side.

"Why?" She addresses, hesitantly, the vehicle itself. She has a hunch.

She would have had to be very sensitive to catch the nearly imperceptible flinch of the vehicle when she made contact. He certainly wasn't going to break cover because an organic was inquisitive, but he wasn't going to pretend to enjoy them touching his armor and getting their grim all over his plating.

"You are interrupting an official surveillance operation. Please return to your business."
An official Autobot operations at the very least. Magnus was banking on his alt mode's possible military association to instill some respect. Hopefully the creature wouldn't call his bluff.

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She feels it, because she'd been looking for it. The other car-creature hadn't much cared for being touched, either. She smiles, though there's a touch of annoyance to it. Is every car she takes an interest in going to be secretly alive?

She drops her hand, but she doesn't move back. "Official by whose orders?" she asks, sounding curious and not at all inclined to obey the request. "And just what are you surveying, anyway? There's nothing interesting here."

He was hoping the authoritarian tone would have had some impact, and the organic's insistence on questioning him only increases his irritation. He isn't fond of lying, but keeping cover is far more important. He doesn't realize that they may have come across Cybertronians in the past. There's really nothing he can do in this situation but expand on his bluff and hope it finally makes an impact.

"This is a classified military operation surveying suspicious activity in the area. Once again, please remove yourself from the premises."

"Mmmhmm." If she doesn't sound very impressed, a good portion of it is because the military jargon goes mostly over her head. Well, that and the general self-confidence. She steps away, but only to begin circling the vehicle. She heads for the front, trying to work out exactly where she should be addressing it... him, whatever.

"What's your name?"

There was no denying Ultra Magnus was on edge, simultaneously irritated and concerned. He had not planned on winding up in conversation with the one or anything on this bit of recon.

"That is none of your concern, nor am I obligated to answer."

She rolls her eyes. A gesture she's picked up from humans, but a useful one.

"If you answer me, I'll go away and leave you in peace." That's such a lie. She's interested enough by now to stick around no matter how unhappy it makes him.

She wasn't going to be able to lure him out that easily. She would just have to deal with the sullen and contemptuous silence.

She waits, patient, and finally sighs when she realize she won't be having an answer.

"Fine," she says airily. "Have it your way."

She shifts, carefully pulling off the high heels she's taken to wearing, studies him for a few seconds more, and then reaches to grab a handhold somewhere up near her head. She swings herself up with it, pausing to carefully find a foothold for first one foot, then the other. She'd normally be good at this, but this shape is still a little foreign to her. She moves with great care, but looks pretty determined to scale the vehicle.

As she started climbing the unfortunately convenient paneling on this alt mode, Ultra Magnus was doing his best not to break cover, but he was simply not used to organics clambering over him without any sort of provocation. This was undignified and unacceptable. There was a roar as he started his engine, his whole form jerking forward slightly to try and shake her off.

"Get off of there immediately! What exactly are you trying to accomplish here?"