Speedeagle watches the exchange quietly. Her systems are not functioning properly because of the recent drain to them. Still, even she knows how wrong this is; they are all tired, extremely so. This spat is completely un-necessary especially given who the arguing individuals are. So it seems that this must be dealt with before all else and Mirage doesn't seem to be in a position to help, in fact he seems to be enjoying the show. Speedeagle's innate knowledge of her comrades says that neither Jazz nor Prowl will simply give up on the current argument. Great, just great, they'll be here all night.
She accesses the team comm. link and digs through the connection, avoiding detection as she tries to gain access to a particular strand of coding that's based off of Jazz's end. For whatever reason, he doesn't notice until she turns the programming on them, that may be due to Prowl though, he has a way of distracting Jazz that no one else does. This prompts them all, Mirage included, to start powering down for recharge. Mirage accepts the change with little complaint, opting to get settled before he just collapses on the spot. Jazz resists at first, but once he realizes who's directing the program he has hooked up to the comm. decides to follow Mirage's lead. After all, they get sent out in the field far more often than she does, they're used to letting her keep watch after missions so they can recharge in peace.
The programming itself is one way Jazz and Mirage can stop one of Speedeagle fits if they want by making her power down to recharge. It is a difficult coding to fight when the recipient isn't thinking straight but surprise and the amount of people trying are important factors in catching the victim off guard. Speedeagle had been on the receiving end enough to know exactly how it works. For some bots all they ever do is think straight, such as the only one still resisting. Speedeagle turns her gaze on Prowl who continues to fight the protocol. She cocks her helm to one side as she regards him.
:: Sleep Prowl…I will keep guard. ::
"Your systems are not functioning properly and you can barely speak over a comm. line let alone aloud. There is-"
:: My sensors…recover more quickly, than my speech. You will be safe. I trust you, now…trust me and sleep. ::
Prowl visibly pauses while he considers his options but he finally seems to agree and gives Speedeagle a short nod. "Fine, I trust you, so I'll recharge. I still don't quite understand why you three included me on your comm. line." Speedeagle exvents and settles down by the door, expanding her sensors to detect intruders. Once that's done she slowly focuses her processor on clear speech.
:: Jazz trusts you. Mirage trusts you. We Ops often fight for our lives…sometimes we forget we don't always have too. ::
"So you need someone to help ground you all but how does that relate to giving me access to this comm. line. There are multiple strands of programs and protocols attached to this that are illegal for anybot besides Medics to have. How did all of you get your servos on them? Never mind, that will surely give me a processor ache."
Speedeagle makes an exasperated sound as best she can with her vocals not functioning properly.
:: They are useful sometimes. Like just a few moments ago. Usually they're the ones using it on me. I can't tell you exactly why we gave you access. That is something only Jazz can do. You've been awake long enough, please recharge. ::
Prowl gives into his recharge protocols and Speedeagle watches him a few moments more to be sure he falls into recharge. Her processor is functioning a bit better now; the ease of talking on the comm. line is proof of that. The sensors in her wings are almost back up to their normal operating levels and her optics and sense of smell are also coming back. Most everything will be fine by the morning when they set off for Praxus, with the exception of actually talking.
Speedeagle gets to her pedes and stretches. Her processor wanders as it often does and she wonders how Drift will react to Prowl. As Jazz told Prowl, she understands people; an assassin is more effective the more they understand their target. Drift won't be pleased with this mission at all, for many reasons; Jazz getting emotionally involved, letting his attraction affect the team's performance, Speedeagle being foolish enough to let herself get captured. She can almost hear the lecture Drift will surely give them. Drift will let Prowl go to Tactical alright, he is a mech of his word after all but he might also make sure Prowl is shipped off elsewhere so he won't be a distraction.
That wouldn't bode well for the team; Jazz wouldn't be able to focus at all and that would in turn affect Speedeagle and Mirage. Yes, they can operate individually but they rely on each other for morale support and strength more than is common for anyone in their division. Speedeagle lets out a sub-vocal growl that almost wakes the others before she manages to control herself enough to stop. She lies back down and decides on the spot that Head of Spec Ops or not Drift is not going to lay a finger on Prowl or send him away for that matter.
It is, after all, far too easy to picture how out of sorts Speedeagle herself would be if Drift ever broke up their three, no four, mech team. She casts a quick glance around the room to make sure everyone is still present and accounted for, though her sensors hadn't picked up any movement from anyone at all. Her gaze lingers on Mirage and she lets a slight sigh before resting her helm on her forelegs. Just let Drift try and break the four of them up; Jazz needs someone to keep him in line, Prowl would soon become a Decepticon target for disrupting their operation in Praxus, and if Drift dared to move Mirage well…that would be the end of her sanity all right. A slight smile forms on her face as she imagines tearing the Head of Ops to shreds if that ever happened.