Prompt 5: Scenario: getting detailed.
Optimus stared forlornly at the datapads. He had never hated paperwork as much as he did now. Sure, it had been annoying, and frustrating, and time consuming, but... now?
His new Second in Command, a Praxian designated "Prowl", had an attention to detail that was positively insdane. He listed everything in his reports. Every minor detail, every little thing, whether it mattered or not.
Perhaps it mattered to him, tactician as he was, but... couldn't he condense things a little? Did the Prime really need to know the exact shade of the paint of the mech who had attempted to assassinate him the orn before? He had been black. Just black. That was all that mattered, if it mattered at all. He didn't need to know the exact number of the color chip he was painted, or the fact that the silver lining on the edges of his dorsal and chassis plates was the same color as Jazz.
He didn't need to know that the blade that had been heading for his spark was exactly seven decimeters, three centimeters, and four millimeters long. He just needed to know that it had been a knife.
Or did he? Did he even really have to know that? All he needed to know, in his opinion, was that an assassination attempt had been made and stopped.
Grumbling, he commed his second.
::Prowl?::
::Yessir?::
::Please come to my office.::
::I will be there momentarily, sir.::
The comm link closed, and the Prime rubbed his nasal ridge between thumb and index finger. A quarter breem later, the Praxian came through his door after politely pinging for entrance.
"Prowl, I need you to do something for me."
"Yes, sir?"
"Please, please stop being so detailed in your reports!"