No Such Thing As Impossible

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Prowl returns to his office at the Decagon after the proceedings, expecting Wheeljack to already be there, given the speed at which he raced off. Unless that is, the engineer got distracted by something which is not all that unlikely, either...
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Nope, Wheeljack is there in his office. In fact, the engineer is down on his hands and knees, inspecting the floor with some sort of laser measuring device aiming it's beams at the two opposite walls. "I wonder if Prowl knows his office is 10 microns smaller than Magnus' is... Then again Ultra Magnus is a bigger guy..." But the distracted part, yep, definatelly.

Okay, distracted, yes, but he still did get there first. Prowl enters as Wheeljack is examining the size of his office. "That is correct, Ultra Magnus is certainly larger than I am. Therefore he requires more space in order to be comfortable." he replies as he shuts the door behind him. He moves behind the desk and sits down. "Now if I could have your undivided attention."

Wheeljack jumps to his feet at the voice behind him. "I didn't do anything! Nobody saw me d--Oh, hi Prowl." The engineer holds up the measuring device. "Did you know your office--" Which Prowl flatly explains. "Oh what was I processing, of course you would." He tucks the device away in whatever spot he hides his tools. Luminators flicker erratically a moment, but it passes quickly as he thumps down in a chair. "Before you ask, that Quickswitch mech is fine. -Physically-. Something in his head module, though, that's more Ratchet or Chromedome's department."

Yes of course Prowl already knew that, anyway. He dismisses the topic, nodding when the subject is changed to Quickswitch. "Yes, I imagine you were hoping for some clarification in that regard."

He brings up some medical records for Quickswitch on the workstation at his desk, getting right down to business.

"Quickswitch is very...emotionally unstable. But as I said, what he needs is focus. He needs one of his multiple personality components to become dominant over the others. As you might have noticed, different aspects of his mind are associated with his various forms. It will take time, but the first step is to get him to favor one form over the others. Particularly his aerial interceptor form. There will be two sides to this: The first part I will be handling, specifically by sending him on a series of aerial recon missions and patrols. The second is where you come in. Install a mod to his T-cog that will physically make it easier or more enjoyable for him to use or convert to that particular form in comparison to the others."

Wheeljack leans forward a bit from his seat to peer at the medical readout. Mainly because Prowl's has clearance to a few things that weren't in the general records he pulled up when he was going over Quickswitch earlier.

Of course Prowl would want more interest in the airframe. Anti-Decepticon thinking right there. That would be the most strategic logic, after all.

"Hnnn." Wheeljack rubbed his chin plate with one hand. "It's duable, but it's going to take some time to design that sort of modification. Transformation cogs are tricky business. Triplechangers more so, and this mech has double that. On the other hand," Wheeljack pulls out his own digital notepad, clicking it a few times with a fingertip, "you're on the right track. It should be easier to encourage a specific state than to discourage others. Though since he has more than one mode capable of flight, it's not going to be a fixed line of preference."

"I know, but I want you to focus on the jet form. That is not only the most strategic form for us at the moment, but it is also the one associated with a more...determined nature." Prowl replies. Well it's actually more 'merciless'. But he's not going to say that in front of Wheeljack, of course.

"I already said it will take time." Really Wheeljack stop repeating what's already been said and is already obvious. Of -course- encouraging one form is easier than having to discourage others. Because then he might complain of pain for discomfort which might lead to Ratchet or First Aid or some other medic investigating and then reporting to Prime or someone else who wasn't supposed to know about this. "But surely it's not impossible is it? At least not for you."

Because Prowl, you may be smart but your exposition skills leave a lot to be desired. Wheeljack is just picking up some of that slack! ... Even if it's just the two of them present. There's something about thinking aloud to yourself makes things clearer, too. Maybe. Or it's just because Wheeljack is that odd. Because he is.

The engineer waggles a digit at Prowl. "There's no such thing as impossible, just varying degress of improbability." A few vague gestures follow, as if indicating some sort of scale. "This is pretty far out there, that's why it's going to take time. Idealy we can get him interested in his flight capable modes, and then narrow the factors down from there. He's also likely to cope better if he starts to realize for himself that the interceptor is more practical than, say, giant floating cannon of destruction."

Wheeljack returns to his previous thoughtful posture as he sits back again. "Though that would be interesting to see, giant space cannon duel between him and Shockwave..."

"-No-." Prowl says firmly when Wheeljack seems to be interested in the -other- flight mode. "As much as some of us may want to deny it, we are at -war-. We don't have time to toy around for the pure sake of curiosity. We need Quickswitch to be at his best, we need his mindset to be one of unquestioning determination. Understood?"

"Contrary to what you may think from my eccentricities Prowl I am well aware of the state of affairs." Wheeljack isn't ignorant of what some of his colleagues think of his ways. He just chooses to ignore it most of the time. "Okay, so I did diverge on the gun thing for a moment there... But what I'm saying is that while it's possible, you can't just shove a new piece into the guy and instantly make it work. Especially with the state of mind he's typically in, or it could be made worse instead of better."

Wheeljack holds up his hands. "Yeah, I know, it's weird," then taps fingers to his chestplate, "ME of all scientists talking about not rushing in. But I'm reckless, not -insane-."

Prowl nods. "I couldn't agree more. Quickswitch's psychological state is rather fragile. We need to approach this situation with caution and patience. That said, I do expect you to keep me updated on your progress."

He stands up. "Speaking of which, let's check up on him, shall we?" he starts to move toward the door.

Well that went better than a lot of Bots expect a meeting with Prowl to go. "Of course, sir." Because saying it that way makes it sound all the more official. Don't get use to it, Wheeljack doesn't get 'official' more often than necessary. "There's a bit of culture shock in catching up with the time he's been in stasis, but he didn't seem to be too bad off... considering... y'know... for him..." That just trails off into a shrug as Wheeljack gets up to follow Prowl out