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Ultra Magnus was strict. Extremely so. Always rigidly adhering to rules, reciting protocols when someone, Wheeljack, had to bend them. And just overall being a stick in the mud. Optimus did give advice on how to change his leadership style, since he felt that it is not working. It was, and it was even clashing with how Team Prime was usually led.
He tried really hard. More than 100%, like usual. He went above and beyond with everything. If he trained, he’d train himself harder than last time. It’s a thing for him. But this? It’s difficult, but he is trying his hardest. Which was greatly appreciated by everyone else… except Wheeljack, who was harder to please. Miko wasn’t too far behind either, but if he changed her mind, he may be able to change Wheeljack’s.
But at the moment, it is becoming increasingly difficult to keep his progress going when Miko is blasting her Thrash Metal. He hates the extremely loud sounds, the aggressive and disorganized music, and the screaming vocals Miko uses to sing that specific genre. While rock and metal music isn’t his forte, he lets others listen to what they like. As long as it doesn’t cause a big disruption.
He did explain that to Optimus in hopes that Miko could play the horrendously loud music at a quieter volume. That was not the case. Miko was able to, somehow, convince Optimus that Thrash Metal is supposed to be loud because of some miscommunication or misunderstanding that happened between them.
He turned off his audio receptors because the music was getting too loud, causing his audio receptors to ring. Which was a bad thing when his name was being called, because he couldn’t hear it. Even when he asked himself for Miko to turn down the volume, she didn’t because one, she didn’t hear him, and two, because she can’t read lips so she misunderstood him, thinking he wants her to turn it off completely.
He’s about to ask her just that if she continues to play it really loud. He hates just how disrupting it sounds to him at such a volume. While most rock and metal genres he dislikes, he hates Thrash Metal.
Fed up with Miko and his patience thinning by the second, he left to help haul the energon they were able to collect. Crossing over through the groundbridge, trailer attached, an item he quite likes, he is off. The mine is specifically in the country of Germany. Part of him likes it. The scenery is nice, calming. However, rest knows better than to focus on how his surroundings look.
While driving on autopilot, somehow his radio was turned on. He doesn’t know why, but hoping to clear out the loud melody of Thrash Metal lingering in his processor, he turned on his audio receptors and the music was… different. It was similar to Miko’s choice of music but calmer.
Curious, he listened. It wasn’t in any language he recognized. He did a quick search and found that it’s German. The native language of the country he was in. Interesting. He looked at the band name. Rammstein.
He was curious about what specific genre of music it is, because while it sounds like Miko’s Thrash Metal, it didn’t sound the same, and it was much more listenable than Miko’s choice of music.