After reading too much workaholic Prowl, I drabbled my objection.
Title Spare Time
Character Prowl
Summary Even Prowl needs some downtime.
No incoming communications? Check.
Supplies recently restocked, and no propositions to weigh patched through? Check and check.
No Decepticon incursions for at least a decacycle? Glorious check.
Prowl sat down at his desk and pulled out a datapad. He leaned back in his chair, and stretched his legs out in front of him. He keyed a few commands into the console, and earth music poured through the speakers; synthetic bleeps and beeps that they called 'techno'. He pulled a cube of energon from his subspace and sipped at the corner, relishing the flavor.
Cube in hand he quietly read the Earth newsfeed Wheeljack had scanned onto the datapad. Electronic beats vibrating his plating, he could almost believe that he was home.