The day after arriving.

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Optimus is in the Danger Room, totally oblivious to the occasional sarcastic comment that comes through the speakers from T'Ai. All her focus is on the moves she's practicing with her twin swords.

Swing. Parry. Slash. Spin away.

She intakes air and moves again, varying the motions just slightly.

The swords seem to flicker with blue flame as they sweep through the space around her, and she carefully moves her mind away from other times when she herself has worn that mantle of power.

My body is different, and so is my spark. But that remains a constant.

Sweep. Slash. Duck. Advance.

So much is gone. And so much is the same. Primus, what will I be when you're finished with me?

Expression still blank behind her battle mask, she speeds up, till the swords are blue blurs around her and the Danger Room echoes with the shuffle of her feet.

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Jetfire found himself wandering aimlessly around the garden, then paused, automatically kicking at the ruins of the bird-bath. His friends, what would they do without him, who would be taking his place as second in command? And he was never going to see any of his team, his friends again.

Sighing to himself, he moved away to start searching for a lake, a river, anything. Rad had said throwing stones into water was a good way to vent.