Transformers Mansion

Needless to say, Movor wastes no time in responding to the summons. He strides in smartly, glancing at Jetfire but reserving his attention first for Optimus. "Sir."

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Optimus and Vector return Jetfire's greeting, and then the female Prime has to hastily remove her fingers from the sensitive plating on her older brother's side as Movor addresses her.

"At ease, Movor," she tells him gently, smiling.

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Desinex made her way down to the mess hall, partially to see what was going on, and partially to get some energon to start the day off properly. She nodded briefly at Optimus Prima, as well as Vector Prime, before getting herself a mug of energon.

((Will wait till WJ's thread with Lumen is done before bringing him in))

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The shuttle-bot glanced at Movor warily, but remained silent. They were all part of the same team now it seemed.

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"Dumbdumb," says somebody behind the energon dispensers.

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"Whoah! What the *&(#$^&*?!" Desinex jumped back, spilling some of her energon in the process, before she recognized the source. "Oh...Hey Kimchee..."

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The tiny femme creeps to the edge of the counter on all four, and then hangs over it, holding on with wings as well as hands and feet. "Sloppy doppy, made a mess."

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Movor gives a slight nod, though from the total lack of change in his posture it's obvious that he doesn't really do 'at ease'. If he even remembers how.

"I'm still assessing the base layout," he reports, frowning as he thinks of what he's found. "But you might be able to get more information from the AI about security systems."

His peripheral sensors are on the other shuttle-bot while he's talking. He's deathly curious about the newcomer, one of several he's missed while he's been busy mapping the mansion. It's just that making his report comes first.

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Optimus nods as Movor reports, her hand going to the smaller mech's shoulder as her yellow optics focus on the young shuttle-bot's face. She can see him peeking at Jetfire, so to speak.

"No doubt I could."

-Along with a lot of flack. I wonder who programmed her, anyway?- she adds to herself with amusement.

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And here comes Lumen, smiling, confident... pausing to admire a nice femme....

...And then gaping as he realizes he's looking at the resident Optimus.

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Jetfire glanced around as some more new faces entered until a flash of red caught his attention as an all-too familiar seeker slipped into the room.

The seeker suddenly found himself looking down the barrel of a plasma blaster, and glanced up, narrowing his optics as he saw the weapon's owner.

"YOU"

"An Autobot?"

Metal clashed against metal as Starscream whipped out his sword and smashed it against the gun, then staggered backwards when Jetfire's fist crashed into the side of his face. Old habits die hard after all.

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And here are the Primes, stepping in and attempting to pull the pair apart.

"Stop this at once!" commands Vector sternly. "This is neutral ground, and the two of you are teammates!"

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"Whoah!" WakeJumper hadn't been paying attention to where he was going, and had suddenly found himself face to face with a potential battle. "If you two fraggers slag each other, you can carry your own sorry afts to the medbay!" Apparently, WakeJumper wasn't a morning-type...at least, not till he got some energon into his systems...

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Desinex scowls a bit, eyeing the blue mech, before offering her opinion. "You act like you've never seen a femme before. Quit staring."

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"Mornin', Jetfire, Optimus, Vector Prime," Chromia greets the 'bots she knows the names of, before going to get herself some energon.

Perceptor makes his way into the room a short time later, having stayed up late into the night, studying and arranging the contents of the desk drawers on his side of the quarters.

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"Gladly" Starscream muttered, slipping his sword away and stalking off, he couldn't believe one of those he had considering an ally lashed out like that.

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Movor's hot on the Primes' heels, though as it turns out his only function is to stay at Optimus's side and stare at the fighting pair with sharp disapproval for the lack of discipline, ready to enforce the word of his commander.

The skirmish is done with almost before it begins, though, so he relaxes and backs up, content that the newcomers are heeding their orders. Which leaves him free to study them from behind his expressionless mask and wonder at what just happened. He assumes Optimus is waiting for everyone to assemble before the introductions get underway. In the meantime, he's going to take a good, long look at what Vector Prime likes to call his 'teammates'.

Now that's a designation that Movor's going to withhold judgement on.

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Fallstreak slinks into the hall, scanning the scene quickly to get an idea of what's going on. He can't remember right now if he's late or not. His systems have finally started to slow down over the last day or two, but he can't shake the sense of unreality about all this. He can't quite bring himself to think about the situation, either. But he's tried. He's had time, during all those failed attempts to catch some recharge.

He's walking in a daze, and and his Decepticon instincts know exactly how unhealthy that is. Survival's no longer necessary, but it's a habit he's going to cling to. So he nods polite acknowledgment at the Primes, and his hitherto-nameless allies, and goes to make friends with whoever controls the energon dispensers.

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He blinks, then looks at her with wry affection in his blue optics. "I've seen plenty of femmes. But none of them went by 'Optimus'."

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"At ease, WakeJumper." Optimus looks after Starscream with a head shake, then glanced at Movor to see how he's reacting to this and goes to talk to Jetfire.

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Optimus speaks to the morning-groggy and crabby medic, then glances at Movor before going to speak to Jetfire.

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She may not control them, but Kimchee's certainly sitting on the first one, folded in her wings and glaring like a tiny gargoyle.

"Dumbdumb," she tells him. "Oppy gloppy grodey gross goop."

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"Well, hello again." Fallstreak stops, optics narrowing a little as they focus on her. He remembers that speech pattern, all right. It's the clearest view he's had of that little scraplet... and her appearance looks about as weird as her behaviour is.

"Goop?" he echoes, his voice mild enough. He takes his optics off her long enough to look around to see what she's talking about. "Where?"

She can't mean him. He was careful to check before he came down that his disarray didn't extend to his shell. Double-checked, even.

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