Date: 2010-05-18 08:58 pm (UTC)
There are two Decepticons at Optimus's back. One of them is wavering back into something like formation. The other is furious.

//He needs his processors fixed!// The shuttle yaws left, lasers glowing with heat. A threat. He's been patient with the outside Decepticon, but now the misclocked rookie has crossed a line. He's allowed their commander to be shot. And Movor will pound the lesson home later, but for now he needs some fear to help him focus.

//I'm sorry!// Fallstreak almost dances in mid-air, ready to dodge if the shuttle looses a shot up his nosecone. A bolt of acid flies past and scatters into mist.
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