old_mansion_bots_stuff | Mission, Possible?

Vector Prime stands next to Optimus, his hand on his younger sister's shoulder as he glances around the rec room in search of signs of the party that occurred here the night before. He wonders slightly how that party will be affecting the battle to come. Of Lumen's ability to fight even when overcharged he has no doubts, but the two femmes and the medic who'd been involved.... Well, he's seen so many versions of the three that he isn't quite sure what to expect from them.

-They'll probably be fine.- Optimus' optics flash with laughter as she takes advantage of his offline status to communicate with him privately. -I've never seen a Chromia yet who couldn't hold her charge. And she and Lumen will stand by the other two.-

-As you say,- he replies softly, smiling. -Though I would have still wished for more sober troops for such a serious assignment, I know that we have exactly the troop that Primus feels is most appropriate.-

"Right." Optimus gives him a grin, then turns toward the door as they sense the first arrival's approach.

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"Well, if need be, I do have sedative tabs in storage. I don't like having to use them if I can avoid it, but if they're needed..." WakeJumper shrugs a bit.

"So we're going when the not-so-dynamic duo and Lumen get back?" Desinex tips her head back slightly, light glinting off of her visor as she watches the leaders of the group.

Wakejumper has Movor's attention at that. Mention of new possibilities and all. "He's only going to be at base," he observes, tilting his head. "You think he'll need medication for that?"

"Isn't a regular tab too strong for Kimchee's systems?" asks Optimus, her browplates drawing together in a frown even as she nods to Desinex.

"That is the plan," agrees Vector gravely, addressing the dark blue femme.

WakeJumper nods before answering Optimus' question, "I meant for Perceptor... and anyone else in his size category or larger who might need 'em.... I bet if I looked though, I could probably find something of a proper dosage for Kimchee..."

"Good. I'm getting tired of standing around." Desinex crosses her arms over her chest, tapping her claws against her armor idly.

Movor's opinion of medicating Autobots into submission is mercifully kept to his own processor. It would only cause trouble. Thankfully no-one could claim he needs tranqs of any kind - Kimchee and that jet, on the other hand...

But no mentioning it. Don't want to give the enemy ideas. He nods in Desinex's direction, vaguely agreeing with the sentiment if not the source. It'll be good to actually test the mettle - and the metal - of the bots they have to work with.

That is, when Fallstreak returns from his rummaging. Fortunately for the impatient, it won't be long before that happens...

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