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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Perceptor is silent for a few moments, before he nods, "I believe I would be able to do so."

"Does the AI need protecting?" Movor enquires blandly. He doesn't think it makes much difference either way whether the Autobot scientist comes or not - his function won't do much good on the battlefield, after all. Still, he thinks the arrangement slightly curious.

Fallstreak shrugs cheerfully at him and the group in general. "Well, there's a solution that suits everybody. Though I'll be sorry not to have you at my back," he adds, giving Perceptor a sidelong smile and a wink.

"It is not T-AI that I'm concerned for," says Vector dryly as the sprinkler shoots to life with a hiss.

The sprinklers get a variety of reactions from Chromia, WakeJumper, Desinex, and Perceptor.

Perceptor, for his part, startles badly and seeks shelter under one of the nearby tables, while WakeJumper looks up at the sprinklers and tells T-AI to save it for later. Desinex flinches, cursing and trying not to inadvertantly injure Chromia, who is shaking her head and trying not to laugh.

Movor merely snaps his gaze upward as the sprinklers activate, unmoved by the spray of water from above. What, like he was trying to tease the computer?

Well, he wasn't consciously. Much.

He glances at Fallstreak, pulling himself out of a defensive crouch and trying to pretend nothing happened, and then around at the others, clocking their reactions. Perhaps he should thank T-AI for the surprise litmus test...

"That's NOT me," comes the acrid and aggrieved voice of the AI. "Tell that slagging runt to get her scummy little fingers out of MY circuitry."

"Kimchee," says Vector. "That is enough. You are going to damage the room. Now come out of there."

"Oh... Sorry for jumping to conclusions, T-AI." WakeJumper picks up where he left off on self-inventory while waiting for the signal to go.

Desinex's visor flashes momentarily, before she's distracted by Chromia showing her something that has the potential to make a big boom.

Perceptor cautiously peeks out from under the table, looking very sheepish.

Fallstreak leans against the table, twisting his head to give Perceptor a sympathetic sidelong smile as he offers the scientist a hand up. It distracts him from the fact that his reaction wasn't much better.

Then he looks up at the officers. "Is there time for a trip to the repair bay before we go? I'd like to pick up some supplies."

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