Mission, Possible?

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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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It may come as no surprise that Movor is the first to tramp into the room - if only because he's already been up and about for so long. He glances about as he comes in, placing every feature of the room, but pausing to give a nod to his commander and her current ally.

He comes to a smart halt as he joins them. If he went short on recharge the night before, it doesn't show-

And this might just be a surprise: Fallstreak isn't long behind him. The jet-former actually looks a little indefinably worn around the edges, though he's taking care to move with as much swift ease and absence of jitters as he can. He tosses off a salute as he manages in placing himself opposite all three of them. "Good morning, sirs."

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"Good morning, Fallstreak," says Optimus as she puts a hand on Movor's shoulder and hears Vector's rumble of greeting from beside her.

Then she looks up as a small voice murmurs from the ceiling, and winces slightly as a blast of technotrancemetal announces Lumen's approach. The old Autobot is singing along in German about death, destruction, and lollipops, for the enemy.

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Fallstreak gets a slight nod of his own from Movor, although he doesn't stop to wonder what to make of that. He's giving the lot of them a polite smile, and then glancing at the noise from the ceiling.

It takes Lumen's arrival to really get Movor's attention, though. His visor flickers at the blast of sound and also the content of it. Human music? Lollipops? German?

At least Fallstreak's too experienced with that sort of thing to stare quizzically the way the shuttle does. Even if the sudden noise makes his joints lock in place. "Hello, Lumen," he greets softly, looking over his shoulder with optics just grey of white.

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"Yo," says Lumen happily, the grin on his face suggesting that the old fighter isn't fully sober. "You all ready to kick bug butt?"

Then he glances toward the Primes as Vector clears his throat, the music snapping off as he nods respectfully. "Good morning, sirs."

"Have you seen Desinex, WakeJumper, or Chromia?" asks Optimus after she and Vector have returned his greeting.

"Not since I got up for a shower." Lumen looks around absently. "But they're not here, so there's a good chance they're up."

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"Had a busy night?" Fallstreak enquires, masking his tension with his mild smile as he follows the Autobot's gaze.

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"Yeah." Lumen eyes him good-naturedly. "You should've come. We were remembering recipes for drinks you light on fire before you drink 'em."

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"'n recipes f'r th' really fun drinks 's well..." Chromia says as she and Perceptor arrive. Aside from a very slight, almost unnoticable sway, Chromia seems to have fared well. Perceptor has his now customary cup of 'tea' all but finished as he looked around the room.

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"Shame I missed it," Fallstreak agrees, turning his smile their way. The flier doesn't mention what he was actually doing at the time. You could assume he was recharging. Trying to. "I used to know a few of those. Maybe I can dredge them out of my databanks later, if there's enough of us left to drink them."

He winks at Chromia, then tilts his head at the scientist. "Morning, Perceptor."

Movor, behind him, is silent as he watches and listens. Of course he has a few sensors tuned to his superiors, ever alert for any hint of an order. But for now he has time to observe these outsiders - Autobot and not - the way one might some curious specimens of wildlife.

Though if that's the comparison, his gaze would be that of a hunter.

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-And now I realize how few of us are left,- thinks Optimus to Vector as she nods to the last comers and studies them for signs of infirmity. -But there are still enough here for a good squad.-

"Chromia, do you know if Desinex is coming?"

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"Ah think so... Ah saw 'er gettin' some coffee earlier... 'n Wake's stockin' up on field supplies 'r 'e was th' last Ah saw 'a 'im..."

Speaking of, here comes the medic now. He doesn't seem too terribly inebriated, though the femme he's escorting has clearly had better mornings.

"Sorry we're late, Optimus, Vector Prime..."

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Fallstreak frowns, thrown by the alien term 'coffee' before he thinks it sounds vaguely familiar. Perhaps it's another human item he was introduced to in passing and forgot about.

He remembers himself in time to nod politely at the new arrivals, murmuring a low 'good morning' their way. Then he glances back at the officers, keeping track of them as he moves aside to make way for the newcomers.

And perhaps it's instinct that moves him to the side away from Movor. He's newly conscious of the shuttle-bot's unbroken stare, even though it's not directed at him. Said stare narrows, just a fraction, in the moment that Fallstreak watches him. He disapproves of poor timekeeping, apparently.

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Optimus gives Movor's shoulder a reassuring and possibly distracting squeeze as she watches him watch the others. Beside her, Vector is frowning slightly.

"Are you certain you are feeling capable of taking part in this exercise, Desinex?" inquires the ancient Time Guardian gravely.

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Desinex grumbles something more than likely impolite from behind her mug. WakeJumper facepalms and pings Vector Prime's comm with an apology for Desinex's behavior, while Chromia coughs to hide her snicker. Thankfully, Perceptor seems to have missed the possible obscenity, instead choosing to focus on the matter at hand.

"If I may inquire, what will the day's mission entail?"

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Fallstreak tilts his head at Desinex for a moment, looking slightly startled. He quickly perks up at Perceptor's question and turns towards the officers.

"Ah, yes, the mission," he says, in a voice that paints him as the picture of an attentive junior officer.