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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-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.