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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Movor regards the image - and the others' reactions - in contemplative silence. The flier across from him leans towards the image curiously. (It's quite pretty, in an alien sort of way. Actually, it reminds him of certain other bots in the room, but perhaps he shouldn't say that.) "And is there anything particularly dangerous about them?"

Well, he can see the teeth and - yes, claws, very good. But how tough is organic shell against Decepticon weaponry, and how strong are those claws?

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"These smaller flying units are able to spew an acid which is more than capable of eating through Transformer armor," says Vector. "These larger ones here have plasma cannons. These scythes are capable of removing parts of one's person. The whole swarm is directed by a single mind, and none of them have any sense of self preservation. You will be regarded solely as something to consume, or failing that, destroy. And they are highly efficient in mobbing techniques. Also, the largest units possess enough physical strength to rend a slighter Transformer limb from limb."

He continues, detailing the strengths and weaknesses of the armor on the various different varieties as seen in the image. It seems that most are quite susceptible to the weaponry sported by the larger bots in the room, but the largest units must be hit in a weak spot while avoiding their grasp and firepower.

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Desinex's expression, which wasn't exactly 'friendly' or 'warm' to begin with, has slowly darkened as the descriptions of the enemy continued. It's not long before she's starting to pace around, tapping her claws against her arms in irritation.

"So we're basically going into what could turn into a suicide mission?"

WakeJumper's expression is grim, even as Chromia checks over her weapons. Perceptor also seems quite concerned.

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"Can you think of anyone better?" Fallstreak points out with a smile. He's trying - really trying - to broadcast 'energetic and keen' instead of 'rampantly unstable'. As a result he wavers quietly between the two, never quite sure which he's being at the moment. "Anyway, I like an enemy that doesn't watch its back."

Movor looks at Optimus, mind slotting the information into place and moving on to what tactics she plans to employ. "So the cannon fodder rolls in first, cannon in back, and the mob tries to pin us down for the big ones? What's the ground like where we're going?"

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"Suicide nothing," says Lumen, grinning very slightly as he rummages through one of his storage compartments and counts the contents.

"Farmland," says Optimus to Movor. "Flat for the most part, but with the remains of wooden buildings and trees in some places. And farm machinery, some of which is large enough to provide cover."

Then she looks at Desinex. "It could, but I think that's unlikely. Everyone who'll be going out there today knows what they're doing, right?"

For some reason her optics have gone to Fallstreak with that last word.

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Desinex scowls a bit, before nodding and moving closer to Lumen to see what kind of goodies he's got on hand.

Chromia nods, before checking her own storage compartments and her weaponry, while also offering reassurances to Perceptor, who looks a tidge uncomfortable.

WakeJumper frowns, "In the event someone gets injured... What do I need to know about what we're going against to repair the injured?"

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"Hmm." Movor nods slightly, trying to recall what he knows of farmland. He's encountered it before, and the cover sounds relatively sparse. Especially if the enemy's going to be spewing acid...

Fallstreak pulls himself a little straighter and folds his hands behind his back, optics wide and innocent as he nods. He's not sure why Optimus is looking at him, but he intends to relieve whatever her doubts may be. "We certainly will by the end of this briefing, won't we sir?" he murmurs.

He can't help his optics flicking to the other bots by her side. Her gaze seems to have drawn the shuttle's attention to him, which is further cause to be unnerved...

Oh, and that's a good question from Wakejumper. He has no trouble listening for that answer. How would you not listen to what types of injuries might lie in store?

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"If you're badly damaged I want you teleporting out of there and to the med lab," says Optimus promptly, even as she nods absently to Fallstreak. "T-AI will help you. The plasma is fairly standard, the acid will need to be neutralized as quickly as possible with a strong base. WakeJumper, how much battlefield experience do you have?"

"Napalm grenade?" Lumen offers his alternate aunt.

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"That depends... Direct combat... I've had my share of that... hard not to with the team I used to be a part of... But in more recent times... I've been more the medic than actually fighting..." WakeJumper frowns a bit at having to admit that.

Desinex's grin is far from what anyone would likely call 'sane' as she accepts the grenade from Lumen.

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Movor's gaze might flick around the room at mention of the silent but assuredly-present AI.

"Oh, we have a warp gate?" Fallstreak perks up. That's a luxury he can use.

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"I meant battlefield medical experience," Optimus explains to WakeJumper.

"Personal teleportation units," says Vector Prime, offering one of the little devices to Fallstreak. "They are keyed in to the repair lab's coordinates, and may be directly wired into your systems, if you like."

Lumen just grins right back and offers her another one. And another, and....

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"Oh... Not much... Closest I've come was when I responded to an SOS from Showtime..." WakeJumper trails off, looking over at Desinex for a moment. Whether the former Decepticon has heard him or not is debatable, as she's more preoccupied with storing bombs in subspace.

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Fallstreak's momentarily stuck trying to listen to Vector Prime and Wakejumper's conversation with Optimus at the same time. The former wins out for now, and he holds the device he's given up to inspect it, nodding. "Sure, that'll be easy. I'll just hook it in to my warp transponder when I've got the time. Save on effort."

That's what he says out loud. Privately he's impressed that they're being issued with this kind of technology already. It's probably necessary just to get around in these... parts... but anyway. He looks back at the others in time to catch that possibly-meaningful look from Wakejumper to Desinex. Hhm. Might be a story there.

Beside Optimus, Movor's listening quietly again, particularly to the questions his commander asks as she formulates a plan. He looks a little confused by the parallel conversations though, visor flickering as he looks between members of the group, including Perceptor and Chromia to see what they're doing. Is this behaviour pattern normal for others?