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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[dens-extra-pups.livejournal.com]

Desinex's grin is far from what anyone in their right mind would call 'sane' as she approaches Lumen and holds her hands out to see what he's come up with. Chromia's not far behind her, though her expression has a lot less 'insanity' mixed into it.

[fallen-flakes.livejournal.com]

Silent stayed Movor still
‘Waiting his master’s will
Watching as stray by stray
Each bot joined their place.
His not to make reply,
His not the reason why,
His but to fight, and fly-
Faced with his false brigade
The shuttle stood fast.

Madness to the right of him
Madness to the left of him
Madness in front of him
Chattered and cackled.
Torn by his spark’s demands,
Charging an alien land,
He ‘waited the first command.
Bold at his captain’s side
The shuttle stood fast.

Fallstreak at last returned
Smiling away concern-
Though one might wonder.
Each in their place was set,
Read’ly their orders met,
That they might stand fast!

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"Alright," says Optimus as the last members of the party return. "Is everyone ready?"

She steps forward and takes one of the small explosive devices from Lumen as she speaks, and barely manages to mask her expression of shock when she realizes what she's holding.

"...And everyone make sure not to throw these things anywhere near their teammates."

[dens-extra-pups.livejournal.com]

Desinex cackles a bit, scanning the explosive Lumen gave her out of curiosity. Then her visor flickers a bit as she recognizes the mixture. It's not long before her cackling starts up again, earning her a Look from Chromia. WakeJumper looks over, raising a brow ridge, "Do I want to know what's in that, Lumen?"


Perceptor, for his part, seems more concerned with trying to locate Kimchee.

[fallen-flakes.livejournal.com]

"Yes sir." It occurs to Movor to wonder if he has any other weapons on him. But he doesn't remember anything important - the Commandos had enough firepower to scare Omega Prime, wasn't that enough? The matter is swiftly forgotten. Though he does make a note to check out Lumen's explosives later. Especially if they turn out to backfire in the field. (Who knows what these Autobots use?)

"No friendly fire, sir," Fallstreak agrees cheerfully. "I'm sure we'll all remember that." He cocks an optic Lumen's way. "What kind of grenades are those, by the by?"

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Lumen just gives Fallstreak and WakeJumper a broad, innocent grin. "Shells. And... nothing but energon and minerals."

"Alright, so we have vapers," says Optimus briskly. "Everyone else's armaments all charged?"

Even as she speaks she's drawing her twin sword from its place on her back and separating it. Vector watches silently.

[dens-extra-pups.livejournal.com]

WakeJumper gives Lumen a Look that wouldn't look out of place on the Ratchets of their respective realities, before glancing to Optimus and nodding.

Chromia takes that as her cue to check her rifle over before nodding as well, and Desinex simply grins and holds up her hand, indicating that her claws don't need charging.

[fallen-flakes.livejournal.com]

"Let's see..." Fallstreak drops a hand to his side as if patting his pockets, optics dimming as he gives his readings one last run through. "Yep, I'm ready, sir."

Movor just gives a nod. "Always." He doesn't need to check. He was created ready. He's watching Optimus and her swords, anticipating what comes next.

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"Good. Chromia, you're with Desinex. Lumen with WakeJumper. Fallstreak and Movor with me." Optimus takes a step forward and slices a glowing green X into the air.

"And don't worry if you don't see Vector once we've stepped through. He'll answer if you need him for something."

[dens-extra-pups.livejournal.com]

Chromia nods, as does Desinex. WakeJumper also nods, moving closer to the older mech.

[fallen-flakes.livejournal.com]

Though he's not looking at Optimus, Fallstreak frowns. He was hoping for a little less supervision - and now he's with both Optimus and her leashed zealot. He's not exactly afraid. But he could have lived without that.

Of course he should have seen it coming. Makes sense for the commander to keep her fliers together.

He glances at Movor where the shuttle-con is watching the air-slicing intently. He wonders if the other Decepticon has seen any of this before. Just how much Optimus's power is contributing to his devotion to her.

For a bot who tears holes in space-time, how much would any of us be willing to fool ourselves? His mouth twitches into a smile as he remembers to look towards the boss. Frag. Haven't they done it before, many times?

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The X spreads out into a portal, which shows ravished farmland that could be from any Earth type world. In the distance may be heard a sound of chittering, and of eating.

"Ghost team, transform and roll out!" Optimus is sheathing her swords even as she leaps forward first into alt mode, and then into secondary alt. Confident that her air forces will flank her, she arrows upward to do a flyover of the enemy, sending information back to the ground units as she does so. The Tyranid aren't a big swarm, as she said. Only about a hundred or so of the things, but they are well dug in, and the heavier units are well represented in their ranks. So are the small acid spitting fliers, several of which attempt pursuit of the flying Transformers.

[dens-extra-pups.livejournal.com]

On Optimus' command, Chromia and Desinex transform into their respective alt-modes. Chromia's alt-mode is clearly Cybertronian, and lacks the sleek lines, grace, and speed of Desinex's Earth car-style alt-mode. WakeJumper isn't far behind them when he transforms, and his alt-mode is clearly Earth-designed.

When they move to follow Optimus through the portal, Desinex speeds ahead of Chromia by about a car-length... Only to find out the hard way that her choice of alt-mode is better suited to asphalt roads as opposed to farmland.

[fallen-flakes.livejournal.com]

Movor is at Optimus's right wing, his engines a deep, dull roar of blue fire - though remarkably quiet for a shuttle. He scans the land below, checking what type of farm terrain they're dealing with. Decepticons mightn't care for the technical details, but fighting in Earth's countryside has at least taught them to distinguish between 'the big flat plains' and 'the lumpy green boxes with all the hedges to trip over' and so forth.

His initial scan of the enemy lines is cut short. Some of the little ones are heading their way. The shuttle eyes them coldly with invisible sensors. Instinct or an intelligent probe? Hmm.

He readies his weapons and looks to Optimus for her lead. At the same time, on her other wing, one of the little beasts zips across Fallstreak's flank. The jet seems to waver and takes a few shots at the creature as it dives ahead and beneath them.