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 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.