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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//Got it, Optimus.// Chromia and Desinex are quick to transform, Chromia taking aim at one of the larger Tyranids and opening fire, while Desinex decides to find out just how thick the armor of the larger units are, and whether they're resistant to the fun boomy things Lumen whipped up earlier.


WakeJumper transforms, and sticks close to Lumen, sawblades out and spinning, ready to go on the defensive and/or offensive if need be.

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//Yes sir. At close range, anyway.// Movor checks the enemy fliers' movements before he returns his focus to watching the wing-leader's back. If those spitters want to harass the advancing ground teams from behind, they'll get the trouble returned tenfold.

The wayward jet to his left is settling back into place. He's lucky for the speed and agility of his alt-mode that he didn't slow them down for longer. //Just fine, sir, fine,// he assures Optimus, studying the forces arrayed against them below. Just what are their compatriots walking into?

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The Tyranids are spread out in a seeming random formation, with the small ones scrambling all around the larger ones, some of which are charging forward to meet the Transformer ground forces while others aim built on plasma guns at the air units.

And then Lumen leaps forward, transforming as his body twists into an intricate and nearly impossible to track somersault. And as he comes the old bot hurls two of his toys into the closest packed portion of the hoard.

There's a flash of light and that part of the hoard isn't really there anymore.

"Booya!" bellows Lumen, stepping back to WakeJumper even as one hand transforms to a cannon and the other brandishes a tire iron. "Let's get us some land shrimp!"

//My word,// comes a faint comment over Optimus' open channel. //Death has done nothing to teach Lumen restraint.//

//Did you really think it would, Vector?// Optimus chuckles and leads her wing in a strafing run across across the rear of the hoard.

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Chromia and Desinex have split up for a few moments, though it seems Chromia hasn't realized that quite yet. Desinex rushes to meet some of the remaining Tyranids, pausing long enough to throw two of the fun toys Lumen gave her, before she's getting the heck outta dodge, launching herself at one of the larger units just before the part of the hoard she was in previously is blown to bits.

WakeJumper has his saws out and spinning, and his attention divided between watching Lumen, keeping track of Desinex, and making sure he doesn't get attacked. "Land shrimp?!"

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"Wheeeeow!" Fallstreak dips aside, tumbling out of the way of the surface fire in a way that looks uncontrolled. His jet-form is built to capitalise on instability, and that's exactly how he plans to use it. Who needs to fly straight?

Hmm. Time for Movor to shift his tactics. He's going to be better with stationary targets and he has the firepower to back it up. The argon lasers on his wings blaze and loose bolts of brilliant white fire that lance down at the anti-aircraft units in steady, methodical, precise cracks. At this range, he can hardly miss.

//Cover our six,// he reminds Fallstreak. //Watch the fliers.//

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Lumen just starts singing. And smashing stuff up. And shooting things. He seems to be very good at all three, and also at keeping track of his battle partner and watching WakeJumper's back. As a matter of fact the old bot nearly qualifies for the cliched term 'poetry in motion'.

//Chromia, watch your back,// says Optimus. //Desinex, don't forget your battle partner. Lumen, please stop singing about cooking our targets with butter....//

Even as she speaks the Prima is twisting and looping skillfully in the air, her cannons engaging both ground and air forces even as she keeps a sensor on her ground troops and one on her aerial troops. Vector helps; though he is only a free floating spark in this reality he can still register what's going on in the world around him and transmit it to his partner's sensors.

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//Got 't, Sir.// Chromia is careful not to let herself get boxed in, but she's glad when Desinex finishes tearing into one of the larger units and returns to watch her back as well. She could do without the former Decepticon's gleeful cackling, but for now, she'll settle for having the backup.

Moments later, two more of the fun boomy things Lumen made are going off where the pair of femmes had previously been standing... And it's Chromia's turn to cackle.

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As the anti-aircraft units fall, more and more of the heavy guns are forced to take their place or leave themselves open to fire from above, distracting them from the ground bots. Movor maintains his focus on picking off the heavies, trusting his Decepticon wingmates to watch his back and tell him better if the situation changes.

Bad move.

Fallstreak follows Optimus's example a little too closely. He's taking a potshot at the Tyranid runts swarming Chromia's way when a spitter dives down through the wing, launching acid at Optimus's back. Which he was supposed to be watching.

//Sir!// an alarmed Movor tries to warn.

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The Prima twists away, smoke now trailing from the wing that she didn't quite get out of the way in time. Looping back, she fires at the spitter.

//Fallstreak, do you need a little help with your sensors?//

Meanwhile, down below, Lumen is in the midst of a thick knot of heavies, ducking, twisting, weaving, and singing. And leaving a mess in his wake.

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While Chromia and Desinex were busy focusing mostly on the heavies, WakeJumper's main concern was the smaller units that were underfoot. //Everyone keep your wits about you. The smaller units may not seem like all that much of a threat compared to the big guys, but there's a lot more of them.//

//Gotcha, Wake. Desinex, y'u 'ear th't?//

//The fact that you needed that pointed out... I'm not even going to comment.// Desinex's tone was snide, at best, but she did shift her attention to the smaller Tyranid units around the heavy that Chromia was currently shooting at.

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There are two Decepticons at Optimus's back. One of them is wavering back into something like formation. The other is furious.

//He needs his processors fixed!// The shuttle yaws left, lasers glowing with heat. A threat. He's been patient with the outside Decepticon, but now the misclocked rookie has crossed a line. He's allowed their commander to be shot. And Movor will pound the lesson home later, but for now he needs some fear to help him focus.

//I'm sorry!// Fallstreak almost dances in mid-air, ready to dodge if the shuttle looses a shot up his nosecone. A bolt of acid flies past and scatters into mist.