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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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.