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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.

Date: 2010-06-04 08:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dens-extra-pups.livejournal.com
See WakeJumper. See WakeJumper pause. See WakeJumper pause and facepalm. Facepalm, WakeJumper, facepalm! //Lumen! If you clog up your fuel lines, I'm NOT working on you.//

Over where Chromia and Desinex are working, the part of the swarm that rushed to meet them is currently getting mowed down and torn apart. Though it does seem a few of the smaller units have Desinex surrounded, it doesn't last for more than a few seconds at most.

Date: 2010-06-06 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fallen-flakes.livejournal.com
Movor will have to set aside his disappointment at not getting that demonstration... yet. He retrains his sights, sensors flicking disdainfully away from the cruder Autobot antics below. //Acknowledged, sir. I see them.//

Fallstreak 'whew's softly, and then hastily checks he didn't do it over the comm. Maybe he's showing his programming - of course an Autobot commander should be trusted on principle, and his aft looks good in neon green too - but he has the idea he's just dodged a bullet. An invisible, possibly weirder-than-anything-he-was-expecting missile, but he's not taking chances...

Speaking of which, he'd better be careful of his tail. He tips and drops, outrunning the spitters on his tail and leading them into Movor's line of fire almost by accident. It's a pleasant surprise that the shuttle actually deigns to pick them off. He doesn't acknowledge Fallstreak's wing-waggle of thanks, though.

Date: 2010-06-06 10:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dens-extra-pups.livejournal.com
//So what if it did?! That's still gross, Lumen!// WakeJumper grumbles and grouses, even as he moves to take down some of the remaining smaller units.

Over on Chromia and Desinex's part of the battlefield, there are two gleefully whooping and hollering femmes, who are picking off smaller units one by one.

Date: 2010-06-07 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fallen-flakes.livejournal.com
//Fifty, fifty-five of them, sir,// Movor reports. //Enough to try a swarm if they weren't so slow.// He relays a short burst of the images from his optics to the commander. And maybe anyone else accessing too much of the channel.

Fallstreak's fire goes silent for a cycle as he refocuses on this news. //Ah. More targets. That's good!//

What? He's enjoying the shooting and burning bit.

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