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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//It bit me first!// comes the cheerful reply as the old Autobot continues to wreck havoc on the beasts all around him. //I mean, yessir! Optimus, sir!//

//Do you have an idea of numbers? They're still too far out of my range for me to pick out details.// Optimus pots the last large ground unit, leaving it to explode in Lumen's face, then peels to the side and cuts a swatch through the now very thin ranks of acid spitters.

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//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.

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//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.