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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"No way. Toby Mack was good." The old blue mech looks around, sees no more charlie, and looks up at Optimus as she zaps overhead. "Now what, bossbot?"

She replies with coordinates and indicates the estimated numbers of the incoming swarm. //Ground units stay close to one another. Aerial units, prepare for an initial run as they come withing range. Stay close to the ground units.//

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Acknowledgements are commed from both fliers, Movor a second ahead and keeping a tidier flight path behind Optimus.

Fallstreak doesn't care. Better work fast, he's thinking, readying his weapons and darting a sensor-glance at the distant shape of the approaching... thing. Otherwise they'll be dodging acid the whole time they're trying to work out how to kill it, and that won't be any fun at all - well, not much...

His attention shifts again. Wait.

//Uh, sir? You want us to provide air support, or to lure the targets in?// he asks Optimus, sounding dubious. Possibly that has to do with the second option.

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"Yeah, if you have an audio malfunction..." WakeJumper frowns at the estimated numbers, before nodding a bit. "I think we can take 'em, especially if we work together." //So how are we going to deal with that, Optimus?//

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Optimus' reply to Fallstreak and WakeJumper is a visual feed of a quick loop toward the new aerial units that doesn't go too far away from their own ground forces. It is both a provision of air support, and a luring of the targets closer. And it's followed by the heavy ground frontliners going to the left as the lighter ground units go to the right, and the wing provides cover fire. //If any of your toys can reach this high make sure you provide a little warning first, Lumen.//

Lumen blinks and looks around. //Buh? I didn't do it.//

Optimus ignores his silliness and orders the troops forward.

[fallen-flakes.livejournal.com]

Fallstreak acknowledges and then goes silent, focusing on preparation. Not time to think, this - not on the bigger picture. He's good enough to survive this, one way or another. So think later, fight now. It'd be easier if he didn't get the feeling that shuttle will force him to worry about the wing. Primes are forgiving, Decepticons aren't. He'll have to make a token effort, or risk a vengeful zealot.

//Do you know this type, sir?// said zealot is asking, targeting sensors on the enemy fliers even while he tracks the big one.

[dens-extra-pups.livejournal.com]

Desinex sends a wordless acknowledgement of Optimus' orders, while Chromia asks about the strength of the approaching enemy.

WakeJumper acknowledges, before voicing his current main concern, //Is this a different sort of Tyranid? And if so, what do I need to know to treat any possible injuries this thing could inflict upon us?//

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Optimus answers all three questions with a quick databurst sent to all units. In it are the approximate armor strength, speed and maneuverability stats of these larger but not huge fliers. Also included is a list of known possible weapons, the most common of which are plasma launchers.

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"I should've brought more jars," Fallstreak mutters to the sky. The jet ducks an invisible pressure pocket and checks his position, ready to attack.

//Received and understood. What about the giant one, sir?// Movor asks.

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//Understood, Optimus. Desinex, I swear, if you try and bum rush that thing, I'm going to make sure T-AI has plenty of blackmail pictures of you in pieces.// WakeJumper keeps on alert, saw blades spinning slowly as he watches the approaching enemy.

//Whatever, Medic.// Desinex does not seem fazed by what WakeJumper threatens.