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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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Optimus revs her engine a little as she watches the swarm come into position, the rumbling a mighty roar in the air around her.

Waiting waiting.

"Alright, get them." She sweeps forward to start the maneuver she ordered for the wing.

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Two very different sets of engines split the air behind her; fighter jet and shuttle accelerate cleanly, matching her speed with ease. Satisfied that no-one on the ground is getting out of line, Movor trains all his sensors on the situation around him. And his weapons on the Tyranids ahead.

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And WakeJumper's going to stick close to Lumen as the Tyranids approach. He has no desire to get slagged today, thank you very much.

Desinex and Chromia swing right, opening fire while staying within the area that the flyers are covering.

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Lumen's voice rises up on the air, booming out over those of the tyranids as his body flashes once more into living poetry. Only this time his song is not a human one. The words are electronic; savage; fierce. The old fighter is singing a war chant in Decepticon, and the song thrills the circuits of those who can understand as it commemorates some battle unremembered by everyone but himself and a few others in the living world and urges those around him forward to make more memories to sing about.

Optimus gasps softly, one part of her mind calling up data on the battle mentioned, while another wonders what it would have been like to have spent that many thousands of vorns on the living side of the veil.

None of this, however, spoils her focus or upsets her aim. She sweeps forward and back, and tyranids dissolve into flame and ash around her as she goes.

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