TF-verse. The overlook on Nellis AF base. Council of war.

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Optimus sat beneath the tree on the overlook and stared down past the feild below it, his optics seeking toward Mission City as his CPU went over the information he'd just been sent.

Elita stirs slightly from where she's sitting next to him leaning against his leg, and he looks down, one hand going around her tenderly as he thinks how much better she's looking with Ratchet's repairs and upgrades.

Speak of the devil....

Ratchet wanders over and lowers himself to the ground with a sigh, then belts Ironhide in the leg as that worthy mech slaps him in the head in passing.

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There's a sudden PINpoint flash, and a buzzing like a giant angry bee as something pops into sight a little ways down the tunnel from them. The tiny being is skeletal and only the size of a barbie doll. Angry blue optics that are crossed like a Siamese cat's glare at them.

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//It's not made of Cybertron-// Jazz starts at the commotion. "Arcee! Down thata way!"

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Arcee shot forward faster than the optics could se, snagging the tiny bot and skidding to a halt.

//No. It's not,// she frowned. //Roach, go scout ahead a little.//

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The walls of the tunnel seem to explode as tiny mechs appear from every crevasse and cranny. Arcee is born down by sheer force of numbers.

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"What the slag!?" Jazz leaps forward and begins to pick the tiny mechs off of Arcee.

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"OW!" Arcee roared, struggling to get them off.