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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[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

"Frenzy declared war on the humans. We had to come check out why."

[notxpected.livejournal.com]

"We're here to help. Honestly," Arcee said.

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"You're Autobots! This is Decepticon business."

[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

Jazz frowns and gently shakes his head. "Humans are our allies. That makes it our business."

[notxpected.livejournal.com]

Arcee nodded, then grimaced as Roach attempted to get out.

//You'll keep still, if you know what's good for you,// she growled softly.

Roach quickly went still.

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"If you claim murderers as allies then you're murderers too." She buzzes upward slightly for emphasis, then returns to her previous position.

[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

"What do you mean by that?" Jazz asks neutrally. "All we saw was Frenzy running over a guys arm."

[notxpected.livejournal.com]

"And not all humans are the same anyway," she said.

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"After my brother was run over by a taxi. In a crosswalk. While the little human symbol was on the light."

[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

"Those...yes, I think I see." Jazz carefully kneels. "I'm sorry. We big people don't often see where we step. But how was the traffic cop involved?"

[notxpected.livejournal.com]

Arcee watched, then slowly shifted, then frowned and tried move so that she could lower her arms.

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Instantly those crossed optics are on her as warning cries go throughout the mob of Microcons. One tiny spiderlike bot falls free and lays on her back nearly at Jazz's feet trying to straighten out.

[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

Jazz stops mid-kneel and blinks at the critter. "Hey, you okay?" He asks turning her over carefully.

[notxpected.livejournal.com]

"Ugh, I didn't hurt her, did I?" Arcee tried to look, but didn't move again.