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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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.

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

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