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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"And good, clean fuel," Arcee added, shrugging a shoulder. "I know Frenzy himself must be hungering for some."

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"We're not Autobots, and we won't be reeled in by your tempting words." She snorts. "Lord Frenzy has allies from other worlds, and they will help us without our having to degrade ourselves."

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"But you are Cybertronians!" Jazz says in frustration. "And why won't your allies give you at least stronger bodies? Or proper care?"

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Arcee sighed and shook her head. They weren't going to listen.

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The little speaker just points to the brighter patches on her scuffed aluminum frame. "They are. And they don't mock us."

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Jazz sighs and rubs his forehead. "I see."

He straightens back out and checks for any other little ones. "I can't make you listen. Apparently not enough of your kids have died for you to care. I'm sorry now that I hurt you guys. We wanna help, and we'll be ready when you need it. But Frenzy, you actually go to war, we'll have to stop you, no matter what the reason. Ninety percent of those humans never will know why your angry, or what's going on, and they are innocent. We cannot let you hurt them."

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"I'd say ninety nine," Arcee said, looking at Jazz, then shrugging. "Oh, and you should really check with your Lord about the whole war thing. He'd be leading all of you into a slaughter. Think about how many you number, and how many of those were already starting to break down trying to take out a non-aggressive, unmoving target."

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The little flier points to the pink femme. "Lord Frenzy says that you'd be better at diplomacy with your vocalizer muted."

Then she looks at Jazz. //And my creator says that he can still out drink you.//

With a chitter of laughter, she turns and zooms away down the tunnel as her earthbound sister scuttles into a crack.

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Jazz laughs softly. "Tell him I wanna see him prove it!" He yells after her.

With heavy sigh he turns away. "Let's head home Arcee. I need energon."

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//What do we do about Frenzy?// she frowned deeply.

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//Nothing but report our findings to the boss.// Jazz sighs and scratches his head. //I wish Soundwave was still around, or even Prowl. Frenzy wouldn't deny what's happening to his kids if they told him.//

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//Personally I'm glad those guys are gone,// she said, frowning as she followed him out.

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//Prowl was an Autobot, Arcee you didn't know him.// He sighs. //Soundwave...was as dull as a stick, but was the best DJ around before the war. He and I worked in the same club.//

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//Oh...// she frowned. //Sorry.//

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//It's alright.// He says climbing out of the sewer. When he's out, he transforms back to his normal form. "Roll out." And into away he goes in car mode.

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Arcee followed him, frowning, then transforming herself and sighing.