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

[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

//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.//

[notxpected.livejournal.com]

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

[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

//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.

[notxpected.livejournal.com]

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