Hangar Bay - Shuttle Serenity Interior
Eject grunted as he loaded up the last of the supply crates into the shuttle, securing it in the back. The tiny blue cassettobot stretched his servos and tuned into the chattering in the shuttle. It was mostly Sandstorm and Broadside going back and forth, chatting about old plays in games long since past.
The blue sports fan hopped back into the seat near the pilot's chair and glanced up at Chromedome
. Resuming their prior conversation without missing a beat, Eject continued, "Huh. I think Rewind wouldn't mind getting a hello from you. Though it's weird that he left without saying anything to ya. You guys are pretty much attached at the hip..." Eject paused wondering if that particular metaphor was appropriate, having the mental image of Rewind dangling from Chromedome's hip, "Er...well you know what I mean. Anyway! Looks like the team's ready! Let's kickoff!"
________________________"I got the engines warming up now actually. Well be flight capable in half a breem, if not sooner."
Chromedome stated as he spun his chair around to address the communications officer. "Wanna inform Magnus?"
Blaster nodded as he finished loading and watched the new arrivals load up into the shuttle. "Send him a shout, Dome man," Blaster said. Glancing around at those boarded, the communications officer did a quick head count. They were short one Bluestreak. The red mech swept his optics over the occupants of the shuttle to double-check. "Yo Blue-"“Sorry, guys!"
Turning to face their latest arrival, Blaster smiled and gave Chromedome a thumbs up to get them underway. And then...Bluestreak started talking. His very special brand of speech. The nervous kind where a virtual metric ton of diction were fired out at top speed. Blaster had seen it before. Pit, they all had seen it before. Blue wouldn't stop until either someone stopped him, his vocals wore out, or everyone else's audios wore out."Bluestreak SHADDAP before we strap you to the nose of the shuttle and use you as a mascot”
Blaster grinned at Broadside's taunt and gave Bluestreak
a firm clap on his shoulder plating. "Don't worry, Blue," the communications officer said with his characteristic charismatic grin, "We'll get the Fallen. Don't sweat it. We can't let despair and defeat seep into our lexicon. For Optimus. He's looking after us, so let's send this Fallen back to the Maker!" Blaster's tone grew a bit more serious, but no less earnest, "We will
get Hot Rod and the others back. Let the Decepticons try something. They'll learn that the Autobots are not to be trifled with."
Patting Bluestreak on the shoulder once more for good measure, Blaster moved away and sat down next to Chromedome, Eject moving out of the larger mech's way. The blue cassettobot jogged over to the passenger seating and strapped himself into the seat. Blaster nodded to Chromedome, ready to get underway.