Shuttle Serenity - Air Space Outside of DetroitThe flight between Africa and the continent of North America seemed more of a day trip for the mnemosurgeon piloting the Autobot shuttle. Whereas it would take hours, if not days for a human to travel such a distance, the Serenity was capable of trekking through Earth's atmosphere in less than 1 earth hour.
"How close are we to Arcee's signal?" Springer asked the two bots sitting at the helms controls.
"About a quarter of a breems worth of airspace between us and the human city her team is stationed in." Chromedome replied as he gazed down at the technical readouts of his holo-projector.
"Excellent. Engage the energy dampers and the see of you can cloak this rust bucket, don't want any of the natives to see us while we make our pick up. Find us a decent spot to land outside of the city, it's too risky to fly us in there at the moment."
"Aye aye Springer." Chromedome replied, mocking the tone of a seasoned sailor as he began to slowly descend the shuttle towards the far outskirts of Detroit.
"Blaster, send Arcee and her team the signal. Gotta make this quick and we're running short on time." Springer commanded as he turned away from the pilot cabin and back into troop compartment of the ship.
"Springer, I hope this is a very short stop. Time may be our friend now but I'm expecting it will be our enemy shortly."
"Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing 'Spot. The sooner Arcee's team gets here, the sooner we can bring the party over to Magnus and his company."
Springer then walked deeper into the troop compartment, standing near the rear boarding ramp as he awaited word from Arcee or any of the Autobots she brought with her. The green and yellow triplechanger leaned against one of the support beams of the bulkhead as Sandstorm began his little quips about the femme's team.
"Huffer. Meh. Tracks. Meh. Man, I haven't seen Arcee in a millenia. She still a fox?"
Springer let out a subtle huff of air, chuckling to himself as a faint smile etched the left side of his faceplate. Classic Sandstorm, always enjoying the littlest of things as danger enclosed upon him. You could tell him that the world's gonna end in 5 mins and he'll still crack a joke in your face.
Sandstorm's words apparently did not sit all to well with the Protectobot commander standing nearby, who then proceeded to comment on the triple changer's little quip.
"C'mon 'Spot, ya know Sandstorm's only trying to lighten the mood a little bit." The green triplechanger then place a gentle hand onto the Protectobot's shoulder armoring, "He means well, you all do."
Springer then approached his fellow orange and yellow triplechanger and took a seat right next him. He leaned over into whisper distance and muttered something into Sandstorm's left auditory sensor.
"Don't worry, I saw her a while ago while we were back on the '22 together... She still looks like one of the dancers at Maccadam's."