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Iacon, formerly the Hub Capital, now the home of the Autobot Army and the most populous and well-defended stronghold of that faction.

Following Megatron's ambush on Moon Alpha and the taking of the Tagan Heights by the Decepticons, the Autobots are attempting to regain the momentum in the Cybertronian Civil War. Optimus Prime and Fortress Maximus formulate plans to strike back, while the return of Grimlock has led to the resurrection of the Lightning Strike Coalition. Jazz and Mirage are trying to unravel mysterious advances in Decepticon military technology, while Ultra Magnus prepares his unit to travel to distant Planet AC488 to battle Decepticon infiltration. Other Autobots ready themselves for coming battles and recover from previous ones.

Autobase Prime: Western Gate

Hotspot stood at the western entrance of the mighty fortress known as Autobase Prime. His arms folded over his chest and his left foot tapping against the natural surface of the planet with distinct impatience. The time was almost up for his Protectobot team, he was sort of glad he gave them three breems but originally he did not expect that they would require the entire time allotment. Thus he waited resisting the urge to tap on the communicator to bellow into the mic and put the fear of Primus into his teammates, such an act wouldn't solve anything.

Blades was probably still loading up the parts and scanners required for the mission objective, First Aid was finishing repairs to some one and then getting his tools. Thus both had an excuse for their delay, Streetwise and Groove on the otherhand... all they had to do was grab some energon, reload their clips and be here to move out. Hotspot stopped his foot tapping and looked at his chronometer and then resumed the impatient gestures.

"What can be taking those bots so blasted long? We should have been out of here cycles ago." Hotspot muttered to himself only stopping as he witnessed the over energized member of the Throttlebot team emerge from the gateway.

Iacon City

It had been a long time since Jetfire had been in his quaters in Iacon, but his recent return to Cybertron from Earth had not been one devoid of ideas.

As he moved towards Optimus Prime's Office, Jetfire hoped the idea he had would work. If it did, it could give the Autobots a new turning point in the war.

He reached Optimus Prime's Office and knocked on the door, hoping that Optimus was in.

Western Gate, Autobase Prime

"Good morning, Protectorbot-in-Chief!" Chase said seeing Hotspot, "Where are you off to and is there anything I can do to help you? I'm sure you can find a use for me, more use than I would be here at any rate,"

Hanger Bay

Searchlight arrived at the hanger bay an awaited the rest of the team that would be going on this assignment.

Autobase Prime: Western Gate

Hotspot scratched at the back of his head briefly as he looked down at the scout Throttlebot. He was fairly decently stocked in that department with Groove, should he ever show. Still it was nice to see some one as eager as he to actually want to get back into this war in some capacity. With a fluid motion that would suprise any who did not know the Protectobot, Hotspot skimmed through his scanner, looked through his processed mission peremeters and finally began to come to a final conclusion as to the small bot's request.

"I see no reason why you can come along for the ride Chase. Not going to be all that exciting, a simple observation station establishing... nothing more than that." Hotspot returned his data pad to a chest compartment and looked over at the various paths his team would soon appear from. "I suppose you'll be able to augment Groove's scouting processes. Though I warn you, I don't need another unfocused autobot along for the ride."

Autobase Prime: Ark Berths

Landfill finally emerged from the various abandoned hallways in his hauler form. In his bed was several tons of supplies, energon and ammunition. His initial visit had for the most part driven away many of the transport mechs into hiding, and for the life of him he could not figure out why that was. Perhaps there were more important needs for them to attend to and with his arrival figured he would be able to get the loading of Ark 13 completed faster.

So Landfill did not question their disappearances and instead picked up where they left off. He had already loaded many pieces of heavy equipment, scanners, a CR chamber, and several computer pieces into the ship's massive hold. There were about three to five more trips to be made with the original loading crew, but Landfill managed to get it almost completed with in the first two hauls. His treads finally touched down onto the metal gangplank propelling him into the cargo hold. Once inside he pulled to a side designated to the load and carefully unloaded his bed. With a satisfactory thump he returned to robot form and began moving crates of energon and tools into position.

Autobase Prime Western Gate

Streetwise was late. He knew that his commander would not be happy with him for keeping things up. As he came out he noticed Hotspot looking impatient. The mission was the only thing probably on his mind. He could not blame him. As he came marching out he stood a few steps away from Hotspot, and said "Sorry for the delay sir. It won't happen again." He then turned to Chase and said "Agreeable to see you again Chase." He then left it at that and waited for the rest of the Protectobots to show up.

Autobase Prime Hangerbay

Repugnus took up station near a pile of crates. He wanted action and if he waited around here long enough eventually he would be noticed by someone. Maybe even the Dinobots, but he did not hold his breath. He looked around and saw that the reaking bot from the command center was moving things along for the mission that Magnus and company were going to go on. If no one noticed soon he was going to take a transport on his own and do his thing.

Autobase Prime Command Center

Scoop had left the station he was manning and was standing in front of monitors observing the others get ready for their respected missions. He was making sure everything was running smoothly for them. He then looked at a readout screen and saw that they all would be ready to go on their missions soon. He said outloud to any commander that was in the Command Center "Everything is running smoothly according to reports for the different teams departures." He then went back to his station and brought up the security grid. Never could be to careful.

Autobase Prime- Command Center

Road Rage looked around from her radar console. It was really quiet all of a sudden it seemed.

She waited for orders, maybe a body to guard.
Someone who wanted her wisdom, maybe? At least she hoped her wisdom was worth seeking. Her advisory role is well earned so far.
She took some time to appraise herself of things via a neighboring console to gain information so she could advise a lot better. She couldn't get the most recent information that wasn't logged into the computers, but hopefully it wouldn't be necessary.

She almost felt like she were just sitting on her hands. While a more technical minded person would find this good work, she just can't handle some of the more complex sensors.
It was a bit frusterating.

Autobase Prime: Western Gate

"As usual..." First Aid transformed in front of Chase, Hot Spot and Streetwise, he'd been keeping out of site until the first Protectobot besides Hot Spot arrived. He didn't know why he bothered, it may have been because he didn't want to get stuck with Hot Spot alone, or he didn't want to seem too eager to go out on some routine mission.

"...Every one's late. We should always schedule these things 10 minutes before we actually really have to be here." First Aid then turned toward Hotspot, "Or is that what you already did this time?"

Autobase Prime: Intelligence office

Jazz stood for a moment, still not quite clear one one of the details of the new Decepticon warrior type Mirage told him about, "So this new thing the Decepticons came up with... is it like a type of reverse combiner? What advantage is that over a standard one?" Jazz knew this was probably a technology that would end up being some trouble, but maybe it was the standard trouble they could handle.

Autobase Prime - Ark Berths

Between his datapads and his own internal calculations, it was almost a breem before Perceptor came out of his reverie. He was now fully up to date on all off-world procedures and past missions up to his security clearance, and was ready to put what he had learned into action.

Moving past Bumblebee, Swerve, Searchlight and Windcharger, barely even noticing them now, Perceptor moved around to where Landfill was loading the cargo bay.

"Landfill, I.....Oh, my, what an unusual and unpalatable olfactory sensation....I need to make sure you'll load on the needed set of additional spare parts in case of....ughff....in case we need to perform a reformat as part of the mission. We may need to radically change our body layouts in order to *kaff* to properly fit in with whatever lifeforms we may find there. Here is...a list of what we should have on standby." Perceptor handed a datapad to Landfill, worried that the unidentified smell seemed to be getting stronger, for whatever reason...

(OOC: Sorry for the wait, my internet was stuffing up)

Autobase Prime - Western Gate
"Sorry about the wait, sir" Groove said as walked to Hotspot, who was looking very impatient. Groove didn't hurry anything, he just took it easy. "Is Blades here yet?" he asked Streetwise.