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Scoop

Scoop sst down across from Brawn and listened to the question. It seemed that the stress of the war in general had gotten to the bot. He couldn't blame him however for any of his reaction. Scoop then responded to Brawn "It seems to me that the easiest way to apologize to him is to simply explain what brought it on. I am sure he would understand since we have all been fighting this blasted war for a while." Scoop then saw a server bot go by and signaled him for two drinks which the bot brought. He picked it up and sipped it, and said "Personally with the way the war has been going we should be very on edge so to say." He then stared at his comrad waiting for a response.


Repugnus

Repugnus gave Jedishen a look that could melt him if he had heat vision. But then he turned towards Stormifire who told him where they were going and wanted to see if he wanted to go with them. Repugnus then said to them "No, I am going to the bar to wind down and wait for Prime to come up with an assignment for me." He then walked away without saying a word, but he did give Jedishen a small look as he left. Repugnus made his way around the corner and to the bar.

Iacon Airspace, en route to The Great Observatory

Jetfire's shot over the surface of Cybertron is his new alternative mode, gained from his visit to Earth. In all his time on Earth, he'd hoped that when he got back, things would be different. The war would be over, the planet's environmental problems would be solved and a new utopia be spread planet-wide, no more war, no more Autobot/Decepticon seperation...

Unfortunatly, the universe had terrible ways of smashing the dreams of the hopeful.

He swooped down low, partially to keep cover from anything that might assume Jetfire was actually a Decepticon agent, he had been away sometime and returning with a new flight mode unfamiliar to other Autobots may cause a slight problem.

Jetfire's scanners locked on the Great Observatory and he altered course. Prime gave him a mission to do and he would do it well.

Guard Station Seven

It really was beautiful.

Iacon, once the Capital of an entire world, now the centerpiece of the Autobot Resistance. The Citystate had seen better days, Arcee knew that, even if she had never seen it for herself, the golden spires in all their glory. Once it had been a true spectacle, she had seen as much from the Holo Vids, buried deep within the Archives, a city that seemed to be built on light. The crowning achievement of a single, united, Race.

Today it was quite different. The glow was gone, the Golden Age of Iacon, along with the rest of the world, was, tragically, lost in the distant and almost forgotten past. The silver was not as bright, the spires were not as tall, the future was not as promising, the cracks, the rust, the tarnish, all the little flaws were all too visible too see. The dream of a United Race was gone, only the reality remained, the reality of a Divided People.

But it was still beautiful.

The glow was gone, the golden spires, but the light, the foundations on which this grand city was built, its principles, that light was still there. It was the people that made it now, the citizens, the workers, the solders, the Autobots who had both sacrificed their lives, and those still willing to do so, it was their sparks that kept that light bright.

It would be easy to lose hope. More than once Megatron had brought the full might of his armies to this very doorstep, more than once absolute defeat had been so near, but every time he had been defied. Every time those the Tyrant considered weak had overthrown his quest of genocide and thirst for power. They had stood together, under one banner, a City United. Hope, that is what made this city bright, courage, honor, dignity, respect, compassion, traits that many of the Decepticons lacked, traits that would prove to be their undoing.

Arcee sighed a little and stood up straight at the railing, her optics gliding over the Cityscape before her. She had seen it all before, a hundred times, a thousand times, but she would never get tired of it. Iacon endured, despite countless years of war, and so would they.

She took a moment to look about the station, ensuring that her presence was not yet causing a hindrance. The Fembot wasn't, technically, supposed to be there, observing the city from the confines of the guard station, but the Authorized Personal rarely objected to her visits. She liked watching the city pass through its day during a rare moment of calm, she liked watching the Autobots, far below, go about their lives, enjoying a rare moment of peace. She liked finding a moment of calm herself, a stark contrast to the nerve rattling realities of open war. The guard Station was as good a perch as any, even if the ones on duty were more concerned with what was happening outside the city limits rather than inside them.

She would have to move on soon, her own duties set to begin, and no amount of sight seeing would get them done. But she could afford to linger a little while longer, to remind herself why it was worth fighting for so long, the belief, the enduring hope, that the peace she could see today would no longer be a brief calm in the storm. It would be the norm. A fools hope perhaps.

But still a hope.

Autobase Prime ~ Energon Bar

"Yeah, you're right Scoop."

Brawn gave in. There was no sense acting macho if it meant losing one his best friends. Trailbraker and Brawn were often sent on missions together. That they both had slower alt modes than the other Autobots meant they made good travelling companions. The two of them were built tough to withstand alot of abuse. Brawn thought they always had alot in common, but he always felt like Trailbreaker was a bit too defensive at times. They were at odds when Brawn thought a situation called for a frontal assault and Trailbreaker wanted to take time to figure things out first.

This was one of those times. Brawn disagreed with his friend often, but it had never gotten physical. Perhaps, Brawn thought, the length of the war was starting to get to him. The best thing to do now would be to call Trailbreaker down for a drink so they could clear up the tension, so Brawn opened a comm-link to Trailbreaker.

>>Hey 'Breaker. If you've got a few breems, why don't you come down and join me and Scoop for a drink? Scoop said he's buying!<<

Guard Station 7

It was easy to get distracted; Primus knew that, especially for the young. Often a flash of light or an unusual sound was enough for the likes of Hot Rod or Air Raid to move off tangent, their curiosity and impulsive natures getting the better of them, and, whilst her maturity would not always suggest it, Arcee was amongst the young as well. Barely more than a Protoform when the war began, the Fembot was very much part of the next generation, as such, despite her efforts, she was not as immune to the faults of youth as she would like.

The awe inspiring sight of the Cityscape before her, the very heart of the Autobot Resistance, had captured her. Despite her own earlier thoughts, despite the crystal clear knowledge that her own duties were set to begin, one final minute of contemplation had become a minute…and then two…and then five…a dozen…and more until…

The harsh beeping of her own internal alarm sharply broke Arcee from her revere. She already knew what the demanding tone implied and yet she checked the time anyway. Her spark skipped a beat, she was late, or she was going to be, incredibly soon.

“Oh Pitt!!”

Arcee uncharacteristically swore, thank Primus certain Mechs weren’t around to hear it, as she dashed from the observation post without another word. She wasn’t late yet, she could still make it, but she was going to have to drive hell for leather if she was going to make up for her lapse in focus.

Sprinting to the nearest access way Arcee wasted no time, with a shifting of gears and rapid twisting of metal the Fembot disappeared and hit the ground as a Light Speeder, her wheels already spinning. With squealing tires and a blur of motion, she was away. With any luck, and a little creativity in skipping around the Accesway Health and Safety Rules, no-one need ever know how close she was coming to missing her shift.

Autobase Prime ~ Intelligence Offices

Get Prime's permission, eh? Should be easier than shooting sharkticons in a barrel.

Jazz left the intelligence offices to track down their leader, headed for central command. Big boss 'bot was usually preoccupied there. As he walked, Jazz wondered what kind of roster Mirage would come up with for this little infiltration mission. He had a few ideas of who he'd like to see and he was curious to see how it matched up with Mirage's list.

Autobase Prime ~ Command Center

Jazz located and approached Optimus Prime who seemed to be catching up on recent activities with Elita-1. He stepped up to the Autobot leader with a salute and a smile, not forgetting to greet Elita-1. Getting along with their leader was always as easy to him as any of the other Autobots. In fact, Jazz enjoyed the rare opportunities where he got to experience a bit of Prime's wry sense of humour.

"What's shakin' cats? When you get a chance, Prime, I got a little somethin' to run by you."

Autobase Prime ~ Corridors

"Shame.." Jedishen thought to himself as Repugnus took his leave, not before giving one last look of displeasure towards the Scout "..I think he was starting to warm to me"

Looking up to Stormfire and Blurr, Jedishen shrugged his shoulders "Must have been something I said.." He said wryly, as he gestured for Stormfire to lead the way "..I do seem to have that effect on others quite often. Still, nothing to worry about probably, lets get up to HQ, see what needs doing, if anything"

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Autobase Prime ~ Command Center

"Nothing...Nothing.." Trailbreaker mumbled to himself as he sat monitoring the nothing that surrounded him "..Noth, oh, wait that's, oh... Nope, still nothing.." He continued, his excitement level slowly reaching dangerously new lows "..I wonder if it's actually possible to suffer a boredom induced stasis lock.." He pondered.

His ponderings were cut short as Brawn's quick message crackled through his commlink. It didn't surprise the Defensive Strategist to hear from his longtime comrade, though perhaps not quite so soon, Scoop, it seemed, was as good at talking others round as he was in battle, and he was a generous old 'Bot to boot!

>>Scoop's buying you say? That's all I needed to hear, I'll be down as quick as these creaky old pistons can handle Brawn<<

Trailbreaker commed back, as he stood up from his seat as discreetly as possible and began to 'Sneak' out of the Command Center, sneak being a realtive term for someone of Trailbreaker's size and shape of course.


As the black 'Bot took his leave of the hub of Autobot operations, another slightly larger, and generally more orange, entered. Roadbuster had demolished pretty much every scenario, training sim and situation he could load up, and was still in a pretty lousy mood. He didn't mind holo-battles, but they didn't stand up to the real thing, not by a large margin, he needed a way back into some action, and by the looks of things around Iacon recently, none seemed imminent. So, in time honered Wrecker tradition, when the action didn't come to you, you had to go and find it, and the Ground Commander planned to do just that.

The huge form of Fortress Maximus had been in the Command Center for some time, Roadbuster noticed him exit the meeting room while he had been talking to Trailbreaker earlier, and the General was still there upon his return. It seemed likely to Roadbuster, that he would soon be returning to his posting in Nova Cronum, which just so happened to be the home of both the Maximus Line, and his Wrecker Commander, Springer, 2 things that usually went hand in hand with action.

Slipping his still warm rifle back into subspace, the Wrecker approached the Baseformer, noting that he looked as concerned as ever, possibly even moreso than usual, before speaking "Well well, long time no see Maximus Sir.." Roadbuster began, saluting the Autobot General, familiarity need never get in the way of respect "..I don't suppose you have need of the services of one slightly used and damaged old warhorse such as myself do you?"

Autobase Prime: Command Center

This wasn't the first time Arcee had been forced to work against the clock. Many missions, primarily due to the fact that the Decepticons were also working towards their own agendas, had a strict time limit, even a second overdue could mean the difference between life and death. What she had learned from these experiences, where success and failure were separated by little more than a hair trigger, was that time was rarely on your side. In fact, when you needed time the most, when you needed those extra few, desperately needed, moments, time was not only working against you, it was also moving far faster than it should be.

Much like it was now.

Arcee drastically slowed her acceleration as her target came within sight, her speed dropping down to much more acceptable levels concerning health and safety. If she had to hazard a guess, which she was tempted to do, the Fembot was pretty certain she had just set a new record, crossing the distance between the Iacon Guard Stations and Autobase Prime frighteningly quickly. It still wasn't really enough. Her internal clock didn't lie, she was late, not by much, but late was late. At least she could take some small comfort from the thought that she was a little late...and not massively late.

And that no one had been hit during her mad dash between here and there, thank Primus.

Transforming as quietly as she could Arcee entered the Command Centerer as discretely as possible, passing the somewhat sneakily exiting Trailbreaker. Judging by his demeanor he wasn't exactly meant to be leaving just yet, but then, she was meant to have arrived ten minutes ago herself. Arcee made a mental note and a quick decision, she wouldn't blow his cover, if he didn't blow hers, a fair trade. Besides, he was a nice Bot, she was hardly about to get him into trouble.

Doing her best to avoid the optics of others without appearing suspicious, Arcee took her station. The perfect crime.

Auobase Prime--Medical Bay

It wasn't often that the Autobots Chief Medical Officer found himself with surplus amounts of down time. Not that he was arguing. The less time spent reparing Autobot injuries...the less Autobots were out getting injured in the line of duty. Be that as it may, the time would come when he not only did not have an excess of time, he would be actively seeking out ways to maximize what little he had.

The best way to do that, for the time being, was to start reviewing some of the medical files of some of the Autobots with whom he was less familiar. Certain Autobots just found their way in to his care more often than others. Brawn? He'd been an occupant of one of his repair tables more often than Ratchet would like to count. Grapple? Not so much. Not that he doubted the bravery of either. Just that some possessed a stronger penchant for getting in to scrapes than others. Bringing up a series of screens on his holoboard, Ratchet began selecting names from the list.

Lessee here...Grapple, of course...Skids...Cosmos...

OoC: Sorry its been a bit folks, I've been draineded over the past three weeks with illness, just now recovering. That and school has been evil.

Science Sector Ruins

Great Observatory: Hall of Discovery

Hotspot transformed into robotic form with Groove and Chase standing at guard to either flank and First Aid, Streetwise and Blades effectively bringing up the rear in their vehicular forms. Silently the Protectobot Commander drew his fireball launcher from subspace and held it tight toward the ceiling. He had studied the maps of this area before he had left Iacon's main central hub and there was no mention of this structure remaining in any of the records. Oh the soldier knew exactly what this area was infamous for, he had been assigned here on guard duty some vorns past. Still to see the entrance gallery still intact, well as much as could be expected, puzzled him.

"Form up close and tight." Hotspot's vocalizers were low not to warn of potential enemy danger, but because of the very nature of the ruins. They were old and showing their age at the supports. His drawn weapon was more a reaction and a security blanket than any sense of forboding. "Lets move in slow and steady," to the left of the massive hallway laid a cracked orb of Cybertron rolled over into a corner. To the right a rusted metallic star chart of the asteroid fields that surrounded the solar system... it was not hard to tell where they were but he needed the proof of seeing it first hand.

Science Sector Ruins

Great Observatory: Hall of Discovery

Jetfire reached the Great Observatory without any fuss or bother. As he entered the building, he transformed to robot mode and drew his rifle. Activating his scanners, he tried to scan for any other Autobots around him in the area. With his body looking a lot different than it was before he left, he hoped that he wouldn't be shot for a Decepticon.

Iacon-Highway enroute

The once great captial of Cyebrtron, Iacon. Long it weathered the war that ravaged their planet. If was now growing larger as a green Cybertronian Scout car made it's way towards the city. It remained unmarked, for security purposes.

This Autobot, Hound had been away for some time, on assignment in the wastelands. But now it was time to come home. No activity out that way justified his presence there no further. It was time to report in and be ready for the next assignment. As he approached the main gate a laser device emerged from his forward hood, pointed at what seemed like a corresponding identification checkpoint. The light at the doorway, that was red, turned green and the doorway opened. Hound flew in and came to a halt as the door closed behind him. With that he transformed into robot mode. He took a moment to look around. Nothing really had changed since he went out. Our course he needed to make sure tor eport in via the communications network.

Hound taped a button and spoke "Hound to Command Center,, reporting in. I'm back from my long-term recon assignment."

He released his hold on the button, patiently awaiting a response. He slowly walked around, continuing his observation of the interior of Iacon. He wouldn't head in until the Command Center responded.

Great Observatory

Chase really didn't like the idea of moving slowly in, "Why move in slowly?" he asked Hotspot, "If there are any Decepticons around then surely moving in very quickly will be a way to catch them off guard?" he moved to the point of the Protectorbots and took out his laser pistol. He much preferred to be at the head of formations, he was a scout so his natural instinct was to be ahead of the main group spotting things for them.

Great Observatory

Streetwise did as he commander ordered and moved in tight and pulling out his weapon. He heard Chase ask why they should move in slowly and wondered how the throttlebots survived this long. He answered for Hotspot and whispered "We don't know how many of them there could be, and stealth is the best option. If we rush we will get vaporized, the same if we continue conversations." Streetwise then shut down his vocalizer and continued to move. Ever at the ready for some problems.

Energon Bar (Scoop)

Scoop took a sip of his energon drink and then gave a smile at Brawn. He would buy drinks tonight if it meant that both of his fellow autobots remained friends. The happier they were the better off in the battlefield they would be. Especially if Scoop was with them. Scoop then said in the communication as he saw that Repugnus just entered "Better hurry up there Trailbreaker the local Monsterbot might drink the bar out of buissness again." He then looked at Brawn, and gave a lopsided grin.

Energon Bar (Repugnus)

It seemed that there were many bots in the bar at the moment. He caught sight of the older bot Brawn and Scoop at a table drinking. He thought he heard his name come from Scoop's vocalizer but he ignored it. He would teach the bot to talk about him later.

Repugnus then made his way to the bar and took a seat and told the server "Get me the hard stuff and make it quick." He did not care how he sounded. He was sick of sitting around Iacon when the real action was at the front line. He wanted to gut some decepticons. As the server set the refreshment down in front of him he grabbed it and downed it in one gulp. He then looked up again and said "More!!" The server raced off to get him a couple of more.

Autobase Prime - Command Center

As Jazz entered and offered a customarily odd greeting, Optimus Prime looked to his de facto right-hand mech and nodded. "Go ahead, Jazz."

As he answered the saboteur, he noticed Hound comming the Command Center. Holding up a hand to indicate he wanted Jazz to wait just a moment, he activated a nearby console and responded to the scout. >>"Report to the Command Center once you're back inside," he told the capable green Autobot. "I'll want to have a look at the data you're bringing back. Prime out."<<

He straightened up and looked again to Jazz. "What've you got?"

Great Observatory

"But Streetwise going in slowly will give anyone time to prepare, go in quickly and take'em by surprise!" said Chase loudly, "Nothing good ever comes from being slow,"

Bar

"Oh look who it is!" said Rollbar pointing at over at Brawn and Scoop.
"You mean Shcoop?" said Freeway taking a long slurp of energon.
"No, I mean Brawn," said Rollbar, "Oi! Brawn! BRAWNY! Bet you can't beat Wideload in an arm wrestling match!" he shouted across the bar room.
"What?!" said Wideload looking up from his glass, "No, I don't want to arm wrestle, I don't like it,"
"Shhhut up, we can win shome energon," Freeway whispered in Wideload's audio sensors slurring his words.

Autobase Prime ~ Command Center

Jazz looked at Optimus Prime in all earnestness. He had no trouble talking openly with their leader. In fact he'd become quite accustomed to bouncing ideas around with him. Prime was always willing to listen to his ideas no matter how bizzare they might sound at first. Ultimately, Jazz wanted the best for the Autobots and he knew that sometimes required thinking beyond conventional means. He wondered how Optimus would respond to this one.

"Mirage and me just got finished talking about this new suit Roadblock's been wearing. He took care of a tough 'bot like Roadbuster in a snap. So, we need to get the scoop on this new Decepti-tech before Megatron's using us all as doorstops. How we do it is the tough part. We could lay out a trap and try to catch the creep so we can study him, figure out what makes him tick. The alternative would be stealing the plans out from Megatron's nose. Either way, it'll be dangerous. We'll need some 'bots with steel bearings to do it. You know I'm in. Probably Mirage too. We can't let the Decepticons stomp all over us with these new toys."



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Autobase Prime ~ Energon Bar

Brawn looked over at Rollbar and Wideload. Always up for a challenge to test his strength, he smiled.

"What's the matter? Not getting enough punishment from the Decepticons? I'm up for it. There's only one Autobot that I can think of who could beat me at an arm wrestle and I don't see you carrying the Matrix."

Slugging down the rest of his drink, he got up and walked over to the Throttlebots.

"How do you want to do this? Or, do you want to concede now?"

Brawn flexed his arms and they creaked slightly. Some Autobots may be a bit intimidated by his mighty strength, but he was really just playing around. He knew that Wideload had the reputation of being incredibly strong as well. Brawn had it in mind to see just how strong he was. To Brawn, this was an opportunity for Wideload to gain alot of respect from the macho Autobot. Win or lose, an arm wrestle would make them closer friends.

Bar

Wideload sighed. He wasn't proud of having physical strength. It wasn't that he disliked it, it was more that it didn't matter to him. Of course he did know how much it meant to the other Throttlebots that he was very strong. It had been the reason they had initially kept him around; a transporter in an espionage / intelligence team. Of course as time had gone on he had proven to be an integral part of the group, "Okay I'll do it," Wideload said as Rollbar and Freeway cleared the table, "If only to shut you two scruffs up,"
"Great!" said Rollbar, "Best two out of three!"
"Sho, want to make this a little more intereshting, Brawn?" said Freeway unsteadily, "A shmall wager perhapsh?"

Iacon-Interior

It did not take long for Hound to receive a response from the familiar voice of Optimus Prime. He wasted no time in clicking the comm button again to respond.

>>"I'm on my way Prime. Hound out!", he said as he took his finger off the button. He walked in the direction of the command center. Some tings had changed, but not enough to change the location of Autobot Central Command. He entered a lift and took it to...

Autobase Prime: Command Center

Hound exited the lift as it halted and the sliding doors opened. He found Prime and Jazz discussing something that was apparently important. He wouldn't keep them long.

"Nice to see things haven't changed much since I've been gone. Prime, Jazz, it's been a long time." He approached them in a friendly manner, but stopped and saluted them, as a soldier would. To Hound, Jazz and Prime were more than just surperior officers, they were good friends. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Autobase Prime ~ Energon Bar

Brawn considered Freeway's offer. Energon resources were low and the Throttlebot wanted to bet. He figured Freeway must be fairly confident in his friend's strength. Brawn took out two energon chips, it was all he really had to spare, not that he thought he would lose them. Tossing them on the table, Brawn smiled.

"I'll take that bet."

He looked over his shoulder to Scoop.

"You want in on this action? I'm not gonna lose, you know."

Brawn sat at the table, elbow down, hand raised, ready for a great test of strength. He looked Wideload straight in the optics.

"Allright tough guy. Let's go."

Great Observatory

With a streak of luck that could be considered bad or simply perverse. Jetfire had managed to circumnavigate the other Autobots in their entirity and found himself deep in the observatory, gun in hand.

As he moved into one of the many rooms of computer banks and data-storage equipment, Jetfire's hands flowed over a few switches of computer equipment. As he idly flicked what he thought would cause a data read-out, lights started to flick on loudly all over the observatory. Jetfire cursed his luck.

(OOC: Have fun, guys! )

Near Guard Station 7

He had been watching her since she arrived at the observation deck. He smiled broadly as she watched; he often wondered what was on her processor. The young mech looked over the landscape as the pink femme did. A slight sigh escaped him at the same time Arcee’s did. This place used to be a sight…before the war took its beauty.

Knowing Arcee, she would still think the near barren scene was beautiful. Shaking his head as he returned his focus on the perfect form of Arcee a smirk made its way back to Hot Rod’s continence. Since the landscape left a lot to be desired, he’d just stare at the only thing worth staring at.

Before he could make a move to say hello, the femme swore and took off. Taken a back by her unusual behavior, Hot Rod decided to follow…although at a distance. As Arcee transformed and sped off, Hot Rod followed in suit.

Making his way behind the young femme, Hot Rod opened a comm channel with her.

>>”Hey Arcee, where’re ya off to in such a rush?”<<

Autobase Prime: Command Centre

Arcee wasn't about to admit it but she was somewhat startled to recieve the communcation from Hot Rod on her internal com channel, a small jump passing through her frame as his familiar voice broke her personal silence. She had been so focused on the task at hand, montering incoming and outgoing traffic of Iacon levels 5 through 25, that the young, cavalier Autobot literaly speaking in her head was the the last thing she had expected too happen.

Daring to take a quick look about herself she was at least a little bit satisfied that no-one had noticed, just as they hadn't noticed her somewhat late arrival. At least, if they had done, they weren't saying anything, which was perhaps a good thing. When the occupancy of the room was being taken up by the likes of Optimus Prime, Elita 1 and Jazz the last thing she wanted to appear as was tardy or unexplainbly jumpy.

She had worked hard to earn her current station in life, considering her comparative youth she was doing quite well for herself. She didn't need to be undermining it with odd behavour.

>>"Some of us have work too do..."<<

Arcee was sure this time to keep herself more composed and at least appearing entirely focused on the task at hand. An unsettleing thought occured to her, Hot Rod knew she had been in a rush and her last statement pretty much confirmed it. Oh Primus, he must have seen her tearing through the city, performing a pretty good immatation of his own, more wreckless antics. He was never going to let her live it down.

>>"...and I wasn't rushing..."<<

Bar

"Yesh! That'sh the shtuff!" said Freeway and threw in two energon chips too, "Come on, Widey!" he slapped his pal on the back.
Wideload quitely placed his elbow down on the table and but his orange, armoured arm up, "Whenever you're ready, shorty," said Wideload jokingly, while Wideload was hardly tall himself he was at least bigger than minibots.
Rollbar stepped up, "Okay best two of three. Whoever goes down, stays down. It's last bot standing,"
"But we're sitting," said Wideload.
"Err, right, I mean it's last bot left sitting...that really doesn't have the same ring to it," said Rollbar a little disappointed, "Anyway, Brawn and Wideload take each other's hand--"
"In marriage,"
"Shut it Freeway," bit back Wideload locking his hold with Brawn's hand.
Rollbar continued doing his best to ignore Freeway's laughter, "Take each other's hand and on three! Two! One! Go!"

Autobase Prime- Command Center

Panzer had finally lost it. Not one thing had even passed the scanners that even classified as a threat. His mind felt scrambled.

"I gotta get outa here! This place is going to drive me nuts!"

He hurried out of the room and transformed and sped down the corridor. He didnt know where he was going, he just knew he had to get away.

It was then that he saw his haven, the Energon bar. Here he could meet some people who had been battling out the war for awhile and could give him some real company.