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Autobot Outpost Theta was quiet and still — no one roamed the halls; no unknown people or creatures slunk around under cloaking technology. It was a peaceful night. However, as dawn broke over the horizon, the PA system crackled to life, the sound of the second-in-command, Ultra Magnus, ringing out.
"ALL AUTOBOTS AWAKEN! MISSION WILL GO INTO EFFECT IN T-MINUS TWO CYCLES!"
The echoey call woke up even the deepest of rechargers, shaking them out of their slumber to ready themselves for the ensuing mission. Optimus was among them. He shot upwards, optic coming online, and hit his helm harshly against the bottom of the berth above him. The red and blue shouted a pained sound, servos covering the pained area. Jetfire, who was already wide awake and aware, was standing next to the bunk-berth, and he looked at the red and blue Cybertronian, smirking as he tried not to laugh at his pain. Optimus looked up at him, seeing him holding back laughter, and his gaze hardened into a glare. He removed one servo from the injury, the other still rubbing his helm, using it to help push himself off of his berth.
"Sorry, Optimus." The flier said.
"Uh-huh, thanks." The shorter Autobot grumbled, lowering his arm.
His battlemask clicked into place, and he looked around the rest of the cabin. The rest of the Autobots in the cabin were wide awake and energetic, save for Sideswipe and Optimus himself. Sunstreaker was bouncing on his pedes, talking with Blaze about the mission, the silver youngling of which mirroring the other's excitement. Skydancer looked like she was trying to act mature, but her wings twitched and her optics glowed brightly, which said all that the others needed to know about how she felt. Jetfire, despite the energy in the room, wasn't excited whatsoever. He seemed to be the most serious out of the others in the room — his faceplates stayed expressionless, he stood straight, and his servos were clenched into fists. Optimus tried to act serious, like the flier, but found himself feeling too nervous to do so. The PA came on again, this time being a different voice.
"Extraction team, report to hanger three. Defense team and Seekers, report to hanger two. Insider team, report to hanger one. All Autobots are to report to your stations ASAP, and be ready for battle."
"Alright, everyone! We take our leave!" Jetfire called.
The Autobots within the cabin walked to the door, which slid open in front of the commander. They stepped into the hall, Optimus standing next to Skydancer towards the middle of the group. As they walked down the hall, many other Autobots rushed up and down, yelling to others or speaking into their comms.
"This is what missions are like." Skydancer spoke, the red and blue Autobot looking to her, "No matter how big or small, there's always a rush."
"Why?" Optimus asked.
"We need these small victories. We've become sorta... desperate over the mega-cycles." The sky-blue flier said, sighing at the end.
Optimus nodded in understanding. He heard his name being called, and saw Sideswipe standing next to Ultra Magnus. He said a swift goodbye to Skydancer, then ran over to them, and they started down the hall again. They made it to hanger three in no time, the rest of the Autobots on their team already standing there. Ultra Magnus stood before them, and they all became silent. Optimus could hear the commotion of the other hangers around him, though it was quiet with the walls between them.
"Autobots!" The second-in-command called, "We are tasked with extracting Sunstreaker and Blaze once they've obtained sufficient intel from the Decepticons. The trigger word is 'revolution.' If we are to fail today, it may ensure the Decepticon's upper-servo in the war."
Optimus's Spark sank at the statement, and he felt like a huge weight was suddenly resting on his shoulder-pads. If he didn't do his part, it could mean their lives, or maybe even the planet. He started feeling overwhelmed at the concept.
Calm down. He thought, shuddering his optics and straightening his posture, Everything will be fine. The mission will be successful.
With the self-reassurance, he nodded to himself and onlined his optics just as Ultra Magnus ended his speech. He raised a fist into the air.
"Till all are one!" He yelled.
The others yelled the same line, including Optimus himself, following in the gesture as well. Then, they started out towards the armory to equip themselves for the mission. This would, undoubtedly, get dirty. This is what Optimus was here for. He was here to fight alongside his fellow Autobots, and lead them to the end of this war.
This was his time to rise.
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