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In the early breems of the morning, the Autobots at the Crystal City Outpost were wide awake. Equinox, Moonracer, and Bumblebee went to scout around the city, while the others watched over Decepticon communications and guarded the Decepticon soldiers. Sky Lynx was laying down near the Decepticons, making sure they weren't trying anything.
The Predacon was becoming increasingly tired, but he refused to allow his optics to shudder. He yawned, emitting a slight screech and stretching his wings. He shook his helm lightly, and went back to watching over the Cybertronians. It was unusually quiet and peaceful out here, which bored him.
Within his clan, there was always some fight over Energon, leadership, or just general roughhousing. There were always patrols, moving from post to post, and sneaking about the tunnels. Despite being glad that he was away from his clan, he was itching for some excitement. Thankfully, excitement would come.
Mirage, who was at a terminal nearby, shouted in surprise and backed away from the terminal. The Autobots' attention went to him, where the machine was trilling repeatedly.
"Mirage, what happened?" The bulky black Autobot (Guardian, from what Sky Lynx remembered), asked.
"Live transmission from Vos!" Mirage responded.
"Live?" One of the other Autobots asked, panicked.
The Predacon glanced around, then looked at the purple and black flier he had spotted before. He quickly stood, ran over to the huddling Decepticons, and stood before him. He grabbed his arm into his maw, careful not to bite down too hard (as enticing as it was, he didn't want to hurt him badly), and dragged him over to the terminal. The Decepticon yelped in pain, and the others flinched as the action happened.
"Hey!" Warpath exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
Sky Lynx let go of his arm, then turned to look at the Autobot.
"He will answer the transmission and keep the ruse that all is fine at this outpost." The Predacon explained, then looking down at the flier, "Am I clear?"
The flier nodded, too afraid to speak. Sky Lynx walked backwards to ensure that he was out of frame, then motioned for the others to hide. The Autobots all ducked and dove into a hiding place. Guardian stood by the other Decepticons, forcing them to duck as well. The flier typed on the terminal, wincing in pain every few moments, and finally answered the call.
On the screen, a video feed popped up. It revealed another flier, this time wearing red and blue armor, the metal underneath being a pale-gray, and his optics orange. He had a smirk on his dermaplates, but that faded when he saw the black and purple flier, taking on a look of slight confusion.
"Skywarp," he said, revealing a high-pitched voice that already annoyed Sky Lynx, "where are the others?"
"Th-they're, uhm..." Skywarp tried to smile through his fear, but it ended up looking unnatural, "they're out looking for a-an Autobot patrol in Crystal City."
"Ah." The red and blue Seeker said, sighing, "Well, they better return soon. Megatron has given us all an order."
"What would th-that be?" The black and purple Seeker asked.
"As much as I trust you, I can't relay it to you." He responded, "Is the group of Wingeds there yet?"
Before Skywarp could answer him, Sky Lynx had stood up and padded into frame. He looked directly at the Seeker, keeping a straight face despite the nervous pounding of his Spark.
"Yes, we are." He said, "What is it that you require? We are quite busy at the moment."
The Predacon pushed the purple and black Decepticon away, who now just stood off to the side.
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