The New Team || Darkness Rising

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Prowl

Perceptor

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Perceptor

Perceptor

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Ironhide

Ironhide

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Jazz

Sunstreaker

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Sunstreaker

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Aboard the nemesis, the decepticon communications officer approached Starscream.

"Soundwave...what is it?" the seeker said with annoyance.

Soundwave played a recording, "Like Jasper Nevada's a party? We're alone wherever we travel on this rock Cliff,"

"Ahh...the one called Arcee," Starscream murmured. Jasper Nevada huh? He turned to face Soundwave, a plan already forming in his processor. "Why slay just one autobot, when we still have the advantage of surprise?"

The silver mech then turned sharply, facing Thundercracker who was standing quietly to the side. "Thundercracker! Fetch Runabout and Runamuck."

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"We must not allow our anger over the loss of Cliffjumper, to impair our judgement."

The autobots were somewhere out in a desert in the United States. They were on top of a cliff rise. Not only were Arcee, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Ratchet there to listen to Optimus Prime and mourn their teammate, but so were other autobots. Prowl, Jazz, Ironhide, Perceptor, and Sunstreaker. Autobots who had been groundbridged over from their stations elsewhere in the world.

"As of today, only we ten autobots remain on earth. We owe it to Cybertron, to any autobots in any galaxy seeking safe harbor...to human kind. And we owe it to our fallen comrade, to survive." As Optimus Prime finished his speech, Arcee stepped forward. She was holding Cliffjumper's horn, mournfully setting it down on the ground as it glinted in the setting sun.

Optimus turned to Arcee. He was worried about her. Cliffjumper had been her partner. And Arcee had spoken barely a thing since they contacted the other team. "Arcee?"

Arcee just walked forward, "If Cliff's gone, standing around here sulking won't bring him back. So unless anyone minds, I think I'll get back to protecting human kind." She then transformered and sped off.

As the group watched her leave, Perceptor stepped forward - the scientist speaking bluntly. "Optimus, helping humans will only result in more tragedy." Prowl, Ratchet, and Sunstreaker nodded in agreement. But the Prime's response wasn't reassuring.

"Your opinion is noted."

The autobots headed down into the base, when Prowl approached Optimus Prime. "Prime. Other areas of the world have not yet shown decepticon activity, and so I understand you wanting more of us to join your team. But I need a team to keep an eye on the rest of the world. Under the radar."

Jazz raised his servo momentarily, stepping up to speak to his friend. "Hey, I can stay. I'm yet to see what it's like out here in the west, and I'm quite curious."

Optimus Prime held up his servo, stopping the cultural enthusiast. "I appreciate it Jazz, but you are one of our stealthiest. You would do best staying with Prowl, patrolling under the radar. In places where human governments do not know of us."

"Aight," Jazz responded as Ironhide butted in. "Take Sunstreaker them, can't get rid of him fast enough!"

Sunstreaker looked up, hearing his designation. "Say whatever you want Ironhide, you just know that I'm the best bot to join team Prime!"

Prowl scoffed quietly. "Ironhide is correct, Sunstreaker will join your team. Not that we won't miss him, he's such great company." He was clearly being sarcastic, but Sunstreaker didn't care. Instead the flashy mech smiled, the idea of joining team Prime fueling his ego.

Optimus observed as the bots conversed, and when a decision was reached he stepped in again. "It is agreed then. Sunstreaker, you will patrol with Bumblebee until you have grown accustomed to this area."

Sunstreaker pumped a fist into the air, "Awesome! Sunstreaker, soldier of team Prime. Has a nice ring to it."

Ratchet, who had been standing back with the rest of team Prime, waved his servos in annoyance. "Yes yes, now it's getting crowded." He opened the groundbridge. "Time for you to go, there's the door." Perceptor nodded to Ratchet, who had been talking to him before he exited through the groundbridge.

Jazz followed, but stopped to turn back to the base. "Sunstreaker, send me some of the music here yeah?"

Sunstreaker gave him a thumbs up, "Yep, you can count on me. If I find time between crushing decepticons that is!"

Prowl watched as Ironhide and Jazz left, and before taking his turn he faced Optimus. "We will report immediately if we find any decepticon activity."

Prime simply nodded, "good luck."

Team Prime: Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Arcee, and Sunstreaker. Will the selfish, impulsive, and stuck up bot fit in? Probably not.

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