Ready For War
The red mech fidgeted as he stood at the end of the line. They were volunteers for a special attack squadron. He glanced at the 2 bots addressing the group. One of them was a thickly-built car carrier, the other a green and yellow triple changer.
"Broadside," The green one read off of his datapad. Brightening up slightly at this notion, the normally glum, grey robot walked forward and stood next to the car carrier.
The red robot gave him a look of approval, then he went back to his stony face. He thought about how he was leaving some of his oldest friends, but he had felt as though he needed the break. With the return of their leader, many had had hope for the rest of the dead, but this was soon vanquished.
"Kup," The green bot continued. The older mech smiled and stood behind the triple-changer.
The red Autobot smiled, as he was the second-oldest of the group. He figured that if an even older mechanoid could make the cut, so could he. This soon turned to worry, as the teal mech had much better melee skills.
"Sandstorm," the triple-changer read. The orange helicopter flashed a grin and stood next to Broadside.
Fear continued to fill the red robot's mind. He wasn't as maneuverable as those bots either. Sure, he was still fairly fast, but he might accidentally plow through things.
"Arcee," was the next name called out. The femme car gave off a small smile and stepped up next to the reader. He smiled softly, though few noticed.
Curiosity and hope again rose in the red bot's processor, as the pink robot was among the worse half of the group. She was good with a pair of pistols, but unfortunately not much else. He didn't mean to sound arrogant, but he knew he was somewhat better than that.
"Perceptor." The scientist walked up, placing himself beside Kup.
Now the old Autobot was unsure again. The scientist was also an effective sniper, so he could play 2 roles among the group. However, if an enemy were to get in close, the poor bot would need help.
"Hot Rod," the green mechanoid read. The cocky red car grinned and out himself between the two commanders. The car carrier merely gave him a bemused glance, which he returned with a smirk.
The red mech cracked his knuckles. It was almost his turn, but-
"And last but not least, Inferno," the triple-changer called out. The fidgeting Autobot smiled broadly and joined the group. The remaining volunteers gave a grumble and left so that the newly-formed team could chat.
"Welcome to the Wreckers, boys," the imposing commander spoke up. "You all heard each others names. In case you don't know, I'm Ultra Magnus and my partner here is Springer. We will be leading you from now on. Our mission: Wreck and Rule."
Inferno's grin lit up the room as the team began to discuss ways to kick tailpipe.