Trying something new with writing styles this time. Another short one to hopefully amuse you all.
All Knowing
Blaster sat at the console, manning communications for his shift today. He snickered. Flashes of Red and Yellow, covered in green danced through his vision. He directed another misplaced call to the pizza place, and snickered again.
Angry yells. Oh what he wouldn't give to see… He couldn't though. Not without giving up his mantle of innocence to the event.
A door opened. Optimus Prime entered. He towered over the seated mechs in the crowed room. The strict stood to attention. The laid back gave him a light nod. The uncaring moved not. Blaster didn't even hear the door open; such as he was occupied with communications and the visions of angry Colours in his head.
Prime lay a large hand on Blasters shoulder. He was rudely jerked out of the brightly coloured paradise that he had built. Blaster looked up at Prime.
"A couple inches higher next time, Blaster. The Minibots don't like being targeted alongside the Twins."
Blaster blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.
Then he realized who he was looking at.
"Gotcha, your omniscient-ness." He replied. His cover was blown anyways, might as well have fun with it. Prime smiled. He could just tell. Prime left. The others stared.
Jazz laughed, and took it all in stride. Prowl had stopped moving. He'll burn out any moment now. Red Alert was trying hard to ignore them all and pretend it never happened. Ironhide looked like he was going to go into denial.
All was normal in the Ark.
BLAM
As normal as it got anyways.