In times of war, when any choice dealt uncomfortable and nervous thoughts, the feeling that came over Optimus Prime would have been considered normal.
Only, in this case, the nervous sensations that filled his mind were more than understandable. On the front lines of the troops being sent to Tiger Pax was his son, Bumblebee. His figure was dwarfed by the forms of the formally trained soldiers by his sides, but the scout's courage and determination made him a giant compared to others. His baby blue eyes flickered over to meet his father's and he beamed, which Optimus returned with a nod and a rare smile—the kind he reserved only for the scout.
By his side, Ratchet pulled the lever for their space bridge. Simultaneously, Optimus watched as Bumblebee pulled up his mask, which completely hid his face—if it were not for his signature yellow uniform and blond locks escaping from under his cloaking hood, he would have been impossible to find among the vast mass of soldiers. The Prime peered at Ratchet for the green light. The medical and science expert examined the coordinates and then nodded at his commander.
"Autobots, move out!" Optimus ordered, watching intently as the small army rushed forward and disappeared into the portal. As the last line of troops disappeared, Ratchet deactivated the bridge and glanced over at his superior, who had his brow furrowed deeply.
"Optimus, Bumblebee is a strong, smart young borg, he'll be fine out there—he's the best scout we've ever had. You've trained him very well," Ratchet commented, hoping to ease some of the anxiety from the father. The dark haired borg peered at the medic and gave a slight smile and a nod.
"Thank you, old friend. You are right—Bumblebee will be fine."