The six-strong group quickly made it out of the underground riverway with little to no distractions.

No one misbehaved if they were following Cleancut.

Everyone knows not to piss off the medic.

Clambering out the water they prepared for their next move, which to some, meant splitting up.

"Right, see you shitwanks later, I'm off!" Ripraider made a mock salute as he wiped off the last drops of water clinging to his frame.

"No, no you're not!" Guiltaur jumped in front of the sniper "We have to drop this off and go for our evaluation!"

"We don't need fuckin' SIX of us to go drop one sample off!" Ripraider snapped back

"You still need your assessment!" Guiltaur was the first to drop into a snarl

"No, YOU can go get the assessment 'leader' and then YOU can go think about YOUR fuck-upperies while I go!"

Guiltaur growled angrily

"You're coming too! This is a team mission!"

"Yeah? How 'bout you make me?" Ripraider took a step forward, while everyone else watched silently through a mixture of cowardice and morbid curiosity to see what would happen.

Until a glowing, green shard of rock was shoved between them.

"Listen boys, I know at least seven ways to embed this deep within your olfactory sensors, so if you behave yourselves this will all go quicker and we can all GO quicker, okay?" Cleancut's voice lowered itself and a vague hint of an accent danced across her tone.

Guiltaur huffed and crossed his arms looking the other way as Ripraider stepped back.

"Good, Ripraider can go take his useless confrontational aft elsewhere and Guiltaur? Like Optimus would want all six of us bundled up into his Office, really now?"

"Yeah! There's no need to fight here, that's what we don't want" Sandpiper only put himself in the situation now it was defused "Peace and tranquillity right?"

"Oh Primus, shut up" Ripraider abandoned the group as fast as his legs could carry him.

Guiltaur turned to look at the rest of his group, hopeful in their cooperation.

Icebreaker wobbled under his gaze and started to slink away

"Yeah, uhm, I wasn't really a big part of this, I, uh, probably failed my assessment, so, yeah… I'll go… Bye" he mumbled away.

Rockhopper waved and scuttled away too.

With a resigned sigh, Guiltaur glanced between the two remaining team members.

"You're going to leave now?" he huffed.

"Oh no" Sandpiper put his hands together "I think I will assist Cleancut in taking the sample to Scope! Maybe I can talk to him"

Cleancut stifled a groan

"Damn, let's make this quick as possible then" She hissed.

With that, the last three parted ways and headed to different places of Cybertron.

"My friend…" Sandpiper smiled dreamily ignoring the pained expression that graced Cleancut's face. "You seem to get annoyed and stressed quickly, may I recommend some Chamomile?"

"I just don't tolerate morons well" Cleancut put an emphasis on 'morons' wondering if Sandpiper would figure out she didn't want to hear his blabbering.

"I just think we could benefit from the wonderful array of organic plants on Earth, I can easily make you some lavender oil to relax you!"

"Yes, the properties of organic plants are really going to work on us in-organic beings! Aren't YOU the one that ended up being dragged to Cybertron whimpering with a case of Cyber-Fleas so bad your paint had peeled?" Cleancut snapped, not wanting to hear about Sandpipers excessively sappy view of Earth and organic life, especially not after listening to unnecessary arguments that she knew she'd have to hear about all over again later.

"Well.. I… uh..." Sandpiper backed down a little, remembering how he somehow managed to get Cyber-fleas on Earth.

A place where they shouldn't even exist, it was embarrassing.

Cleancut didn't glance back at her partner, never getting the chance to witness the brief sad expression Sandpiper quickly shoved away, returning to his usual gentle smile.

Perceptor's abode sat near the old Space Bridge originally used by the Decepticons prior to Unicron's assault on Cybertron.

The Bridge itself had been crushed but a decent portion of the tower remained and had been reconstructed, initially to be a new Bridge but it was scrapped and the Bridge was placed elsewhere in a more open less-rubble filled portion of the city.

The tower became a simple tower and Perceptor lived in one of the buildings at its base, not that Perceptor used the tower much at all.

The Autobots didn't have the benefit of an entire team of talented, dedicated builders like the Decepticons had and so only the more commonly used portions of the city looked fresh.

The doorframe was peeling a little paint and slanted slightly. Albeit that was because Scope tried 'improving' it with one of his own makes, something Perceptor had encouraged, then promptly removed immediately when the device almost had the door lop someone's servos off.

With her free hand, Cleancut pounded heavily on the door.

Sandpiper winced a little bit with each thud as the door rattled, she was strong, unlike him.

Muffled clattering gave way to a chipper grin when the door slid back to show Perceptor.

"Oh my! To what do I owe this visit?" his knees bent a little as he went from face to face, greeting his young visitors.

"We'd like to see Scope if he's about" Cleancut had a wide smile on her face as if she hadn't been remotely irritated all day, quickly stifling her grouchy mood.

"Oh yes! He's here" Cleancut didn't lose her pleasant smile even as Perceptor spoke, of course he was there, he barely left "I'll go get him"

"No need" Cleancut stopped him "We want to give him something, in that tower I assume?"

"Oh, of course" Perceptor stepped back allowing the two in.

Elsewhere, Guiltaur stood in front of a door.

An assessment for their mission.

An assessment no doubt based on what Firewall had written, her job had been to collect all records of the area to find out if there were any old security systems in the tunnels on the off-chance they encountered them.

After that, she had no doubt kept tabs on everything that happened and had already delivered the notes to a 'superior officer'.

She was strict and harsh.

This probably won't go well.

Guiltaur tapped gently on the door hoping Optimus wouldn't hear him, or better yet just not be there.

He really hoped so, he didn't want an assessment, not now, maybe after a few minutes to calm himself he'd want it.

The first mission he had organised completely without a single bit of help from anyone else, not once did he ask anyone else for their input it was totally 100% organised by him.

And his fault if it was a failure.

"Yes? Do come in" Guiltaur swore in his head but went forward, slowly pushing the non-automated door open and shuffling inside.

"Ah! Guiltaur my boy! How can I help you?" Optimus sat at a desk with an array of papers in front of him, there was a lot of paperwork recently.

Some race called the 'Oogooszi' had been messaging Cybertron with requests for trading and other various things. It didn't help that these Oogooszi didn't seem to have much of a recognisable chain-of-command and it was hard to tell which Oogooszi to reply to, or if the same one would reply.

From what Guiltaur had seen they were also pretty lax, friendly and informal in their messages which didn't help.

Optimus seemed glad to shove the papers to the side and change the subject for a while.

Despite a mask covering his face, Guiltaur could feel the pride radiating from a smile directed at him.

It made the impending review more daunting.

"We… Collected a sample of the pollutant reported by the Dinobots" Guiltaur straightened himself up, he had to be professional for this.

He had to try anyway.

"Ah, excellent! What was it? I had wondered if there was a leak in a pipeline somewhere, something insignificant maybe" Optimus leant back in his chair but didn't lose his smile.

"Oh…" Guiltaur could feel the nagging urge to shrink away "We don't know just yet, Cleancut has taken a sample to Scope for analysis"

"Oh! Excellent! I had spoken to Perceptor earlier, I was hoping he'd be included in this"

"Y-yes he should have the sample by now, we'll know soon enough!" Guiltaur slapped a grin onto his face, so far nothing bad had happened.

"Wonderful. Now, Guiltaur, you know I can't give you any exceptions in this review..." Optimus spoke up again and Guiltaur felt his Spark make a personal visit to the floor "I have been given observational notes by Firewall, you took a team of six into the tunnels, tunnels that were already mapped"

"Ah, yes?" Guiltaur bit his lip plate.

"And you also had two on the surface, one keeping radio contact"

"Yes I did"

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why did you have so many in the tunnels with you? As well as keeping one on the radio AND having another person, who might I add, only had a short small role in the mission and was not given anything else to do"

"Oh, aaaah, well… Well! That's perfectly simple!" Guiltaur wasn't sure what he was about to say but the words were there and his processor thought they were good enough to go "I wanted to include everyone in this mission, but it was such a simple, easy mission! So I tested how everyone would handle working in a large team while also having little to do themselves! To see how they'd handle such a small simple role, this would mean I could see if they would begin to slack off if they felt their role was 'over' or not"

"Hm" Optimus thought over his words "That is an interesting thought pattern for this mission"

"Yes, I felt it would be good to see how people would handle having such a simple task!" Guiltaur had felt the stream of words finish and now he had to think of what to say next "Y'know, so I could see who would use it as an excuse to mess about or who would think or ask about what else they could do… and stuff..."

Silence hung in the air for a good few moments and Guiltaur had to push his knees together to stop them from wobbling.

"An interesting move, I can't really fault it, after all you were successful! There will be many times when the answer to a problem is something strange or convoluted!" Primes face lit up with another smile "I haven't fully read through Firewall's notes anyway! No chance" He gestured roughly to the Oogooszi papers.

Guiltaur let out a mix between a wheeze and sigh at the good result.

It must have been a bit loud as Optimus responded with a chuckle.

"Oh dear, were you worried all this time I would be disappointed in you?" Optimus stood up and pushed his chair away "Please don't fret, we all learn from mistakes, not victories"

"Yeah" Guiltaur let out a light chuckle as if it helped and not like he was still going to worry excessively next time he got 'reviewed'.

Optimus cocked his head slightly but quickly sidled up to Guiltaur putting his arm around the young mech.

"Come on now, I can read it in full later, how about we take a break from all this paperwork and play some Basketball, hm?"

Guiltaur perked up a little, he did enjoy that

"Yeah, I'd like that".