Ironhide approached a table, where five Autobot sergeants gathered around a meeting table. The Autobot military strategist, Prowl, the Autobot scout, Hound, the Protectobots' leader, Hot Spot, and the boisterous Warpath. And standing in front of the table, was the Autobot leader himself... Optimus Prime. Optimus was much bigger than the other Autobots in the room, his chest resembling the front of COE semi-truck, smokestacks upon his block-shaped shoulders. The top half of his body was mostly red, while his hands, along with his legs and feet, were blue. Standing next to Optimus, was the first-lieutenant Jazz, a mostly white Autobot, his chest the shape of his sports car-mode, with blue and red stripes. Both of them turned to face the others, Optimus stepping closer to the table,
"Autobots, I have called you here to discuss your next assignments." Optimus began, "Decepticon activity has become two times higher than usal. And I sense they're planning something." Optimus turned to face a console at the bac of the room, pressing a few buttons before a map appeared on screen. There were red dots scattered across. Optimus turned again, "These red spots indicate the locations of all Decepticon sightings over the past week. And Jazz and I have noticed a pattern." Jazz joined Optimus in explaining the situation,
"It seems the 'Cons are targetting Earth's main power supply. From the Hoover Dam, to a powerplant just a few miles north of here." Jazz followed-up,
"And thanks to some research from Wheeljack and Perceptor, rocket fuel and ruby crystals are another good source of energy." Optimus continued, "And thanks to this information, we our able to predict the Decepticons' next move." two more dots appeared on the map, these ones blinking blue,
"So, where do we come into the mix?" Hot Spot asked,
"Glad you asked that," Jazz began, "You're gonna split up into two groups, and travel to these coordinates. With some more troops, of course."
"Sounds good to me." Hound said,
"Yeah. As long as I get to blow somethin' up, KABLAM!" Warpath added,
"Great. You will be put into groups now." Optimus said.
"Alright, 'Bee. You're good to go." Ratchet said, helping Bumblebee up from the table. Bumblebee emitted a beeping noise from his mouth, probably trying to say thank you,
"Don't mention it. Juts, try not to get yourself into anymore trouble." the medic grinned, Bumblebee nodding, "And, I would advise staying away from battle until you fully recover." Ratchet turned back to his computer...
