"Megatron's made a very big mistake, people," Cheetor announced to the crowd of gathered Maximals. Recent scans have shown a minimal increase in his fluctuation sensor output. We haven't seen this kind of activity for a while. We assume it's because he's been working with automated systems. This change can mean one of two things: there's a change in the atmosphere, or Megatron himself is active again. Either way, he was clumsy. We saw. I want every unit monitoring these reading whilst on duty. If you're not on duty, make it your hobby. Dismissed."
Without another word, Cheetor strode to the command console and typed away.
"You heard the boss," Greyback stated, when the response in the room was silence. "Back to your posts everyone. If you're not doing anything, we could all use a little help. I'll start setting up a rota so we're not all looking at the same thing."
Greyback moved opposite Cheetor on the console and began drawing up a schedule. Optimus saw him whisper something to the cat. When he did not respond, he knocked hard on the console. This snapped Cheetor out of his concentration, much to his grievance. What followed was a short but tense non-verbal argument, coupled with sharp gestures to the crew and furrowed brows. Cheetor turned and cleared his throat.
"Sorry everyone. I know it's been a particularly tough couple of stellar cycles. But I know we'll pull together. Like we always do. I appreciate what you all do, and the dedication you put into every day. And I mean that. I promise I haven't been coerced into saying this." He smirked slightly, and there was a wave of soft chortles in response. The mood lifted instantly.