Everything is Quiet, The decepticons haven't attacked in weeks, Everyone are getting a little nerverse. They all know the decepticons will attack but they don't know when and where. For the past week Bumblebee has been missing in Decepticon terrortory, Out of communications. Everyone is worried and some autobots have been itching to get out and look for him. thats the scene, What will the Autobots do? 

Scattershot-M enters, full of restless energy.

Mirage strides into the room with his trademark aristocratic bearing. He notices Huffer's mumbling and turns to him, disdain on his features, "What's wrong with you this time, Huffer?" he asks, his voice precise and modulated, "Perhaps you think you need another refit."

huffer whines as he sees the others enter, "Why can't someone get Bumblebee? He could be dead by now."

Scattershot-M glances at the other Autobots, grunting a vague greeting.

Mirage blinks at Huffer and pauses for a moment. He glances round at Scattershot's grunted greeting, and then returns his attention to Huffer, "Why don't you ask mister Gung-Ho over there. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to fly into deciptibase, guns blazing."

huffer looks towards scattershot.

Scattershot-M gives the Aristocratic Autobot a grizzled grin. "I take that as a compliment, you 'lil snotty nosed snob"

Mirage raises an eyebrow at Scattershot, "Yes. I suppose you would."

huffer looks at scattershot and moans, "This is no smiling matter, one of our friends might be dead."

Scattershot-M snorts at Mirage then glances down at Huffer. "Who's laugin? Anyway let's get a move on so we can free him...on this side of the decade"

Mirage sighs, "We cannot, and indeed *should* not, do anything until Rodimus Prime gives us the order." He turns to Scattershot, "Even a... soldier such as yourself should appreciate the heirarchy we operate in."

huffer shakes his head and whines, "Thats dangerous, We can't loose you as well as Bumblebee.

huffer moans, "oh no He's gonna kill himself and I'm gonna haf to pick up the pieces."

Scattershot-M grunts. "Bah there's nothin' wrong with my methods!Why, it get's the job done.."

Mirage sighs yet again, "I really cannot be bothered arguing this with you. If you do so desparatley feel the need to be dissasembled by laser fire, be my guest."

Scattershot-M says, "Aw, cripes, stop whinin ya wee harlet!"

Mirage looks confused, "Harlet? Do you even know what that means?"

Rodimus Prime-M walks slowly looking at a datapad, Looking very worried, he does't look up from the pad and doesn't see anyone in the room.

Mirage politely clears his audio unit as Rodimus passes through the room. The sort of sound intended not to actually clear a blockage, but more to indicate, somewhat subtley, the presence of the throat and the person attached thereon.

Scattershot-M shrugs, not really caring what it meant.

Rodimus Prime-M looks up and says, "Any news?"

Scattershot-M straigtens slightly, after all he has *some* respect for Rodimus Prime.."Prime. Nothing new"

Mirage shakes his head, "I think we have to count Bumblebee as Missing in Action. No-one's seen any sign of him for days..." He shrugs, "Given the situation, it may be more appropriate to label him as Killed in Action."

Scattershot-M says, "Bah, you're quick on that one wheren't you? When i see his dead body i'll believe it..""

Mirage pointedly ignores Scattershot.

Scattershot-M says, "Just lemme at them cons an i'll bring im' back..""

Rodimus Prime-M looks at Mirage and says, "Never, He's still alive, I know it, The matrix knows it." he then turns around and says, "Sorry for snapping." he pauses for a moment and then says, "Ok, I can't just sit here and wait for a sweep to bring back his body." He thinks for another breef moment and then says, "Scattershot, Call the Protectobots and the Aerialbots, And get the rest of you team, I want them all ready for action in twenty minutes."

Scattershot-M brightens. "Yessir!"

Mirage mutters something unintelligable under his breath before saying, "Rodimus, this is foolishness. You are planning risk the lives of fifteen Autobots for nothing more than a *chance* to rescue but one of us."

Rodimus Prime-M hears what mirage says and says, "No, I'm risking the lives of 19, I want you to call Skylynx and Omega Supreme, They are coming with US!" He looks into Mirages optics.

Scattershot-M smirks.

Mirage stares back, and just about manages to keep the contempt from his eyes. "Very well. At least allow me to scout ahead. Whereas this blundering warmonger would happily charge towards the Decepticons waving his firestick, I would prefer to have a little intelligence beforehand."

Scattershot-M harumphs."BLUNDERING Warmonger? Prefer a little intelligence? Why i oughtta...!"

Rodimus Prime-M nods, "Thats why you are going, But you must take no chances, I know what the decepticons want. They want the Matrix.

Mirage rounds on Scattershot, his ice cool temprament in danger of melting, "You'll what? You'll hit me? Please, be my guest. You'll only be proving my point. I am sick of being surrounded by..." He spits the word out, "*people* like you who only want to kill and maim and destroy." He turns back to Rodimus, letting out a deep breath, "Specific orders please, if you would be so kind."

Rodimus Prime-M nods and says, "Calm down, I'm not going to fight, I'm taking the force so there is no need to fight. I will give Galvatron anything to get Bumblebee back. Even to the point of giving Galvatron the Matrix. I do not what to go there to fight, But if we must, we will win."

Springer-M walks into the main court yard of Autobot City, going over reports and work on a data pad.
<Guest> Optimus Prime-P has connected.

Mirage claps a hand to his head, "I don't believe this! You'll give him the Matrix?" He looks back up at Prime, "If Bumblebee could tell us what he wanted, he wouldn't want you to hand over the matrix in exchange for him! The Matrix is more important than any one of us."

Scattershot-M almost visibly fumes at Mirage.

Rodimus Prime-M shouts at scattershot, "Stand down Scattershot!" he then looks to mirage, "He is a good friend we need him back. But the matrix isn't what Galvatron what now, He want my head.

You say, "Then again, we cannot let him have it. You are not only our commander, you are our figurehead. If you are lost, so are we all."

Springer-M approaches, setting down his data pad. "What else is new? Maybe if he wants your head we should give it to him... or rather let Galvatron think that."

Scattershot-M crosses his arms, still fuming but at least not beating up Mirage, or shouting at him..he'll save that for later..

Scattershot'll have to find him first.....