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Autobot Camp Nu.2
Action-Shot paced, bored out of his processor, the younger Bot was aching for action. But his team rarely saw the kind of action he wanted. They were not part of The Prime’s team. Located on Earth, yes, but not where Optimus Prime’s group was at. Besides, the mission they had on Earth was likely to be short.
Still, Action-Shot wished to join with Optimus Prime. At least then he’d get more action in this war effort. The idleness bored him half to death.
“Yo... Action-Shot... how are ya holding up? Itching for more action, huh?” G.T. teased him. He was also a younger Bot (though only marginally older than Action-Shot was). The bright orange Ferrari 288 G.T.O was cheery, and openly friendly, often teasing his fellow Autobots, and his love of teasing the bright red Pontiac Firebird Trans Am GTA was no different.
“Yeah.. you know how it is, G.T. I’m bored with this waiting around and doing hardly anything. It’s so dull. You know what I mean, right?”
“Yes, of course I do. But relax, Hydraul will have the plans together soon. He’s reporting to Optimus at the moment. And getting further directions, no doubt, too.”
“Yeah.... sure. Just wish we could get some actual action. There must be ‘Cons out here too... even if this is a rather middle-of-nowhere part of Earth!”
“Well, we have the green light to go ahead with the plan...” Hydraul rumbled, still mulling over the conversation he had just finished with Prime. The big black Rambo Lambo (an LM002) announced as he strode into the lounge room that his younger compatriots were occupying.