Rodimus paced back and forth while Kup fired up his new cy-gar and filled Ironhide in on what had happened to Optimus. Bumblebee seemed content to sit back and calibrate his sensors as he scanned the water around them. “No, sir, I don’t like it,” Ironhide said as he checked the dropship’s security systems. Any unauthorized intruder who had the ill-advised idea of trying to steal the ship would be in for a big surprise. “What do you think is wrong with Optimus?” Rodimus asked. “No clue, kiddo,” Kup said. “Hopefully the sawbones will figure it all out.” Then, seeing how worried Rodimus looked: “Honestly, it’s probably nothing.” “Of course it’s nothing,” Ironhide said with his usual bluster. “Optimus is a Prime, and there’s nothing that can stop a Prime. You can take that to the credit depository!” “There’s something about this place that rankles my olfactory sensors,” Rodimus said. “These fish-bots seem friendly enough,” Kup offered. “Sure they seem friendly, but what do we really know about them?
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