Outside Metroplex
*If anyone asks, Rodimus has the fact that he's been coordinating repairs between the Dis and the EDC as an excuse for why he's driving slowly. The fact that Galvatron's half-slagged, limping along in midair at his bumper has absolutely nothing to do with his pace whatsoever.*
*Nevertheless, he's never been so glad to see the massive gates of Metroplex. He quickens his engine just a little before catching himself, forcing himself to continue at the same slow, steady pace until they reach the bridge.*
Metroplex, stand down.
*As the doors yawn open, Rodimus transforms and scans the sky over his shoulder, waiting for a familiar blue shape.*
*Nevertheless, he's never been so glad to see the massive gates of Metroplex. He quickens his engine just a little before catching himself, forcing himself to continue at the same slow, steady pace until they reach the bridge.*
Metroplex, stand down.
*As the doors yawn open, Rodimus transforms and scans the sky over his shoulder, waiting for a familiar blue shape.*