The Start of Something Interesting...

[lastonepercent]

The day was calm, with no recent Decepticon attacks, and none suspected to be incoming for some time.  The cons were too busy licking their wounds from the last battle, one that the Autobots had decidedly come out ahead on.  The celebrations had gone on long into the night and the recreation room was already a mess.

Thus, it was the perfect chance for a lone Autobot to slip casually outside.

Mirage had no shift currently scheduled, so he was free to spend his time as he pleased.  He certainly made no move to hide his departure, greeting his comrades in the halls on the way out, but the box in his hands remained unopened despite any passing curiosity.  It was quietly shifted into subspace before long, and  the former noble shifted into alt mode just as smoothly when he reached the doors.  Despite the completely inappropriate earthen race car mode, the mech had little trouble self-adjusting before driving off into the forest covering the mountain, for business unknown...

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[lastonepercent]

"That is not why-" Mirage sputtered, ire-risen voice lost under Cliffjumper's own rant.

He'd hoped the minibot would understand something of his own internal conflict - and yet once again, he'd underestimated the little menace!

"You don't understand a damned thing!"

Vocalizer hissing static in indignation, Mirage was left alone in the room, half-risen out of his chair in his fury.

Letting out a roar of frustration, Mirage backhanded his chair aside - knocking it right over and against the wall - and stormed out. He was invisible before he'd gone three steps into the hall, refusing to allow his ire to become the subject of gossip and speculation yet again.

He headed opposite of the direction of Cliffjumper's stomping, determined to avoid the little glitch for as long as possible.