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To those not in the know it might have appeared a jumbled group that moved off to follow Herald Galvatron across the link and into Tenebris. But Optimus was privy to the conversations going on within fields as well as Primus’s commentary. He agreed quickly that Wing was to stay close, he had observed the mech’s agility and knew that close quarters was no problem for him, while Yevok was to pair with Shifter, Cyclonus quickly joining them in the back, Glavatron took the lead with Megatron keeping close.
Tenebris was amused, keeping his plans on separating Optimus Prime from his guards away from Lux, though he suspected the other had a fair idea of his plans anyway.
Shifter would be easy to convince to assist and would be able to explain things so the large knight would not panic unduly. Galvatron… He might suspect already, but he would not interfere and should help with distracting the Lord Protector. That just left the smaller knight. Tenebris was not sure of his plans there, he would wait and see. Either way all groups would meet back up, just at different times.
Wing found it strange to walk the corridors of another Metrotitan. The feel was almost the same as inside Lux and yet not. The subtle play of the immense personal field they were in was different, it held a slightly menacing edge, violence, temper broiling under the surface of it and it lacked the nurturing quality that Lux’s field held.
Megatron and Galvatron treated each other with a sort of sword edge respect. Neither was going to start anything… yet. Mind, neither intended to do any harm, of permanence, it was the sort of tension that all warbuilds experienced when meeting someone of equal rank. The anticipation of the challenge of sorting out who was just that little bit better. So they opticed each other and spoke very stiltedly to each other.
Optimus found himself in a strange sort of nervousness. He did not feel to be in any danger himself, but it felt like Tenebris was planning something and the Matrix was mostly silent, watchful.
Optimus slid slightly closer to Wing about the same time he heard a cut off curse which caused them both to pause.
The group was moving fairly close together, so it took a little for Tenebris to find the right moment, blocking off right behind the Prime moments before closing in front of him right on the new Protectors heels. There were some limitations to his plan, and this was the main one, the individual cut off sections he could make had a minimum size.