The base is calm, monitors humming quietly. The sound of tools clinking echoes from one corner as the Autobots and their human allies pass the time.

Ratchet: adjusting something on the console with a huff “Honestly, if I’m the only one who ever maintains this equipment, it’s no wonder it malfunctions every cycle.”

Bulkhead: leaning back against a wall with a grin “Relax, Doc-Bot. It’s downtime. You should try it sometime.”

Miko: strumming her guitar off to the side “Yeah, Ratchet, maybe you’d be less cranky if you rocked out with me.”

Bumblebee beeps a cheerful reply, earning a laugh from Raf, who’s typing away on his laptop nearby.

Arcee: crossing her arms, leaning against the wall “Don’t bother. He’s welded to that console.”

Jack: glances up from his phone with a smirk “She’s not wrong.”

The moment is calm—rare peace in the war. Optimus is out on a mission at the moment, never really seeming to take the time off.