The great autobot leader, Optimus Prime, watched the data pads closely.

His frame lightly creaked as he narrowed his optics, his 10 meter frame casted a slight shadow against the console.

The only part of his face showing were his optics, he rarely took his metal facial mask off.

He seemed almost, irritated. It was unusual for him to loose his temper. Though, when he does, it’s not pretty.

Back and forth, back and forth, his optics traced along the cybertronian words; which appeared like gibberish to the average person.

Yet he understood every word, and he seemed displeased.