Femmes of Cybertron 1

((Transformers: Prime, Omega-One outpost (Autobots base), Nevada. It was regular day: Autobots are going on the missions, working on the base, but there also was a room full of femmes. Even surprising ones.)) Arcee: she stays closer to the entrance, looking at other femmes with amused smirk, and one her servo at her hip. Elita-One: standing in the middle of room, with her arms crossed, her expression is seemingly proud and confident. Not like anyone expected to see her alive, and after so many years. Nautica: looking more fascinated and curious than ever, looking over Elita-One, standing next to her. "But… but how? Bots are not returning from the AllSpark, are they?" Chromia: crossed her arms, looking with suspicion at Elita-One. "Makeshift is dead by a few months. You're not a hologram. And I don't believe in ghosts..." Solus Prime: enters the room, towering over everyone, making other femmes stare absolutely stunned at her, in complete disbelief. Meanwhile, Creatrix slightly bowed in respectful manner. "Greetings. My name is Solus Prime." Windblade: even with her experiences with Titans, it's just too much. One of original Thirteen Primes? Creatrix Herself? Alive?! "W-w-what?!" Strongarm: looks completely bewildered and in awe at the sight of presenting unexpected guests, standing as straight as possible. "It's a honour to meet you once!"