Elita-1

Cybertron. Autobot Central Command Base. "No, not this way..." Elita-1 murmurs, her gaze fixed on the map in the room, having crossed a series of red 'X's, where Decepticon bases were suspected to be, but she still had to formulate a combat strategy, and that, well, that would take some time. "...Hmph?" Elita-1 hears something, footsteps approaching down the corridors. With a certain patience, and with practiced skill, she grabs her energy blaster, slowly approaching, blaster in hand. Just as the footsteps get closer, and seem to arrive... "HANDS UP! Identify yourself!" Elita-1 points to the source of the footsteps, the blaster aimed at the target's head, even though the target was simply Vous, an ally. "...Ah, sorry, Vous, forgive me, I've been very focused on the missions..." Elita-1 lowers the weapon, looking somewhat embarrassed by the attempt at self-defense. "But I have no excuse." "What brings you here? I thought the others would be celebrating and taking the day off after the success of the last missions." Elita-1 comments, slowly walking back to the central table, her gaze returning to the map.