*Sigh* Sorry it took so long to post...

Optimus sat in the rec room, nervously fingering the paper in his servos.

The rec room was large, with workout equipment scattered around. It was brightly lit and had a row of chairs set up for him and the new recruits.

Jazz was already there, sitting next to him, doing his best to keep Optimus calm. It was a big day.

The door opened, and Optimus stood up to greet the new bot.

She was fairly short with tan and orange features, with bright blue optics and a small backpack stuffed to the brim with items of every shape and size. A necklace hung around her neck with a ancient symbol on it. She didn't look like a fighter, more like she had worked on a farm all her life.

"Hello," Optimus said with a warm smile. "Welcome. I am Optimus Prime, and this over there is Jazz. You are?" he asked, sitting back down. All the suspense was killing him.

"I'm Cheyenne," she said shyly.

"Nice to meet you. Take a seat if you like," Jazz said, leaning back on his chair so far he fell over and toppled on the floor. "Well. Not like that of course." He laughed and sat up.

Cheyenne smiled. "I'll keep that in mind." Cheyenne sat down with the backpack.

After a few minutes the door opened again and two mechs walked in to the room, with tired looks in their eyes.

The first one was about regular size when It came to Cybertronians, with a rather healthy look and a pretty powerful build for running or pulling heavy objects. He as white with orange details and blue optics like most of the bots Optimus had met on the Autobot team.

The second bot was huge and bulky, with strong arms that could have picked up the other mech up if he had wanted too. Scars made his whole frame glint partly grayish on the jet black paint job. Thick armor made him look twice the size he really was, but that really wouldn't have mattered; he would have looked threatening anyway. Two huge cannons sat on his arms and 3 more were strapped to his back. A large suitcase dragged behind him.

"Hey there!" Jazz said with an extremely wide smile that made the two new bots visibly uncomfortable.

"Um... Hi..." the orange and white bot said, walking over to a chair near the back of the rows. The other mech fallowed him quietly.

"What's your names?" Optimus asked, standing up and walking over. "I'm Optimus Prime by the way. Those two over there are Jazz and Cheyenne."

"The big brute over there is Ironhide. I'm Ratchet." The orange mech said as he sat down.

"Are you two brothers?" Jazz asked looking between the two.

This time it was Ironhide who spoke up. "No, we just happened to be on the same Airbus." He said as he sat down a few chairs away.

Optimus sat down in his chair. "We have to wait for two more. Jetfire and Wavelight."

The door creaked open again and a bright blue bot with slim features walked in.

She was femme with short and thin armor, a little shiny, obviously covered in water/energon/liquid resistant coating. About half a dozen or so hand bags were tied to her back, and a surf board was in her hand. She also had two strange wing-like things coming out if her back, almost like stabilizing fins.

"Hello... I'm Wavelight." She said with as she walked over to one of the front seats.

Behind her the door opened again and a tall and healthy seeker walked in after her. He was dark green with a red visor and white face plates that covered his mouth. His wings were large and long, and his alt-mode was clearly visible in them. A freight carrying seeker, then, who had large alt-modes made to carry heavy loads.

Jazz smiled and winked at Wavelight. "Hello Wavelight."

Optimus looked over at the other bot. "You must be Jetfire." He said, beckoning him over. "Well, looks like we are ready to begin."

There were murmurs from the bots.

"Do you all know why you're here? What you are going to be?" Jazz asked was he swiftly and smoothly walked over to Optimus Prime.

All the bots nodded.

"Good." Optimus said with a smile.

"When will be matched with our companions?" Jetfire asked

"Oh, good question! I have an even better answer! Right now!"

"Now?" Ironhide grumbled. "It's almost midnight!"

"I think that's the point" Cheyenne said as she stood up. "It was a tradition."

Optimus walked to the door. "Thank you... Cheyenne? I did not know that, I too was a bit wary about why this HAD to happen at midnight. Please leave your bags here, we will be getting them later after we get our dogs."