The woman held her chin high as the resounding voices of the warriors, with their their fists and weapons held high, shouted and rallied up their combined energies. They were feeding off of each other as an electric charge clung strongly to the air, the fury of their excitement producing and extraordinary feeling. Despite her initial worry for the young troops, Jaquelin felt a sort of confidence and pride in them now that she could see them together and hear their battle cries. Of course she refused to let this show other than the strong way that she held herself.
Colonel Anderson looked over at the two men as General Wyman spoke to the lieutenant, waiting for her superior to explain what they would be doing. As far as she knew, he had completely rejected her plan and was still going with his idea. She could care less now; she didn't want to go into battle with conflicting anger clouding her judgement.
Jeremy looked down at Ava with a frown, feeling the way she was shaking from her coughing. "Hang in there, Ava. We'll be at the Autobot base soon." he assured her, holding her closer to him as she had another choking fit of coughs. He pursed his lips together, not liking the way she was sounding. She could be getting pneumonia, or worse, a reaction from the energon. It wasn't uncommon for slaves to get sick and stay at home but die from a cause other than just a cold or the flu.
Legacy made a sort of 'hmm' sound as she folded her arms over her chest. "Don't worry, Bud. We'll find somewhere to stop soon and I'll make a fire for ya. That sound good?" she asked the mech, looking up at him with a soft grin. It didn't take long before a sort of clearing stood before them, trees forming around a flat piece of land in a crescent shape. The Techo looked over at the two Autobots. "This looks like a good place to stay. What do you guys think?" she inquired.