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With no time to spare, Prism pushed herself away from the wall. She staggered into a sprint just before transforming, making her way from the wall of the hangar to the other end of the massive room. Her large, box-like vehicle mode wasn't build for speed, but she could still move at a decent pace. The bright blue lines and lights on the exterior of her vehicle made it seem as if she was moving faster than she actually was. She was meant for handling heavy weaponry, explosives, and cargo, not for getting from one end of the room to another in the blink of an eye. In time, she reached the doors that led to the little room that housed the controls, as well as many other things.  

She transformed out of her large vehicle mode and slowed to a halt. She stood just before the code-locked door that led into the security room that housed the bay door controls. Her hand moved forward, imputing the code into the small panel just next to the door before stepping inside. There was a small elevator that led up to the room itself, which was rather fast and took little to no time between floors. Fortunately, the security room also provided a video feed to the bay doors, which meant that she could see who was at the door before she let anyone in.

There were only two people at the door when she looked at the video feeds. Since the hangar was her home, she did what she could to keep everything in working condition, even if it wasn't her specialty. 

Prism sighed. There were two Decepticons and zero autobots. She could tell just by their appearances, and by the fact that she had never seen them before. Or had she seen them? Prism didn't know, and honestly couldn't find a reason to care if she had met them before or not. Whatever the case was, she pushed a buttom as she leaned towards a microphone that transmitted her voice outside.

[color=00aeef]"Well, two is better than one, and that's better than nothing. Come one in and make yourselves at home."[/color] Her tone was authoritative and calm, but had a light undertone to it that could barely be heard along with her smile. She pushed another button. This time, the doors to the hangar split slightly before sliding away from one another. The weight of the doors, as well as their state of repair, or lack thereof, caused them to move slowly. However, this did allow Prism to get back down to the ground to greet them before the doors were opened fully. 

She shifted out of her vehicle form again, looking at the two calmly. None of her weapon were deployed, but she was ready in the even that the 'Cons wanted to kill her and use her body for scrap metal. 

[color=00aeef]"Welcome to Iacon, I hope you enjoy your first time being here without being shot at."[/color] She smiled at them both, laughing a little at herself. She found it funny because she couldn't remember them, if she had seen them before, that is.