Nightfall was sitting with Optimus, discussing things. The other Autobots were either chatting or sparing. Dreads was showing Crosshairs his favorite pistols, Bull was getting ready to spar with Hound, and Titanius was chatting with Drift.

"Come at me, Hound," Bull taunted, in his rough accented voice. Hound narrowed his optics, lunging forward. Bull reached high above Hound's head, bringing his large fist down on Hound's head. He knocked the chubby Autobot down to the ground, stunned. Bull roared him triumph, steam and spit coming out of his mouth. He looked down at Hound, extending a large hand for his aid. Hound took it, getting pull up to his feet.   

Dreads laughed at Hound. "Figures that Bull beat you, Hound." He smiled at him, twirling his pistols and putting them back into their holsters.

Titanius looked over, irritated. "I'm not fixing up any one who gets hurts doing stupid things." Dreads rolled his optics.

"We know," he growled. "You don't have to tell us every time."

Titanius sneered, crossing his arms. "I wouldn't have to, if you weren't such a bolthead!" Dreads whipped out his pistols, aiming them at the medic. The medic's arm turned into a cannon, ready to fire.

"Titanius! Dreads! Knock it off!" Nightfall snapped. She shoved the two quarreling Mechs away from each other. "We are at peace here. Relax."