Stormfront stands, looking at maps of the simulated area, projected over the main table. His vantage point has him looking way down on it, but he seems to be getting what he needs out of the simulation while waiting for the expected company after the meeting was requested. Nova Black enters the war room. She hasn't been in it, and seeing the projections of great Decepticon warriors fills her with a sudden surge of purpose. She salutes Stormfront respectfully, but can't quite keep her wings from twitching. Nova Black winces. "You've got a point. I hadn't thought about that."