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| FortMax | May 10 2016, 06:32 PM Post #1 |
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Enforcer of the Tyrest Whatever
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The hangar was deserted. Whatever security that was usually stationed there- assuming that there was any at all- was nowhere to be found. This...did not go unnoticed. At first, it seemed too fleeting to be worth the risk. They would be back soon enough, right? Better safe than sorry, anyways. Fort Max quickly ducked out of the hangar, doing her best to go unapproached on the way back to the busier areas of the ship. You could only wander alone with your curiosity for so long before you gave into it, however. Fort Max returned, still hoping to go unnoticed- though that was a bit difficult when you were 3x the size of the average Cybertronian. The hangar was still abandoned, even after a quick sweep for any hidden 'bots. This was meant to be. With as much stealth as a massive tank could muster, Fort Max approached the Rod Pod slowly. It glistened, like a freshly-lacquered Dorito™ on the centerpiece of a lazy art project about Capitalism or something. Whatever, Doritos™ could have many meanings. With one giant hand, Fort Max did what she was destined to do, yet forbidden by virtue from ever attempting before: she touched the Rod Pod. |
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| rodimus | May 10 2016, 10:00 PM Post #21 |
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Co-Captain
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Rodimus continued his pathetic sound. It was, as those around him and he himself were beginning to realize, not entirely unlike a car alarm. Magnus was helping, she really was, in her own way, and Rodimus appreciated the gesture. "All of them have a special place in my spark. It's unreplaceable to me, Magnus." He sat up, crossing his legs criss-cross-applesauce and pouting with his face resting in his hands. Magnus was still patting him on the head. |
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| magmims | May 10 2016, 10:16 PM Post #22 |
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Executive Officer
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The patting seemed to be helping, so she continued. "Well, because of its apparent sentimental value, it may be possible to repair it, at least somewhat." She looked at the Rod Pod, which was fairly well-crumpled, and winced. "Or... at least... parts of it could be used to help make a new one?" |
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