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[optimustic]

[ A robot just died outside the Mess Hall. What do you do? ]

((open to anyone!))

Comments

[autoeroticar]

Here?!

[imaginemyhorror]

Y-yes, here. In camp.

[autoeroticar]

Then retrieving your own T-cog should be no problem.

[imaginemyhorror]

Yes, were it not regretfully destroyed by those insolent little fleshbags!

[autoeroticar]

Then it's only fair to take an equivalent part from them.

[imaginemyhorror]

I think vengeance can wait until I'm fixed, thank you.

[autoeroticar]

[Fuck vengeance, I just want to cut up some squishy things.]

... Yes. Well. I suppose.

[imaginemyhorror]

[ewww, steal human kidneys in your own time]

For now, there's only the problem of the Prime in our way.

[autoeroticar]

Is he planning on keeping the body as a trophy of war? He didn't seem the type.

[imaginemyhorror]

It would seem his Autobot sentiments have led him to actually mourn the demise of our leader.

[clearly amused by this]

[autoeroticar]

They are a sentimental lot. But! He surely won't deny us the right to give our illustrious leader a ... proper memorial.

[imaginemyhorror]

If there's one single thing not to underestimate here, it's his stubbornness.

[autoeroticar]

You want the T-cog, you get the donor.

[imaginemyhorror]

Fine. But be ready for anything.

[autoeroticar]

Of course.

[By "be ready" you of course mean "be ready to transform and flee at high speeds, abandoning Starscream at the first sign of things going badly" right? Right.]