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Post by Clearshot on Mar 23, 2014 12:46:36 GMT -5
Wandering the streets, oblivious to her surroundings, Clearshot was lost in thought over the growing hostilities between the Autobot and Decepticon factions.
She snorted in contempt.... Autobots! she thought to herself. So self righteous.
Scouling, she turned a corner into a back alley way, making her way back to her make-shift shelter. Tall for a female, coloured with copper hews mixed with greys, and with a medium build, she'd been a miner... until upper management decided it was in their best interests to close the mine and put hundreds out on to the street.
She'd have already joined the Decepticons if it wasn't for her paranoia, which had always served her quite nicely in the mines. Saved her on more than one occasion when cave ins started becoming a problem. She suspected stress from the layoffs meant sabotage from ex-employees.
She slowed her pace. Nothing better to do than roam the streets and hope.
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Post by Towreck on Mar 23, 2014 17:36:53 GMT -5
Bunker stepped off the ship, after Roll dismissed them. Bunker grumbled to himself as he looked around the hangar. "Well, that went...well." He said aloud to no one in particular. He began to think of something he could do to pass the time. His wings ached to get into the air, and it really seemed to call to him.
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Post by Volume on Mar 28, 2014 8:29:48 GMT -5
Volume transformed and followed Stealtread. "Stealtread wait!" She called out as she wished to know the outcome of the battle as well.
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