Aug. 29th, 2016

commandermodesty: (listening)
Well this could have gone better. Silently glaring down the halls, optic band light casting an eerie glow on the metal the large mecha gave a frustrated growl. His size wasn't helping him right now, which it usually did. But this wasn't a planned detour.

"The things I do." Splitting into his separate components he took a moment to readjust to having multiple inputs before each form carefully navigated into the hallway, each still big enough it was a tight fit. But at least now he could get in.

"I swear, if there isn't anything in this forsaken place to report to Prime at this point I'm going to be rather displeased."

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