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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."

Date: 2016-08-30 05:09 am (UTC)
2b_a_hero: (Arms crossed)
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There is that, and Optimus will take anything he can get.

"I don't mind at all. You're on an organic world called Earth. Unfortunately, the natives are hostile to our kind, and rightly so. A large portion of their planet has been...cyberformed, transformed from dirt and organic life to metal, more like our world, which for them is a horrific thing, in many ways. And it's spreading. We don't yet know how or why - it's one of the things we're working on. I'd guess you came here through the space bridge room?"

There's more, a lot more, but he'll pause to confirm that. Well, not so much confirm as give himself a point of believability from which to continue.

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