Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170914225332/@comment-27344811-20170915114855

Ryan nods. He jogs to Grievous.

"Sir, is everything alright?"

Nothng.

"If you feel like you're not appriciated here, you have come up with many good ideas; using Giratina to make diamonds, using Cybertronians to make our own robots-"

"I miss... I miss the battle itself. I- *hack*- have been contained in a chair for too long; I -*cough*- used to kill. Now, I just sit all day, wasting away."

Ryan follows G into his quarters, grabbing a bag of ice before it hits him. "Maybe you should talk to the Red leader?"

"That would be disrespectful."

Ryan sighs. "We're not too diferent, you know. We're both... strange. ​I was part of a trading company before, on a ship called the Aurora."

Grievous sits down. "Why doe sthat-"

"It crashed, sir. I had to hold out on my own and watch my only rescue die. I had to fight my way through creatures, bioengineering, and an alien disease. I had to build machinery, vehicles, and even a rocket just to escape. But to cure myself, i needed an alien enzyme." Ryan looks down at his hands and takes his gloves off. His fingernails seem somewhat sharp. "It changed me. Mutated parts of my body. My digestive system, my fingernails, my eyes.." He takes off his visor, once again revealing his orange eyes. "Funny, really. The more things change, the more they stay the same."