Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20190821131249/@comment-27344811-20190824024426

(What eldritch artifact? Because lemme tell you, it ain’t the Dark star. I have the Dark Star and it is whole.'')

Eventually, the three would come across the Brig. Fawful is thrown inside.

“Man, I think we deserve soemthin’. We’ve gone through so much shit and we’re... well, a bit outdated.” Thrust shrugs.

“...moi? Outdated?? What are you talkinng about?"

"Jetstorm, I have a single wheel for moving and three-Pronged claws. You have no wrists. Tankor doesn’t even walk, despite having legs, and he rolls around like me!”

Jetstorm looks down at his lower arms. “...okay, you have a point. I assume you got something in mind?”

“Of course; compiled a playlist of Cybertronins with our alt modes. Thinkin’, “hey, we’re already a mass produced model, we can just make ourselves look like them!”. Plus, this one guy has a really cool bike mode...”

“Well then-“ jetstorm bows. “Lead the way, compadre!”

The three of them leave the area, leaving Fawful to his own devices.