Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27661770-20171222012310/@comment-27344811-20171222185902

Onslaught gos into his robot mode; the missle pods become his legs while the undercarrage forms his upper body.

"Starting to think you wouldn't show." The rusian-accented tactician raises his helmet, giving Sari a glimpse of his yellow optics. "You cause quite the trouble, Sari Sumdac, but know this- mess with one of the Combaticons..." Onslaught takes a shotgun out. "...you mess with all of us." He runs forward and fires off a few blasts.

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If Efgeiz rummages around, he'll find some.. interesting things in a mercenary's possesion; poetry, lyrics to songs, a few book asbout various empires, along with a datapad that has various video files.

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Barricade calls for the trolls.