Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20180424021225/@comment-27344811-20180428002510

Astrotrain knows.

He's shaking.

"nononononnonononno... nnooooononononnonoonooooooo...."

The jet going to a tank answers his question.

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"Aw wow that's not like him." Cell deduces.

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Dragoto speaks. "Hello, Mordred. I'm aware you are thinking this is desertion. Well... look at it this way. Your crew... some of them share your distaste for Arthur, and because we were his closest men, he associates him with us. Especially the one with the flail, he.. he looks angry, and I may know why. Back on the point, I think it would be best if we dissapeared for a while. Wait for things to settle down... besides, these two actually did want to desert. It took me enough convincing to have them go to the "base" on Popstar instead. Don't worry, I will keep you informed. And, Mordred?.... I don't care what Falspar and Nonsurat say.. I'm proud of you. You may call me crazy for being proud of what you've done, but I am. You've proven them wrong, my pupil... and I am glad. You will make a far better King than Arthur ever did- after all he landed us in huge debt... I believe it is time for us to go. I will communicate with you soon."

There's a thunk and the sound of footsteps. "He just-" Axe is back. "He just took my communicator, sir, and their ship is leaving- what do we do-"

"HOW ABOUT YOU STOP TALKING SO YOUR G.D. BAGPIPES STOP BREAKING THE AUDIO" Sailor Dee screams at him.