OOC: I have to go, too.
"Which I'm sure will only get him into trouble in the future."
"Pfft, he deserved it. Attacking our employer like that. Besides, he'll still be at least a touch back to his old ways till he calms down." Savage replied.
Codex meanders outside the fortified cave
OOC: You mean their lair.
OOC: uh huh, sure
"But that's not gonna stop him;" said the officer, "I will accept the consequences if Diacon blames me for him using this skill to concoct a new style of escapes."
Firestorm calls the elevator to the floor where the designated platform was.
"Where are you taking me." Dynamo inquired.
There was no response, the line wasn't there anymore.
OOC: Dynamo isn't talking to the Decepticons
"Apparently to Vandal city, otherwise I have no idea!" Savage said, giving a small spin and bow as grinned 'playfully' towards Dynamo.
"And who are you suposed to be?"
"Savage, fighter galore, all around physical worker and one of the most feared, or at least highly disliked, individuals in all factions, especially Predacon!" He replied in a cheerful tone.
"Pleasure to meet you, though I can't say I've heard of you. "
"Eh, too bad, but does make sense. They don't really want me in the news-feeds that much, better to keep me out of 'em! Lets 'em better enforce their restrictions that way!" He replied, tilting his head back in a a cackle, his fangs visible.
She sat on a hill, thinking
Mordo was bored.
"Why?""He is in prison.""What?""For a mouth. Don't worry.""Anyway, can you come here for a sec?""Why?""We need you here.""Ugh, fine!"
Ironclad turns and holds out his hand. He says nothing more, sure that Dynamo wouldn't believe him.
Back in the prison, Bootleg was milling about.
Dynamo frowned and shook the hand.
"When we get to Vandal, the Decepticons will fix your jets and send you back to the Empire in short order. I have no intention of brainwashing you, as you seem to believe."