“Pardon?” Asked Dire, concerned.
Loudmouth sides in the bridge, piloting the ship. The wars over, can’t everyone get that through their head. He thinks as he clenches his fist.
“Good night!”
“Right. I guess. Uh, bye, fellow Autobot.” Lied Direwolf.
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Flashback wakes up and hops off his recharge slab. He walks with a limp on his back left foot, as he walks down the hall.
Dire continued monitoring the engines.
Shellrush stayed in his room.
OOC: going to be off for the next week, assume that Shellrush stays with the other, and that he acts as artillery. That’s about it.
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OOC: Alright
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Direwolf pulled up an Image of Dicius from the security feed and chucked a dagger at the screen, imbedding itself between the Autobot ’ s eyes.
“Hey, not on my ship.” Loudmouth says as he leans in the doorway to the engine room
“My engine room, my rules.”
“The engine room on my ship. The wars over.” Loudmouth says sternly.
“I run the engine. Without me, you’d be going nowhere.”
“Yeah, I know. Just don’t hurt the guy. I’m tired of seeing everyone fight.” Loudmouth says.
“If he tries anything, I’m offing him.”
“No, if he tries anything I will handle it.”
“He literally yelled,‘Let’s go kill some Decepticons,’ I believe I have cause to be concerned.”
“I am going to talk to him about it later.” Loudmouth says. Why can’t people just let bygones be bygones?
“You’d better, I don’t want to wake up dead.”
“You won’t wake up dead, well better go fin him.” Loudmouth says as he starts to leave