"No, that'd be me," Salvage protests.
"I thought we agreed on co-captaincy," Bootleg retorts.
"Ha! In your dreams!" Salvage refuses in jest.
OOC: they're starships.
IC: As the city of Quireton crawls through the vast desert on its' mammoth treads, velocitronians with mostly slim builds and sloping, aerodynamic armor walked the streets. The architecture was predominantly utilitarian, in stark contrast to the extravagance of Iacon or Hecate.
"What what means?" the bot asks.
The ship was barely gaining any Energon. It would produce more once the sun rose.