“What do you propose for this army of yours?”
“Simple enough. We assemble the finest warriors from each region of the globe, and train them to act as a single fighting unit.”
He transforms.
“Name’s Polar Claw by the way.”
“Nice to meet you Polar Claw, I am Direwolf. So, why do you propose that we should create an Army?”
“Well I don’t know about you, but personally, I don’t trust a handful of dumb dino dimwits to guard the entire planet from the threat of invasion.”
“Who do you propose would lead this army? And whom would they be fighting against?”
“We fight against potential threats. Invaders who wish us harm!”
“And who would lead this army?”
“Well you of course, and a single general from each region.”
“That sounds reasonable.”
“I’m glad you think so. Scourge never agreed with me.”
Just then a large woolly mammoth approached the three bots. He towered over all of them.
@Traykar
“Hi,”
The mammoth stood there silent until Polar Claw nudged him with this elbow.
“Come one man. Introduce yourself. I’m trying to make a presentation here.”
He whispered. The mammoth then spoke. His voice was deep and commanding. The kind of voice that demands respect. He spoke in a rather thick Russian accent.
“My name is Convoy. Big Convoy.”
“That’s a strange name for a mammoth.”
OOC: where’s magmatron?
OOC: In due time.
“Is name I have. You have problem with my name?”
He said, sounding agitated.
OOC: also convoy is a military rank, not a name
OOC: Well in the cannon universe you’re thinking of maybe, but this is an alternate dimension. Also, what kind of name is “Big”?
OOC: It’s a line of trucks. =P, but I do understand that is what they call optimus prime and his successors in Japan.
OOC: a poorly translated one
“Tell me little wolf. You have problem with name I have? Because if you do, I soon have problem with you.”
He says threateningly, poking Dire with his trunk on that last syllable.