OOC: Fair point.
IC: “Backup?”
He asks, a little confused.
OOC: Well, he’ll have fun ignoring he ever meets Asphalt then!
The guy will quite literally admit to being (or at least having been) a casual ‘murder’/maimer!
OOC: Well, I wouldn’t call the segregation of the Predacons and constant civilian and criminal incidents peace.
IC: "Let’s just say I may have found something when Cybertron was reborn, and I’ve been working on it for two hundred millenia.
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“Well whatever it is, I hope it brings you some form of prosperity. Anyway, it’s about time I power down.”
Autonicus said before going into power saver mode. Shutting down all non essential systems.
OOC: relatively speaking. I’m not saying this is a perfect peace but it’s better than a planetwide civil war that threatens to destroy it and its people until both are all nothing but empty lifeless husks of what they once were. @MaxinePrimal, how far is Autonicus from Vandal?
“Uhhuh.” Gray, now not able to sleep, decides to just tinker some more.
OOC: Well, guess sometimes history repeats itself.
OOC: Sadly, that holds true in real life; look at the wars that rage throughout our world.
Meanwhile, Maxima was sitting, still at the border. Thinking to herself.
This isn’t right. Something needs to be done.
She transforms to her wolf form and runs out into the neutral territory.
OOC: @BlackBeltGamer98 Pretty far.
OOC: Well hey, you want an example of something close to that just look at Asphalt! He’s totally ‘ok’!
OOC: and there goes the possibility Diacon would swiftly find him and call a special session of the Council to discuss what has happened.
OOC: Right. Anyway, anyone still need to do anything? Or can I time skip to morning?
OOC: nope, I wouldn’t mind a time skip.
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OOC: Why certainly! Asphalt won’t mind! He’ll just remain floating, within the void of all.~
The following morning, Autonicus woke up. He stood up and headed for the exit.
Firestorm awoke, fully charged, and goes to his desk after stretching.
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It puts him in stasis. “D*mnit, I thought I told that thing to pass that signature for the time being.” Gray deactivates the field again.
Over the night the autobot boarder had been fortified
“Its quite alright. I’m fine.”
He said, clearly in at least significant discomfort.
Gray goes back to tinkering.
Firestorm pulls up the NewsNet and, he would’ve done a spit take if he were drinking something, was very shocked to see that, as a Breaking News bulletin, the Autobot Territory was fortifying its borders.