1. [Voice]

[warborn]

[for a long few moments, there's only the sound of ventilation. fans cycling a mech's air systems. he's clicked on his radio, yeah, but now?

now he has no idea what to say, except something slightly hysterical.]

This is a lot different than I thought the Pit'd look like.

[said in the tone of someone-please-tell-me-I'm-totally-incorrect]

Comments

w h u p s

[warborn]

What a coincidence.

So am I.

[ex_dishonestly997]

[smoothly] So, what are you waiting for?

[warborn]

[short of trying to figure out whether this is a trap or not, and then trying to figure out whether or not he cares?]

Absolutely nothing.

[tromp. tromp. tromp.]

[ex_dishonestly997]

[Oh good, now it's one of the other Starscream's problems. If, in fact, Fort Max can find one of them there anyway.

If not, at least he's not ripping Starscream's wings off, for which he is thankful.]

Glad to hear it.