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[The video that clicks on is an odd one. The signal would indicate the feed is coming from Bulkhead. Yet what greets those looking at the video certainly looks nothing like the big green Wrecker. Namely, it looks like some sort of robotic wolf, complete with nasty looking fangs. For those that were down in the core, or were attacked by them before, it looks really similar to those.

He peers at the feed for a moment, before speaking, or trying to. Whatever he's trying to say comes out only as barking. After a moment he stops, and just looks annoyed. First he could barely walk, now he can't even talk.

Frag that pillar to the Pit.

He gives a resigned whine, and just basically flops down, before the feed cuts off. So much for trying that.

For anybody around Haven, there's a 10' tall at the shoulder, robotic wolf who's slowly making his way across the place. Looking annoyed, yet determined. He looks to be headed for the Temple of Solus Prime too. He stumbles every once in a while when he loses track of his feet. Maybe he'll just go and curl up under his berth and not leave until this wears off. If it does at all.]

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[Hey, he'll buy that.]

Oh wow! Hey there, uh, big guy!

[It's just a big overgrown robo-dog, nothing to worry about! And wagging tails meant friendly, yes? ...yeah, Garrod's never had a pet but then when you live in a world like his you don't have time for that kinda thing.

He swings his legs over the ledge, waving the robo-wolf over.]

[Hey, there's no way in heck you're turning him into your pet. This isn't normal him. He'll be back to normal at some point. He hopes.

Still he's walking closer, tilting his head some in curiosity. And who are you?]

[Whoa hey, he wasn't planning on it.... Although not gonna lie, it'd be kinda cool.

Garrod doesn't seem the least bit afraid of the creature. He grins.]

So do you transform into something else too? At least Prowl mentioned some of you guys did, anyway. You got a name? -I'm Garrod.

[Cool for you maybe. Not so much for him. Specially when he's normal.

At the question, he shakes his head. Well, he can. But certainly not in this form. He certainly would if he could. Specially if it'd let him talk.

And at the name thing, he automatically tries to give his name, but of course all it comes out as is bark. Which just leaves him looking annoyed.]

Oh. Huh.

.... [Well this is awkward.]

[Yeah, no kidding. He sits down, albeit not perfectly. He lifts his head, though, and tilts it in curiosity. He gives a questioning bark.

You new here?]

[At least it seems to be making conversation? Not that Garrod can tell heads or tails of it. He probably hasn't even ever interacted with a real dog before, not that this is anything to be compared with.]

Aaaare you lost? Although if that's the case, I don't think I'd be able to help you out. I'm still kinda figuring out my way around, but the place is stupidly big to travel on foot.

[He's trying. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.

He sits down, ears ficking back. Huh, he figured you were new. But he whines in agreement about this place being so big. He walked it for months, so he knows it all too well.

He looks for a moment, before he barks a couple times, and then lifts a paw. He does his best to point it at Garrod's shoulder. Do you have a glyph? Who are you aligned with?]

[Well apparently the thing was smarter than something that could possibly this planet's form of wildlife. Garrod tilts his head as the wolf-thing gestures, and it takes him a moment before he snaps his fingers.]

Oh! That-

[He shrugs off half of his jacket to show his arm that bore the mark of Nexus Prime.]

This thing, right?

[He nods, and gives a bark as he happily wags his tail. Yes! A glyph, that's good. He stands up, and turns his wolf body enough to show his shoulder, and gestures there with his muzzle. It's dim, but there on his shoulder is the violet glyph of Solus Prime, with an outline of blue around it.

See? He's a refugee too.]

Huh! You have one too?

[He leans forward a bit to see as he pulls his jacket back up- and then windmills his arms with a yelp as he loses his balance.

...sitting on a ledge isn't exactly the best place to be doing that either.]

-gah!

[He nods at the question, looking happy.

But that happiness quickly dies with a yelp as the kid loses his balance. He automatically jumps forward to try and prevent him from falling, or catch him by the clothes in his jaws. But he can't let the kid hit the ground.]

[Yeah, as durable as Garrod's proven himself to punches, falling from that height isn't something he'd think he'd be able to shake off so easily. However he finds himself no longer falling, but dangling in midair.]

Buh?

[He blinks, staring down before he looks up- Oh, that explains it!]

-thanks! That could have been messy!

[He'd bark in 'you're welcome' but his mouth is busy. So he resorts to wagging his tail as he sets Garrod down on the ground.

Then he nods in acknowledgement, before he gives an apologetic whine. He didn't mean to make you fall.]

[Once his sneakers are on the ground, Garrod grins up at Bulkhead, waving a hand.]

Eh, don't worry about it. I'm not hurt, so we're good, okay?

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