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[raceme]

Ah!Thisthingisfinallygettingasignal. [Blurr’s face shows up. It’s been weeks since he posted and he looks tired, scratched and in need of a good rest, but he’s smiling.

Because he's in the wastelands the communication is filled with static and sometimes it might fail completely.]

Greetings! I hope everyone's ^{doing well. It's been} some time and now I'm afraid I need your help. [He moves to show rusty old trailer next to him, on its side.]

I replaced the tires of the trailer and tried to the fix the broken _{axels but there} was just so much I could do with something so old and rusted. I’ve been trying to flip it to the right position for hours but I do not process the necessary strength to do that. And in case you are wondering why I ^{want to take this} old thing to the Haven…

[Blurr opens the back of the trailer and sure it’s filled with wheels. Long lasting and highly durable, so durable they survived to this day untouched by time.

Merry belated Christmas, people.]

Comments

[treacherous_widow]

[Smirk.]

Good.

...Yeah. I am. Just... don't mentioned what happened to anyone. I just want to forget it.

[raceme]

Heh. Did I miss anything important while I was gone?

The past is in the past.DontworryIwonttellanybodyeither.

[treacherous_widow]

Other than bots messing with the pillar and getting messed up themselves, not really.

It's been pretty quiet around here.

[She knew there was a reason why she likes you Blue.]

Good. Keep it that way.

[raceme]

Sentinel mentioned that the Pillar was destroyed finally I AM really glad because that thing was doing no goo....getting messed up? Again? That he did not mention.

Quiet is good.

[He's good with keeping secret and respecting his friend's wishes.]

Don't worry.

[treacherous_widow]

....Sentinel is an idiot. Yeah, it got destroyed but the stupid thing gave some a temporary parting gift.

[He really didn't impress her the last time she talked to the annoying bot.]

Everything's cleared up now at least.

[Pause.]

Thanks Blue.

[raceme]

He's not so bad once you get to know him. ButIknowhecanbedifficultoo. What sort of GIFT?

[Blurr is not going to deny that Sentinel is hard to deal with but he knows it's a good bot at heart.]

No problem. [He gives her a tired but sincere smile.]

[treacherous_widow]

The not happy kind.

[She doesn't believe you. Sentinel has already pissed her off.]

So Blue, what else did you find on your trip?

[raceme]

Oh........those. I am glad I missed it then.

[Sentinel can be kind of a dick 80% of the time.]

Some remains of what it looked ^{like a road} and an old truck. I think there were really others before us, but _{I didn't find out} what happened to them. I also used my time to ^{practice my aim,} you would be proud. [Now he almost always hits what he wants to hit!]

[treacherous_widow]

[Then its about time someone taught Sentinel a lesson about being less of a dick.]

So you found some evidence of civilization? That's a little worrying.

[That really gets her attention. So, who were the previous bots? Hopefully this won't come back to bite them in the aft like it did to her group back on Earth.]

Good. It's about time.

[She may or may not be teasing.]

[raceme]

[Good job with that, the man never learns.]

I did, just like Drift some time ago. I wish I knew if they left or something else happened.

[One can't never know for sure.]

I hit my target 6 times out of 10, I call that success.

[He's like the teasing. Cade does that to him often.]

[treacherous_widow]

[She will make him learn.]

...Wonderful.

[And right now she's resisting the urge to facepalm.]

Then we need to redefine your idea of success.

[raceme]

I was only jocking, Blackarachnia. I actually hit all the things more often thant I miss. Even while flying. [That was hard to master.]

[treacherous_widow]

[Soft snort.]

Fine, whatever. Just so long as you can hit and defend yourself.

[raceme]

It almost sounds like you worries about me.

[treacherous_widow]

You're dreaming Blue~.

[She might be, but like hell she would admit it.]

[raceme]

It must be my imagination then.

[Heh. He won't push it.]