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[heroicpose]

[ Have an extremely pissy looking red and yellow robot. He's got a pretty impressive scowl at the moment, and points directly at the video feed accusingly. He's still standing in the junk pile, his armor a bit scratched up from his landing. Not his most pristine moment and he's pretty aware of it. ]

Hey, what's up with all this? Do you know who I am? I'm Rodimus! Rodimus Prime! You can't just take me away from my crew without my permission and dump me in a heap of garbage. This is kidnapping.

[ His optics narrow and he crosses his arms. ]

I'll give whoever is responsible one chance to come forward and tell me where I am or else there's going to be bigger problems.

Comments

[thehardway]

It wouldn't have been my first thought, either, until I became somewhat adjusted to this place.

There aren't any ships in this place, Rodimus, and I have no skill to make one from scratch. Creating order has been my project until that time.

[heroicpose]

Well, sure, you're not a techie. But someone else here has gotta be. I'm standing on a pile of scrap metal. There's gotta be a way to jerry-rig something together. I have before.

[ Remember when he was building that shuttle on Earth? And then you barged in and waved around your law boner and tried to mess it up. ]