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HOT OFF THE PRESSES! New Test Drive Dropped
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1. Arrival
Regardless of what you were doing previously - fighting in an epic battle, eating a sandwich, or being dead - you get unceremoniously spit out of the Space Bridge. For organic species that have never experienced this before, it can be pretty dizzying and leave you feeling like their bones are rattling for a few minutes. If there’s not already a Vehicon in the room, they’ll be notified of the Space Bridge activation and arrive shortly. They’ll explain what’s happened to the best of their ability, set you up with a communication device that will play a pre-recorded welcome from Captain Sparkarrow, give you a bracelet that will create a life support bubble around you in case of unfortunate space accidents if you are organic, and point out where you can find a room or food. From there, the Vehicons will let you wander around the R2 as you please - for the most part. For the moment they won’t let anyone unauthorized into the engine room.
2. Exploring the R2
The R2 is a pretty big ship, even without being able to get into the engine room. There’s empty rooms to claim for your own, a gally for grabbing yourself some energon or organic food, a lounge, and an observatory for watching the stars drift by outside. Thankfully for organics or smaller guests, there’s a high speed train system running along the ceiling of the hallways, and plenty of tiny elevators to get around with. Check out the visuals post for ideas of what things look like, here: https://cyberformedmods.dreamwidth.org/3195.html?thread=83323#cmt83323
Places of Interest
Mac's - The ship's main bar. There are dining areas and commissaries elsewhere on the ship... but let's be real, we all eat at Mac's. It's big, with seating both for giant robots, and human sized individuals as well as everyone in between. There's always good music playing, though there's a stage for karaoke. The walls are lined with monitors showing off stolen cable shows from around the galaxy as well as several arcade games. Beat saber and DDR are always popular. The menu is expansive and no matter WHAT your dietary needs are you can guarantee you'll find something to eat and drink here. The one rule is Don't Start Fights.
Observation Deck - A popular spot near the front of the ship, a vast room with ample seating and large windows to watch the stars as the R2 cruises through space. If you're lucky you might catch a comet shooting by, a star going super nova, or any number of awe inducing stellar phenomena.
Hydroponics Lab - A massive lab dedicated to the storing and care of a vast number of plants from around the galaxy, there are a lot of misters and solar lamps to help ensure that even in space, all the flora lives well.
Training Hall - The training hall is the scifi gym of your dreams. Exercise equipment galore as well as training drones of all sizes to practice combat against and several shooting ranges. There's even equipment to set up simple obstacle courses for the extra ambitious. Just be warned, getting too violent or disrespectful in the hall will get you landed in a 'Time Out Tank'. Everyone will see you and point and laugh.
3. Mini Missions
There's always SOMETHING going down on the ship. Never a dull moment one might say. So if you're bored you might not have to look far.
3A. SPACE DUCK! The Ship Cryptid
3B. A STICKY SITUATION! Trouble in the Shuttlebay
3C. THE SPICE CREAM CHALLENGE! How we haze the newbies
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1. Arrival
Regardless of what you were doing previously - fighting in an epic battle, eating a sandwich, or being dead - you get unceremoniously spit out of the Space Bridge. For organic species that have never experienced this before, it can be pretty dizzying and leave you feeling like their bones are rattling for a few minutes. If there’s not already a Vehicon in the room, they’ll be notified of the Space Bridge activation and arrive shortly. They’ll explain what’s happened to the best of their ability, set you up with a communication device that will play a pre-recorded welcome from Captain Sparkarrow, give you a bracelet that will create a life support bubble around you in case of unfortunate space accidents if you are organic, and point out where you can find a room or food. From there, the Vehicons will let you wander around the R2 as you please - for the most part. For the moment they won’t let anyone unauthorized into the engine room.
2. Exploring the R2
The R2 is a pretty big ship, even without being able to get into the engine room. There’s empty rooms to claim for your own, a gally for grabbing yourself some energon or organic food, a lounge, and an observatory for watching the stars drift by outside. Thankfully for organics or smaller guests, there’s a high speed train system running along the ceiling of the hallways, and plenty of tiny elevators to get around with. Check out the visuals post for ideas of what things look like, here: https://cyberformedmods.dreamwidth.org/3195.html?thread=83323#cmt83323
Places of Interest
Mac's - The ship's main bar. There are dining areas and commissaries elsewhere on the ship... but let's be real, we all eat at Mac's. It's big, with seating both for giant robots, and human sized individuals as well as everyone in between. There's always good music playing, though there's a stage for karaoke. The walls are lined with monitors showing off stolen cable shows from around the galaxy as well as several arcade games. Beat saber and DDR are always popular. The menu is expansive and no matter WHAT your dietary needs are you can guarantee you'll find something to eat and drink here. The one rule is Don't Start Fights.
Observation Deck - A popular spot near the front of the ship, a vast room with ample seating and large windows to watch the stars as the R2 cruises through space. If you're lucky you might catch a comet shooting by, a star going super nova, or any number of awe inducing stellar phenomena.
Hydroponics Lab - A massive lab dedicated to the storing and care of a vast number of plants from around the galaxy, there are a lot of misters and solar lamps to help ensure that even in space, all the flora lives well.
Training Hall - The training hall is the scifi gym of your dreams. Exercise equipment galore as well as training drones of all sizes to practice combat against and several shooting ranges. There's even equipment to set up simple obstacle courses for the extra ambitious. Just be warned, getting too violent or disrespectful in the hall will get you landed in a 'Time Out Tank'. Everyone will see you and point and laugh.
3. Mini Missions
There's always SOMETHING going down on the ship. Never a dull moment one might say. So if you're bored you might not have to look far.
3A. SPACE DUCK! The Ship Cryptid
A Vehicon by the name of Shutterstock has become really invested in the rumors of a strange creature that is lurking in the lower levels of the ship that are not often traversed. The rumors mention a giant duck like creature some thirty feet tall with too many eyes and a mass of whipping tentacle tails. Apparently if you go down there and listen hard you can hear it's mighty call of KWOCK!
Shutterstock is willing to pay out a handsome lump of credits to anyone who can bring him photos or other proof of the Duck's existence.
Shutterstock is willing to pay out a handsome lump of credits to anyone who can bring him photos or other proof of the Duck's existence.
3B. A STICKY SITUATION! Trouble in the Shuttlebay
A few years ago some poorly thought out experimentation led the ship's shuttle bay to be overrun with sentient gummy candy. Sentient ANGRY gummy candy. Apparently the extermination was not as thorough as initially thought and a group of them were biding their time in some rarely traversed corner of the ship. Now... they're back... with a vengeance.
Once again giant vicious gummy bears have taken over the shuttlebay. While they look cute and colorful they are destructive and violent and wish to leave the ship for the greater galaxy. Only their very low intelligence is impeding their ability to leave with any swiftness on the shuttles. The bears must be eliminated before they figure out how to actually fly anything. They cannot be reasoned with and only extreme violence will take out the threat.
Be careful, getting too close may get you coated in gross gummy guts. They are also technically edible. If you're daring.
Once again giant vicious gummy bears have taken over the shuttlebay. While they look cute and colorful they are destructive and violent and wish to leave the ship for the greater galaxy. Only their very low intelligence is impeding their ability to leave with any swiftness on the shuttles. The bears must be eliminated before they figure out how to actually fly anything. They cannot be reasoned with and only extreme violence will take out the threat.
Be careful, getting too close may get you coated in gross gummy guts. They are also technically edible. If you're daring.
3C. THE SPICE CREAM CHALLENGE! How we haze the newbies
At Mac's there's a menu item that comes with a warning. That you should absolutely not eat it under any circumstances but you can still be served it if you absolutely want to or have a Death Wish or something.
The Spice Cream. An ice cream SO spicy that next to it is just a hot pepper emblazoned over the infinity symbol. Created with magic by the Dragonkin, it's spice level defies all logic. Those who have been here on the R2 for any length of time know better then to order it save for the few that can withstand it's heat.
But to newcomers? Well surely it must be an exaggeration, right? Ice cream can't be THAT spicy. What harm is there to try it?
(Traditionally your character's tolerance to the Spice Cream is determined by rolling a D20. A Nat 20 indicates that they barely feel the heat at all and just find it nice and fruity with perhaps the smallest pleasant tingle. A Nat 1 indicates they just pass the fuck out. Medical intervention may be necessary.)
The Spice Cream. An ice cream SO spicy that next to it is just a hot pepper emblazoned over the infinity symbol. Created with magic by the Dragonkin, it's spice level defies all logic. Those who have been here on the R2 for any length of time know better then to order it save for the few that can withstand it's heat.
But to newcomers? Well surely it must be an exaggeration, right? Ice cream can't be THAT spicy. What harm is there to try it?
(Traditionally your character's tolerance to the Spice Cream is determined by rolling a D20. A Nat 20 indicates that they barely feel the heat at all and just find it nice and fruity with perhaps the smallest pleasant tingle. A Nat 1 indicates they just pass the fuck out. Medical intervention may be necessary.)
Jack Lennox | Evolve | New Player | OTA
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The Spice Cream Challenge!
Jack violently presses his mask to his face, whether to prevent him from barfing out the ice cream or to cover up the panicked yelps and panting is unknown. Probably both, really. His head lurches into the air, his legs kick dramatically in his barstool.
When his panting becomes calmer and his hands finally slid down to his sides, he looks side-to-side to figure out if anyone…saw all of that.
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Dick ordered a bowl of his own, knocked on wood with two knuckles, and shoveled three heaping spoonfuls into his mouth before he could regret it because Dick Grayson (maybe -Wayne, maybe -Pennyworth) had been raised on much spicier stuff than this! He was no chicken!
An idiot maybe, but not a chicken.
His face turned red almost instantly. Dick wheezed, pressing his face into one elbow length armored glove as he proceeded to have a coughing fit. He held up a single finger from his other gloved hand to indicate he was finishing up and was going to speak in just a second. Juuuuust a second.
Just fifteen more seconds.
Even so, it was almost like he handled the space cream incrementally better than that sad sack over there. Which, at twelve entire years old, meant victory was his! As such, it was his sworn and solemn duty to point this out, preferably as loudly as possible.
Unfortunately, what came out of his mouth instead sounded like the wispy death rattle of a forlorn Victorian child. "Uncontested victory-!" He then started coughing into his arm again, and turned pleading eyes to Mikaela behind the bar for a glass of milk or four.
Lord Commander Dante | Warhammer 40K | new
He is, in fact, organic, but atmosphere changes don't particularly bother him. If they go full vacuum, he can put on his helmet and be all right. In other words, the least of his concerns.
The larger of his concerns was...this place. Or more precisely, the denizens therof. "Men of Iron," he breathes, softly. Long lost to the Dark Ages of Technology. He had heard of one, embedded in a space hulk, but this seemed to be multitudes. Alarming. But he wouldn't act, just yet. He could take a few moments to find out what was going on. "Take me to whoever is in charge." Yes, 'take me to your leader'. It is a classic for a reason!
Exploring
The training hall is probably the most curious thing he's found. Do abominable intelligences need to train? Don't they just...update their algorithm? Such stuff was the study of Techmarines and the forges of Mars, but he knew a little.
Still, after so long exploring, and tense, running his sword through a series of attack runs, the old game of Defensus Sangu9inius, helped focus his mind and body. For over a thousand years old, he's still got it! Sort of.
Trouble in the shuttlebay
Dante has read enough of the early days of the Crusade to know about some of the different xenos the Imperium had faced back then--the blue balloonish shapes of the Nephilim, the five limbed lizardlike orreti, and of course the galaxy's universal fungi, the Orks. These things were just, he figures, some sort of ork. Easily dispatched, with his speed and skill, but there are two problems. One he can voice aloud. "How do I get this gunk out of my armor?" Because, seriously.
Number two, well, fighting gets his blood up, and for a thousand year old space vampire, he is fighting the thirst for blood. Uh oh.
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((ooc: I'm pretty familiar with Transformers canon, so feel free to throw it at me!))
Exploring - IDW Velocity
Lottie scurried in, only kinda definitely awkwardly shifting her armful of datapads to wait at a polite distance for the sword stuff to be done.
"Hello!" She called over during what seemed to be a pause at least, and crinkled golden optics at whoever this was with a smile. "Are you just arrived? The um, everything about you seems new. I'm glad to meet you, and would wave or offer a finger to shake but I already dropped these this morning. Best not to make it a habit."
She winced, hoping the version of Optimus who ran the library wouldn't notice. (He would, she knew he would. Another wince.)
OMG Velocity!! :D :D
He does not particularly care for the experience. Still, part of him says, better he here than someone like Gabriel. The Flesh Tearer would kill first, ask questions...well, never. Dante had seen too much he had been told was impossible by the laws of physics, the laws of the Warp, the laws of common understanding, to allow himself to be fazed.
He was a representative of the Blood Angels here, and everywhere, so he stills himself, and offers a mannerly bow. "I have just arrived." Acknowledging that her facts were in order. But glad to meet him? Few were. "Why do you do the work of a servitor?" Don't you have servitors for things like carrying pict slates? It seems beneath everything he had read of the Men of Iron. Also...the 'men' part. But he'll get to that later.
YOU ALSO ENJOY THE HER!! \o/
Oh good, a confirmation he was new. At least this strangeness wasn't 100% her. Maybe just 60-70%
"Hmm?" She looked down at the datapads at the following questions, then back up at the presumably but not necessarily actually human with a puzzled scrunch of her face. "Why do-" She opened her mouth. Shut it.
"Servitors? You mean servants? I- no, I... No? We don't do that? Why would I even need to? That seems wildly unnecessary and demeaning to make someone else do. It's just a few datapads, and I'm on my way to switch them out for more, anyway."
She shifted the pile again, this time into one arm, flaring the plating there a bit wider to help steady them while she brought her other hand up to curl near her mouth in some concern. "Do you use, ah. Have? Servants? If so, you'll have to get used to fetching your own things. Don't go calling anyone on shift around here that, either!" She added quickly, foreseeing awkwardness in all of their futures if he did.
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eternal excited yelling
additional yelling also cw his canon is awful
i do not warhammer but i believe it lol heard the movie event horizon might as well be from there
probably worse but he's one of the nicer guys they have.
i loved him instantly, he and your writing are fun to bounce off of :>
ty! I love your Lottie :D
tro-uh-uh-ble
Anyway, this guy seems to have a handle on the situation.
...in the Exo's defense, he was supervising! From afar. He totally would have jumped in if the guy who pretty much screams Titan to him seemed like he needed a hand.
"Nicely done!" the Hunter claps, stepping into the shuttlebay as he gives the place a once over. Robotic as he is, he's still human-sized, with the smooth, casual movements to match.
"Well, that's simple really. We could hose you down or get a flamethrower..."
hahaha why is everyone an abominable intelligence XD
He frowns, looking at his armor. "The flamethrower would be more effective." He's ready.
lol wow rude
His surprise quickly gives way to eager glee. How often does he get a chance to use a flamethrower on someone? He rubs his hands together.
"Great! Hold that thought- I needa go grab an actual flamethrower because Solar tends to uh...melt more than armor. Sundance- I need a transmat, I'm sure we have one somewhere..."
He holds his hands out in front of him as the vague shape of a large firearm materializes. It snaps into full reality with a brief flash, and Cayde's grin brightens as he starts fiddling things before his finger finds the trigger.
"Okay let's see he-WHOA-!!" he blurts as a blast of flames streams forth.
lol sorry everyone in his canon has Issues
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Trouble in the Shuttlebay
As Rock blasts and chases off some of the stragglers he spots a new comer to the ship. The little blue bomber notices the man's distress and dodges a very angry gummy bear coming his way.
"Soak it in dish soap after scrapping most of it off, though that's usually clothing it should work with metal too." The little robot that looks like a human child says. He's careful to keep his distance. Both from the strange man and the straggling candy things.
"Sorry you got wrapped up in this! I was so sure the shuttle bay had been cleared up earlier..." Then softer. "I'm gonna have so much mopping to do."
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"And where does one acquire...'dish soap'?" He says it like it's a foreign concept. He's a chapter master. He hasn't cleaned a dish in centuries. Even back on Baalfora as a child, cleaning the dishes meant scrubbing them with sand.
"If they are like Orks, you must exterminate every last trace of them or else they respawn." One tiny Ork spore could doom a planet. That was how the Flesh Tearers found their homeworld.
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dib | invader zim | new player | ota
One minute, Dib's at the dining table eating a pudding-covered sandwich for breakfast (still trying to get his dad-clone to branch away from horrible pudding), and the next, he's keeled over on the Space Bridge, desperately trying not to throw up. It's kind of a spectacle. Feel free to watch/laugh/be concerned over this literal child.
Once he gets settled in (which is pretty quickly, actually, once he's not feeling like death), he beelines for the observation deck, face pressed against the glass as he stares into space with wide-eyed wonder. This never gets old.
SPACE DUCK!
As soon as the words 'strange creature' leave someone's voice box, it activates Dib like he's a sleeper agent. He'd had his briefcase on hand when he was pulled onto the R2, so thankfully, he has an ancient (late 2000s-era) camera strapped around his neck as he skulks around the lower levels. He likes to think his "spy coat" helps him blend in.
(i'm familiar with Transformers canon so come at meeee i can also switch to brackets if needed :3)
SPACE DUCK! - Mo Malto, Transformers: Earthspark
She was pretty sure only the people that did maintenance usually came down here. And her, today. So it was both weird and potentially cool this kid was, too.
"Whatcha doing?" Mo asked, blinking at him. "Do you need help with it? If you do, you gotta tell me up front that it won't go up on social media. Mom and dad back home said I'm not allowed to use that yet."
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He tries to cover, clearing his throat and peeking around until he finds her. "Oh. Someone said there's some kind of creature hiding in the lower levels. I'm trying to hunt it down, or at least find some kind of evidence."
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Also I forgot to say we went NUTS at seeing Dib being played, 75/10 choice
uwu!!
/gathers dib up
But that...is a child. An actual human looking child, and not one of the abominable intelligences he has seen since arrival. He might have lost his own humanity a few centuries ago, but he still remembers his duty. "Child. Are you unharmed?" He's trying to be comforting, but he's nine feet tall and speaks as he is: a military commander. So it comes out more of a demand for information than he might intend.
get this kid more trusted adults, STAT
He glances back out the window. "No one back home believes me about anything, but they especially won't believe me if I try to tell them about this."
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Lor-Zod | DC Comics
Everyone has that moment of confusion when they first come through the Spacebrige, confusion, upset. Children often feel these emotions the strongest.
This one is just PISSED.
"I am AWARE OF THE MULTIVERSE!"
So there's the small kid, wearing some kind of militaristic style uniform. He's... flying. And he's holding the vehicon currently in charge of greeting upside down, in the air by one leg. He is a strong child.
"If you've brought me here you can unbring me here!" he gives the vehicon a shake, "I don't want to have to go out and find a multiverse map on my own! That would be incredibly annoying you impetuous tin plated BUFFOON!"
ii - mini mission - gummy slaughter
Of course Lor-Zod will take any chance presented to show off his martial prowess. He does wish though that the opponents were less... like this.
"Ugh..." he grimaces and shakes off his hands. They're covered in goop that is refusing to UNGOOP, and it seems the gel like substance these creatures are made of absorb a lot of the impact, "This is so unbecoming of someone of the House of Zod..."
Please let none of his father's fathers be watching from the beyond.
He floats back a distance instead. His eyes begin to glow red and he fires a blast of heat vision at them. It sears large satisfying holes in the things.
iii - exploring - snack time in the hydroponics lab
Well today has been an... eventful day. Luckily he has procured the sustenance needed to maintain his strength in such trying times. He has procured several burgers from the place known as Mac's and has brought them to the Hydroponics lab he heard of.
So there he is, sat cross legged in a planter chomping down on his burgies, under the glow of one of the sun lamps. It is not NEARLY as good as the light of an actual yellow star, it won't saturate his cells as fully, but when in space in a different universe one must learn to make do with what one has.
arrival
Oh, a psyker, apparently. He was not one of the Librarius himself, but Mephiston was in his Red Council. In short, he was used to hot headed overpowered sorcery.
"Put him down. He is merely the messenger. Logic would dictate whoever brought us would not expose themselves so obviously."
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"I suppose there's the saying about not shooting the messenger," he crosses his arms and drops down himself, still floating but at an eye level with... whoever this is, "And you? You look moderately more intelligent."
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slaughter
"I'll bet you're new here," she adds, sitting up and letting herself fall from the beam. Just when it seems like she'll hit the floor, she disappears in a blink, only to materialize next to Lor-Zod with a grin, looking at his hands.
"Cool laser trick, by the way. These guys don't seem that impressed, so obviously they can't recognize a flashy intro sequence when they see one. Losers."
Re: slaughter
"They're worse then losers! They're complete MORONS!" he snaps, blasting another gummy's arm off. It seems completely nonplussed but it's sudden absence.
"I've learned military strategy since I could walk and these things follow none of it," he frowns. He supposes that's a strategy on it's own but it's not one he likes! He does have other ideas though.
"Pink girl, how hard can you hit?"
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i - arrival - it's already a situation
He was a fair distance still from the space bridge when he heard yelling, and the sort of noises that had him running, broken ribs or now. He skidded in through the doorway (ow) and uh. Huh. That sure was somebody in a super something suit, all right. A strong one, too. Great. The smart move would be to retreat and call security etc etc, but a) that would take time the vehicon might not have, and b) sometimes, a situation called for stupid.
"'Sup, new guy? Can't help but notice you've accidentally acquired the leg of a member of our crew. Gosh, that must be so embarrassing!" He called in a very, very fake cheerful tone before he dropped the smile for a scowl, crossed his arms, and shifted his weight to one leg. There was no way he could handle someone that strong in hand-to-hand on a good day, let alone when he was still nursing broken ribs. So another route, then.
He gave the kid a very obvious look over, then snorted. "Take it from somebody who's sat in on boardroom meetings: good pitch, poor follow-through. Allow me to let you in on true horror, ol' sport," he drawled. His domino mask may have disguised the color of his eyes but did nothing to hide the sort of unimpressed disapproval only a preteen could deliver. "Called performance reviews, and they're an ironic punishment upon us all and you, specifically. Lesee, first item..."
He licked the tip of a gloved finger and pretended to flip an invisible page. "Enhanced strength and flying are of course a classic combo and your sweet haircut is doing a lot of heavy lifting, but your everything else really lowers your score. Unfortunate."
"Mmmm so far I'm thinking 2/10, and that's being generous cause your hair genuinely does cascade like in shampoo commercials. That said, using big words in an attempt to put on a faux veneer of authority you haven't earned, and trying to reinforce it with threats of bodily harm to get information you were already told --you're stuck, I'm stuck, he's stuck in midair right now-- iiiiisn't working out for you. It's like watching a toddler wearing his dad's trench coat. Fits badly, and I don't think its you."
He dropped the scowl, along with his arms. "How about you put the poor guy down --gently!-- and we'll forget it ever happened. We can go get lunch while I explain what he already said, but with a live commentary track. Sound good?"
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This flashy kid definitely grabs his attention though, he looks down at him utterly unimpressed. Is this kid's super power being a mouthy brat or something?
Lor you have that power as well shut up.He flicks his hair over his shoulder almost subconciously. He's not sure what a commercial is but yes his hair is very nice, he takes good care of it. Whatever he was going to say though dies in throat at the mention of a dad and he sees RED. Literally. His eyes glow an eerie unnerving red, and he clenches his free hand into a fist. He drops the Vehicon which is honestly as gentle as it gets from him and he ZOOMS with super speed right up into this kid's face.
"My father has NOTHING to do with my accomplishments and he NEVER will and I don't know what a trench coat is but it sounds stupid," he jabs a finger at him, "And you're stupid too!"
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