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OPEN | heck
Who: Verity and YOU
Where: The crater
When: shruggles
What: Verity sees Cybertron in person for the first time and is not impressed.
Warnings: TBD??
[ One last bullet in the chamber. Had she been any more poetic Verity would call herself the gun in this analogy, now locked and loaded. Ironfist perhaps never intended nor even anticipated for Verity to ever touchdown on Cybertron. Even after exhausting the precious little time left before his number came up to upgrade her suit and entrust her with the backup Aequitas neither of them particularly wanted this one last shot to fire. Neither did she, but when you wake up on a dead planet next to a smoking crater you don't question why. You're just glad you kept the suit. ]
What a shithole.
[ And this was coming from someone who used to hitchhike and pickpocket her way through Phoenix, Arizona. Maybe living in deep space for nearly over two years with a pack of natives given to wax poetic about how great Cybertron used to be she expected something less...desolate. Ghost town didn't even do it justice. Part of her almost felt the same pang of longing she saw behind the eyes of the Wreckers whenever they talked about this place as she kicked a rock into the yawning mouth of the crater.
This place must have really been something. ]
Where: The crater
When: shruggles
What: Verity sees Cybertron in person for the first time and is not impressed.
Warnings: TBD??
[ One last bullet in the chamber. Had she been any more poetic Verity would call herself the gun in this analogy, now locked and loaded. Ironfist perhaps never intended nor even anticipated for Verity to ever touchdown on Cybertron. Even after exhausting the precious little time left before his number came up to upgrade her suit and entrust her with the backup Aequitas neither of them particularly wanted this one last shot to fire. Neither did she, but when you wake up on a dead planet next to a smoking crater you don't question why. You're just glad you kept the suit. ]
What a shithole.
[ And this was coming from someone who used to hitchhike and pickpocket her way through Phoenix, Arizona. Maybe living in deep space for nearly over two years with a pack of natives given to wax poetic about how great Cybertron used to be she expected something less...desolate. Ghost town didn't even do it justice. Part of her almost felt the same pang of longing she saw behind the eyes of the Wreckers whenever they talked about this place as she kicked a rock into the yawning mouth of the crater.
This place must have really been something. ]
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[ It's time. It's complicated. ]
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Looks that way. Apparently I'm behind in the times. Same as Megatron.
[See: he's a miner baby who's only offense is writing really schmaltzy poetry.]
Point is, haven't met you yet, but if you're part of the Wreckers...ya look a little short for it.
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[ She was a stowaway who happened to have the technical skill of a fucking robot - no offense. ]
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[He's pretty easy to please in this period of time. Not that he ever really questioned Verity on the ship anyway. He can't really complain about something that hasn't happened yet, right?]
...So uh, I guess that makes us friends. Or something.
[A grunt. FRIENDSHIP MAKING IS HARD OKAY.]