"We're a team Spinister. And whether you want to admit it or not, our alliances are mutual." He continues to explain even as the heli turns his back to begin welding.
He's on his way over to help when he see it. On Spinisters back, just above his hip, is a small paint transfer. A light teal, from the looks of it. Before he even realizes what he's doing, he's lifting Spinister to get a better look.
Tarn quickly goes through a mental list of all the mechs here with that paint color. The only one that comes to mind is...
Tarn's tanks do a weird flip and he feels even colder than before. Gone is the level headed and competent commander from before, leaving behind a paranoid, heartbroken, angry mech.
"Y-You.... You've been fragging him..." He drops the heli before he does something that he will regret. It all makes sense now... The sneaking around, the secrets... of course he would want to hide this from Tarn.
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He's on his way over to help when he see it. On Spinisters back, just above his hip, is a small paint transfer. A light teal, from the looks of it. Before he even realizes what he's doing, he's lifting Spinister to get a better look.
Tarn quickly goes through a mental list of all the mechs here with that paint color. The only one that comes to mind is...
Tarn's tanks do a weird flip and he feels even colder than before. Gone is the level headed and competent commander from before, leaving behind a paranoid, heartbroken, angry mech.
"Y-You.... You've been fragging him..." He drops the heli before he does something that he will regret. It all makes sense now... The sneaking around, the secrets... of course he would want to hide this from Tarn.
"You've been fragging Sixshot."