Calypso was a lot of things in her life, stubborn, grumpy, irritating but absolutely nothing stopped her from glaring at a supposedly decommissioned Leopard 1A3 tank sitting before her Holoform. Absolutely no one told her where to put it and or where it came from. They simply let her of all people find it. Course not like it mattered. She was the one moving everything. So off she went to grab the towing straps, and when she came back she started to make a harness out of them. Grumbling to herself in Cybertronian about things but under breath. Noticing the purple bot logo before shaking her head not connecting the dots with others of her kind.
Securely strapping the tank down she adjusted her grip and began to lift. Listening to the straps squeal and the metal of the tank creak as she began to carry the 42.4 metric ton tank to the holding hangar. It was pretty empty for the time being as most of the stuff that would of been stored there was out on leave to other museums and such. Calypso huffed loudly and set the tank down in the back corner, brushing her hands off quickly before undoing the straps to begin work on washing and cleaning anything off of the tank.
