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Hello Rispba. Miss me?
âYes...I missed you so much.â The demigoddess hugs Amy tightly.Â

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A Life Debt Owed
@mercenary-mouse
âWe could go to the market place?â
âReally? A market?â
âWell.. what about that auction going on? Itâs pretty close.â
âYeah. What do you think, Deadlock?â
âAs long as it gets you two to shut up.â
The two bots shared a laugh, âWe wouldnât shut up, but weâd end up leaving you alone.âÂ
âIâll take what I can get then.â
âAlright!â They both jumped up, one grabbing Deadlockâs arm before dragging him along.
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Deadlock peered through a small corridor, crimson optics landing on a bot chained to the far wall, He paused, earning himself a small nudge from one of the bots trialing behind him.
âYa coming?â
âIâll catch up later,â Deadlock waved a servo in dismissal, not waiting for a reply as he wondered off. His arms crossed as he walked, optics giving little glances towards any other bot in the corridor. It was late so there werenât as many bots walking around, but there was still a decent amount, most of which who seemed sketchy. He kept his guard up, moving like he had a purpose even though he knew he didnât.Â
Deadlock stopped a few steps in front of the bound bot, arms dropping as he just.. stared. Maybe he had seemingly showed a little too much interestâŚ
âHey there! You seem interested in this one.âÂ
Deadlock almost didnât here the mech, turning slightly to acknowledge them, âYeah?â Maybe that wasnât the right answer..
âSplendid,â the mech clapped his servos together, âtheyâre pretty nice, just as the sign says too, âvery unique and one of a kind.â The smile the mech was giving unnerved Deadlock, something about it was too artificial.
âHow much?â
Magnum Ace stood on the mound, practicing his pitching.
Bull Armor was over at the catcherâs position, helping him out. âHit me with your best shot, Magnum!â
đđđ (Runn)
Nightbreaker grinned, and nodded to the other. âSlag yeah Iâll go on a date with you. That sounds like fun. But letâs go somewhere other than a bar this time.â
@mercenary-mouse
@mercenary-mouse
Jazz looked in disbelief as Deadlock came in the bridge. âNames Jazz, designation is fun.â He said as he blew him a kiss.
<<An Autobot...>>Â Huh. So Deadlock was speaking with an Autobot. He shifted in his seat, legs crossing over one another as he looked blankly at the monitor in front of him.
<<So.. Jazz. I donât actually know how your frequency came into my contact, but I can certainly think of a few benefits>>Â The Decepticon shifted in his seat once more, elbows resting on the arms of the chair, optics skimming over the monitor again as something a little more interesting pops up.Â
<<Where are ya right now>> Deadlock had to wonder if the Autobot would be so willing to just give away his location.

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"Lover? Do you know what 'docking' is?"
âUh..I think so? I mean Iâve heard some stuff about it, but not much. Why do you ask?â
Jazz is locked up in the brig. He pranked Prowl
Crimson optics surveyed over monitor after monitor, an agitated sigh passing the Decepticonâs lips as he leaned back into his chair. There was little Deadlock could do at this point. He had been ordered to stay back, had been order to watch a boring console in Turmoilsâs absence. If he could see that mech he would probably have done something stupid that would have involved a lot of yelling, a few new dents, possibly some new holes in the walls. Deadlock wasnât really one to hold back, nor was Turmoil.Â
He let out an irritated growl, optics rolling before he looked around the room. Deadlock was alone at the moment, and with his growing boredom, he was going to end up doing something stupid anyway.Â
Deadlock looked through a few of the saved frequencies in his communications link, most of which were unusable or just offline. He actually tried to use a few of them, always ending up being greeted by firewalls and/or static. The Decepticon perked up however, a little curious when he came across a frequency he did not exactly remember. âSure. Why not. Letâs comm. the slagginâ mystery bot and see what happens,â he was already scolding himself internally at how stupid this probably was, but âFrag it.â
<<Certainly an interesting turn of events>> Deadlock mumbled, <<This is Decepticon unit⌠oh the number doesnât matter to youâŚ. Second-in-Command Deadlock>>
<<State your name and designation and this little chat can continue>>
Thank you hun.
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Iâve had this in my inbox for quite a while but dâawww shucks, mate. Glad I could bring a bit of sunshine to somebodyâs day. >w<