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gunlegsSince there's more than two Cybertronians stuck together, I'm gonna be hammering in a gentle reminder that the Tyrest Accord still exists as long as I'm here. And that means no spreading any of our wartime scrap to anyone on this station. Any of it. Specially if you enjoy your freedom and your health.
To any of you fleshy types: If some two-bit Decepticon lowlife comes in offering something too good to be true, something particularly gruesome and good at making things you don't like explode - just don't even bother. Their faction name isn't there for fun. You'd be surprised how many times organics have fallen for the 'used antimatter cannon' routine.
My name's Fortress Maximus, by the way.
[Yes, it's a mouthful. Some robots have one of those names.]
I'll be here if you're having trouble with any of our lunkheads.
To any of you fleshy types: If some two-bit Decepticon lowlife comes in offering something too good to be true, something particularly gruesome and good at making things you don't like explode - just don't even bother. Their faction name isn't there for fun. You'd be surprised how many times organics have fallen for the 'used antimatter cannon' routine.
My name's Fortress Maximus, by the way.
[Yes, it's a mouthful. Some robots have one of those names.]
I'll be here if you're having trouble with any of our lunkheads.
