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[gunlegs]

Since 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.

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[walkingballpit]

So if someone's from the same clan or team or whatever, just tar 'em all with the same brush?

[ Ugh why is that every uptight crankpot's solution to everything? ]

[gunlegs]

[Is he kidding?]

I don't think you're understanding the type of Cybertronian that decides to go through with the Decepticon rites. It isn't because of their good will and compassion.

And, didn't think I'd need to spell this out, but if you're approached by an Autobot then that's obviously equally illegal.

[walkingballpit]

[ Nope. He's mostly ignoring the context and zooming in on the "lumping them all together" aspect. ]

Right. Because all us fleshies can't wait to get our hands on weapons of mass destruction. Cause we're so delicate.

[ He snorts, mumbling under his breath. ]

Betcha me and Nita could take any two of ya.

[littlecousin]

Robbie!

[Don't be a jerk.]

...We totally could, though.

[They totally could.]

[walkingballpit]

Nita! I'm not getting brainwashed into their us-vs-them, Chevy-Ford-Chevy-Ford mentality! Nothing good happens when everything's black and white.

[ He's not being the jerk; they are. ]

Absolutely.

[gunlegs]

[THE BIGGEST SQUINT]

Is being this sensitive about your fleshiness a common thing?

[walkingballpit]

[ How dare you?! He does not have an inferiority complex. ]

No offense to the mechanical aboard, but fleshy humanoids have you beat on kissing alone.

[gunlegs]

[What is he even supposed to do with this?]

[The conversation went from setting base ground rules to a kissing/pissing contest with an Earther.]

....I don't plan on kissing any organics.

[walkingballpit]

[ welcome to a conversation with Robbie Baldwin. Sense is optional. ]

Your loss. Definitely in the top five things you can do without another being. Might even be #1.

[gunlegs]

You have a bizarre sense of priorities.

[Seriously, humans were weird enough based off the descriptions from Earth, Robbie didn't need to add his critique on robot prejudices and apparently important kissing ability.]

[walkingballpit]

And you're the one trying to enforce some law on a space station that isn't yours in a world that isn't yours on people that aren't yours.

[ Robbie has some issues with vague, ham handed laws. ]

And you're trying to make all of the 'organics' see the Decepticons as lowlifes while acting like we're all dumb enough to take your wooden nickels.

[gunlegs]

You organics can do whatever you want amongst each other. I'm just here to make sure my own kind don't go spreading around anything they shouldn't.

Shouldn't be that hard a concept to grasp.

[walkingballpit]

I think you need to chill out. You're worrying about stuff that hasn't even happened and acting like everybody's a criminal who can't wait to do some shady weapons deal.

[gunlegs]

I've seen the worst our kind has to offer. "Chilling out" is gonna get something blown up.

[Yes, that was a robot finger quote.]

'Sides, this shouldn't concern you unless you got any plans to get a giant gun. And you don't seem like the type.

[walkingballpit]

Unless you are the "giant gun", in which case chilling out might what keeps us all safe.

Guns aren't my thing.

[gunlegs]

[HUFF]

You haven't been around Cybertronians very long, have you?