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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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[gunlegs]

[Who later took the fall for Rodimus' fuckup. Yes. He remembers you, Drift. You're looking fairly well for a wrongly banished Autobot.]

Yeah I am. Whatever interdimensional rip spit us out this time has a poor sense of timing, but may as well make the best of it.

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[alwaysadrift]

[Eh well, he could use a washrack and a good buffing but he's certainly not DJD chow so that's a tick.]

That's the spirit. And it's not so bad here, I can't really complain myself. [Lots of pros and only a few cons. And the timing? Well, beats exile that's for certain.] So you're doing well? Taken over Magnus' job I hear?