Master: *snaps his fingers and a bot drops dramatically from the ceiling to land in a crouch beside Oil's seat. He looks /exactly/ like Maru except different colors here and there....and /no/ personality in his green optics.* Your replacement. *looks at TC.* Resigned are you? Very well, you want free of me so badly then you will be. You, your trine leader, and the Earth drone will go to market together. Whoever buys you will have to take you as a package. If no one buys you, all three of you will be smelted. I know you don't seem to care if you live or die, but the other two might. You'll have to take things up with them. *waves a hand.* Get them ready.
Stars: *he /is/ muzzled, so only TC will hear him curse at Oil.* //Don't you dare clam up on me, Thundercracker. I'm not dying in some pit-spawned smelter, and neither are you. ...we're together again, we'll get away from the next fragger to own us.//
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