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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 15, 2010 13:55:15 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime feels like he's going to burst a hydraulic line if he has to stare at Waspinator's loathsome form any longer, so when his ex-cadet turned traitor makes such a show of enjoying that liquid gross, he looks away, over at a boarded-up storefront.
He grumps, "You do that."
If he never sees Waspinator again, it will be too soon. As for that thinking Waspinator wants him to do, he'll get to it if he gets to it. Right now, Sentinel Prime's going to cut and run as soon as he can. Duty awaits.
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Post by Waspinator on Dec 16, 2010 4:05:21 GMT -5
Waspinator, still sipping on his drink, waves good naturedly to Sentinel, buzzes his wings, lifts off the deck and flies over the roof and out of sight. When he eventually settles down, he’s a whole closer to the starport, his empty drink long since discarded and swapped out for a datapad. He pulls up a file under a folder labelled plans, and begins to edit an entry ‘Know thy enemy’ check. He has a lot to think about, not least how Sentinel’s fear and disgust might be used if the need ever arises. Hopefully he’s given his old Sarge something to think about too.
The self styled Predezecticon can’t help but silently mouth the word Predezectibot letting the unfamiliar word roll around his processor.
OOC: Yes, out of thread.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 16, 2010 11:37:04 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime turns into a truck, and he starts making his way to what is not the nearest spaceport, because his enemies will expect that. He goes for the third-closest, taking a lot of switch-backs and less-than-optimal paths, constantly looking back to see if there's a nightmare in his rear-view mirror. Paranoia is a strong motivator. Sentinel Prime's been thinking. He's had very little power over his own life here. Thinking's the only thing he can do of his own volition, and even if he wasn't, Botanica and Perceptor and Mirage would make him think anyway, for different reasons. Now, he's thinking it's someone different to whom he must speak. - - - OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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