Mar 27, 2008 19:51
[It was almost unbecoming, Blackout reflected, how eager he was to see Eros, and it had only been a few days, an increment of time that by all means shouldn't have registered. He covered his anticipation with industry, sifting and sorting through one of the as-yet uncatalogued piles of scrap that had to serve as raw material for his repairs, nearly completed now.
Blackout sat, tucked away in a wide split in the desert floor, rotors to the rock of the wall. Scorponok was out of his bay, moving bits around at Blackout's direction, happy in his mindless labor.
They waited.]
eros,
repairs,
scorponok,
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