A call to battle

[giri_guy]

*Rodimus Prime stands at the edge of one of Autobot City's top-level landing pads, fist raised level with his chest as if in salute. A panel on his forearm lifts away and he begins to speak, steady and strong

Comments

[icemasta]

((Yay bandwagon))

It doesn't count as following Autobots if you're doing it for revenge, right? We're in.

[toughguytruck]

*pounds his fist against his other hand and laughs* Finally!

[blazinblackness]

Oh, found you already, heh. That was quick.

[toughguytruck]

When Grimlock's got something on his mind, the whole planet knows it. *grin* You coming?

[blazinblackness]

*taps the barrel of his shoulder-mounted flamethrower and gives Demolisher the same slightly-too-eager grin that he gave Rodimus earlier* Hell yeah.

[toughguytruck]

*shrugs his shoulders a bit, emphasisizing the giant rack of missile launchers behind his back* Great.

[giri_guy]

*grin* I'm pretty sure "punching someone's lights out because he's annoying" is a patently Decepticon thing to do. Welcome aboard.

[icemasta]

*grins* Our missile launchers have been getting rusty anyway.

[giri_guy]

*laughs* Can't have that, can we?

[icemasta]

Nope! *and the fact that now he has an excuse to feel like a Decepticon again. War is peace of mind!*