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[wolfinbotsarmor]

For a fellow who detonated a bomb in his chest several weeks ago in order to save one associate and avenge the death of another, Klank appears surprisingly whole. Seated in a large Nexus armchair, slouched back with his hands clutching the ends of the armrests like a sulking monarch on his throne, the Decepticon grumbles to himself as he watches

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[wolfinbotsarmor]

"I and many others have always been interested in furthering the evolution of our kind. My Lord Shockwave created the triple changers and eventually, a six changer. Larger, faster, stronger and able to shift forms with increased speed, many of them were headstrong and violent. We toyed with cloning and gestalt technology, capturing members of the opposing army and using them as test subjects where our own Decepticon brethren could not or would not fill in. There was involvement with reprogramming and brainwashing, and when we had difficulty finding the parts we needed for our experiments, we would dissect our victims and harvest their internals. More or less...whatever it took to try and take that next step up the ladder and improve our technology. I did not believe in allowing morals to block advancement. That kind of thinking got me expelled from the tutelage of one of Cybertron's greatest medical minds." At one point, Klank would have taken great joy in explaining the atrocities of his past in detail, but after death...somehow the memories aren't quite as enjoyable to recall.

[onemorebounty]

*Her eyes narrow.*

Reckless.