Going back to Protectobot HQ
*Streetwise is quiet for much of the walk, part of his mind still back with his brother and Steeljaw. He hoped to Primus that the little guy made it through alright; what had happend to him should never have ever been allowed...it was beyond cruel. Vortex was a dead mech...and the interceptor has the feeling that there'll be a long line to do the deed.*
*He shakes his head to drive the thoughts out of his head. Steeljaw was home...he was safe now. First Aid had him, and if his little brother couldn't heal the cassette, no one could.*
*He looks over at his best friend, opening the door to the main common room of the Protectobots, giving a half-smile.* Now then, what's so juicy that you couldn' want to show me, eh?
((Oh sure. NOW it lets me edit....ok, so it's Wednesday in gametime.
*He shakes his head to drive the thoughts out of his head. Steeljaw was home...he was safe now. First Aid had him, and if his little brother couldn't heal the cassette, no one could.*
*He looks over at his best friend, opening the door to the main common room of the Protectobots, giving a half-smile.* Now then, what's so juicy that you couldn' want to show me, eh?
((Oh sure. NOW it lets me edit....ok, so it's Wednesday in gametime.