Escape from the Brig!
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[Everything's under control, Swindle says. It's not slaggin' under control! He's chained to this stupid berth with half his battle mask welded to some gaping wound that stretches from his lower lip to his throat, with no way of covering his face. And he still has no idea what happened beween leaning against the energon bars and waking up chained to the berth.
[And thinking of chains, this really isn't the fun kind of restraint. He hauls on them, but they still won't budge.]
//Swindle, hurry the slag up!//
[OOC: Closed post]
[Everything's under control, Swindle says. It's not slaggin' under control! He's chained to this stupid berth with half his battle mask welded to some gaping wound that stretches from his lower lip to his throat, with no way of covering his face. And he still has no idea what happened beween leaning against the energon bars and waking up chained to the berth.
[And thinking of chains, this really isn't the fun kind of restraint. He hauls on them, but they still won't budge.]
//Swindle, hurry the slag up!//
[OOC: Closed post]