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[onyx17]

G1 Chromia

The shooting range is devoid of it's archetypical sound effects, nothing but bluebird twitters and the gushing of wind through trees to be heard. The sky is less than promising; any sign of blue kept well concealed behind a thick curtain of dirty grey clouds. Still, for some reason she cannot fathom, Chromia finds herself out here. And

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[limewelder]

bv ratchet

I'm not exactly young but i think i classify as a 'pain in the aft'

*ratchet chuckles, peering at the blue femme*

[onyx17]

*Chromia's optics flicker once in surprise, drawn from her brooding by the new mech's appearance. She stares blankly for a second before quirking a slanted grin.*

Heh, well I guess there's no real age distinction for bein' a pain in the aft right.

[limewelder]

I should hope not, I quite enjoy it myself *grins teasingly*

[onyx17]

*She snorts a laugh before giving a short nod in greeting.*

You got a name, smart-aft?

[readyforliftoff]

[G1 Blast Off]

[The bulk of Blast Off’s alt-mode casts a shadow over the trees and his engines roar loudly before he transforms and the mass shifting sets in. He lands in front of the shooting range.

Staring at the boulder, he reads the rules quietly.]

[onyx17]

*Chromia's optics shutter twice, blankly staring out as the gigantic shuttle lands and transforms. She then slowly looks up to the sky and back to the mech before giving her helm a slight shake.*

'Pit, I must've been seriously out of it to not hear a guy that big coming.'

[readyforliftoff]

[G1 Blast Off]

[Out of the corner of his optics he notices a slight movement and turns his head only to see an Autobot. Blast Off huffs quietly and focuses again on the rules.

He forgot his gun, but he isn’t here to shoot with it anyway. He needs distraction and he needs to shoot at something - with his cannons. There’s a feeling that all this disabling and enabling of his thrusters affected their adjustment.]

[onyx17]

*Her helm cants to the side in slight curiosity. She's surprised the Decepticon so much as looked at the rules, let alone is reading them thoroughly. After a moment she shrugs and dully calls out.*

The rules are more like guidelines pal. So long as you don't blow a hole through the back like Swindle did, you're fine.