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A purple and black Decepticon comes strolling into the Nexus. He's in a peculiarly good mood for someone from so soon after the Unicron Battles and who's just finished his lunch break. Had to cut it short, even.
Armada Skywarp halts sharply and scans his surroundings, rapidly coming to the conclusion that the Minicons have stolen another corridor, rusty little knockoffs that they are. Then his gaze comes to rest on The Sign. Skywarp ponders it for a moment, decides it's the best explanation he's likely to get any time soon, and looks around again. It's more orderly than the last diplomatic function the CDC hosted, at least.
He chuckles quietly and steps forward, asking the first question that springs to mind. "What was the best time you managed to turn a lousy situation to your advantage?"
Armada Skywarp halts sharply and scans his surroundings, rapidly coming to the conclusion that the Minicons have stolen another corridor, rusty little knockoffs that they are. Then his gaze comes to rest on The Sign. Skywarp ponders it for a moment, decides it's the best explanation he's likely to get any time soon, and looks around again. It's more orderly than the last diplomatic function the CDC hosted, at least.
He chuckles quietly and steps forward, asking the first question that springs to mind. "What was the best time you managed to turn a lousy situation to your advantage?"