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G1 Chromia
 Chromia decides quick enough that she kind of likes this spot. It’s at the top of a cliff that hangs over the bunker, and offers a pretty fine view of the forest and buildings in the distance. She breaths out a light sigh and leans back on her hands, legs casually dangling over the edge. Pretty quiet up here though… Right now she’s

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Just before Sinnertwin pounces at the turbo-fox, Chromia sighs and tiredly drops back flat on the grass. A patch of yellow instantly hits her visuals and she sits back upright, sharply pivoting around and focusing on the source.

Chromia lifts an optic ridge, looking between Sinnertwin and the turbo-fox. As he pounces, she makes a face but doesn't do anything. Karma comes in many forms after all. Instead she snorts and rolls her optics.

"Gettin' a real lesson in ecological niches today" she mutters to herself.

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Chromia stares blankly back at the, now established, 'Con.

"Making nice with the local snack-foods apparently" she scoffs, rising up onto her pedes and crossing her arms. She regards the Decepticon with dull curiosity, "What are you supposed to be? Some 'Con-ified version of a dinobot?"