"See you around, Rugby..." -- Starbase Rugby: Docking Bay

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Date Posted: 14:46:55 09/04/01 Tue
Author: Skyjack
Subject: "See you around, Rugby..."

Skyjack ignored the looks the bay workers and security officers were giving him. So what if he'd just come from the brig? They didn't know what he had done; how dare they look so judgmental. Granted, he HAD fired a weapon in the bar, attemping to kill Aviar Flux, but these fools didn't know that. Correct or not, he didn't appreciate the assumption. His whole existence, more often than not, those around him had thought the worst of the Decepticon. And Skyjack, true to form, chose not to disappoint. The more mischief they expected, the more he supplied in a viscious cycle.

As he transformed to his F-15 fighter jet mode, with modifications implemented for space travel, he toyed with the idea of firing a missle or two back at the crates by some of the more leering workers. A quick glance at both the security in the bay as well as the fleet outside, not to mention the giant robot clearly visible despite its distance from the station, convinced him otherwise; these weren't the ideal circumstances to mess around. If there was a third party he could instigate, and blame it on, while he innocently played the role of mere observer, then perhaps he could have had some satisfaction.

Sighing, he ignited his afterburners and, upon clearance from the SBR traffic controllers, launched out into space...

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