Metal Gore arrived at the Holo-room. -- Starbase Rugby: Tankup's Bar

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Date Posted: 11:43:36 06/21/01 Thu
Author: Metal Gore
Subject: Metal Gore arrived at the Holo-room.
In reply to: Metal Gore 's message, "Metal Gore finished his brew." on 11:39:43 06/21/01 Thu

He was running a little late, but not incredibly so. He was trying to break down the energon-brew coursing through his hard-wire.

The holo-room was looking good but there was still some parts of it that had to be cleaned up from the whole Wr@ affair. All the holo-rooms appeared operational but there were some hard-wire panels installed on some of the distant walls to make sure power stayed running into this room and that the cleaning drones continued doing their duties.

He looked around to check if the Holo-rooms were occupied, but he really couldn't tell. He was tired, kind of annoyed with the state of the universe in general, and he just wanted to do his stupid job.

He approached one of these hard-wired panels and hunched over. The things were made for humans to operate easily but were also capable to be jacked into by a fifty foot mech if need be. He dropped a wire into the small computer and flipped a panel on his forearm. Seeing that the link was established he nodded and frowned. He keyed in a few things, just checking on the status of the cleaning drones, and punched a button.

A command was sent.

Satisfied, he got up and decided he should head back and get some more brew. He was starting to get disgusted with himself again and that meant that he was breaking down the ingested brew too quickly.

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