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Date Posted: 22:22:16 07/14/01 Sat
Author: Monochrome
Subject: You Can't Kill Michael Malloy

Monochrome shook his head came to. The blow recieved from Strikefast couldn't have knocked him out...no, not by a longshot. But that wasn't important. In the distance was the carcass of Optimus Prime. His jetpack silently flared up and sent him rocketing to his quarry.

He examined the giant body before him. Unmoving. Was he dead? He should've been years ago. Suddenly, a glimmer caught Monochrome's eye. A hole blown in Prime's chest had revealed his spark...and the Matrix of Leadership. Monochrome grabbed his Mandibles of Death� and began tearing away. Soon there was a large enough hole for him to reach in....

The Matrix was in his hands. The shine astounded him. But his gaze of awe was cut short, as he noticed the long-idle Orbital streaking toward him! 'Chrome shot him a glare and yanked a plasma shotgun from his mass-warping storage compartment (with an arsenal like his, you need weapons as compact as can be). Orbital's shoulder-mounted blaster sent the first shots, replied with plasma being fired at the Council Member. The combatants darted back and forth, until Monochrome pulled out a warp grenade. He hurled it behind him and cooled his jetpack as the grenade exploded, spawning a warp. Monochrome gave Orbital his trademark grin, waving the Matrix, and dove in. The warp snapped shut just as Orbital closed in.

"Dammit."

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This isn't right... -- Orbital of the Council, 22:58:57 07/14/01 Sat