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Date Posted: 14:07:14 09/03/01 Mon
Author: Fulcrumm
Subject: It fit like a glove....
In reply to: Snipar 's message, ""Skkktt---to all in range!! Please help!!!"" on 21:34:50 08/19/01 Sun

Literally, the gauntlet from the Nebulan armor clicked into place perfectly at the end of Fulcrumm's pole-like excuse for an arm. He had modified the armor to fit him and in the process, modified some other parts to give himself joints. The comparable size of the Micromaster to the Nebulan armor was negligible; some early designs for the energy-efficient Cybertronians were directly analogous to the armor used by Head-, Power-, and Targetmaster partners.

Fulcrumm tested his new elbow joint by raising his new "hand". Making a fist, he aimed it at a pile of debris. A drill extended from the back of his new "forearm," and began to glow as it spun. Suddenly, a violent charge arched across the dismal alley, destroying the debris even as Fulcrumm was launched several feet in the other direction! He shook his head as he steadied himself, his frail legs conspiring to snap. His arm hung limply, his strength drained and unable to support its added weight. His optics narrowed as he pondered the mechanics of the problem before him. If he was going to make use of the gauntlet again, he was going to have to reinforce more than just his arm.

Ambling over to the armor once more, he began cannibalizing more of it...

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It was time for the ultimate test... -- Fulcrumm, 10:41:33 10/27/01 Sat