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Date Posted: 15:28:07 08/24/01 Fri
Author: Oyl Slik
Subject: Oyl Slik cursed as a bucket of bolts fell on his head.
In reply to: Private Stu Pot 's message, "Starshine" on 21:17:13 08/23/01 Thu

He was deep in the depths of the moon base working out some of the engineering faults with a hydrolic up top. The beeping message had turned into a blaring announcement across the speakers and he's been seen by some stuffy Cybertronian officer quite a few times already. For the eigth time he had explained that the escape pods were at fifty percent functionality. That if he could get the hydrolics to work they would be up to 75% but even so, they still had to get the pods up and running.

The officer had barked, yelled and had done everything but pull out his hardwire but Oyl Slik just had to shrug and nod and say that he would try his best.

And here he was, trying his best. A ladder rose from here, next to the generator that powered the hydrolic crank-shaft, and went up to a tower on the moonbase. On the tower was an old Dipscees cannon which was ground bound. A relic from the old days since most Dipscees from the days of the War were space bound and had the power to take out Command Class ships. The cannon up the ladder was on partial power since he was routing most of it to try to get these hydrolics to work.

Slag it all, he cursed again...

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