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Date Posted: 21:08:38 01/21/03 Tue
Author: Mercado
Subject: "Mercado think this thirty yards by now..."
In reply to: Nathaniel 's message, "Justin Grey's ideal form slowly regained his composure..." on 19:57:25 01/21/03 Tue

"...but then it strange that guide use terran measurement. Unless Mercado hear what Mercado understand. Mercado...I mean I..."

Mercado stopped running in the darkened corridor, catching himself. The Bolt too ceased his mimicry of Mercado's motion, and as the pair stood illuminated by the glowing former, Mercado wondered not for the first time about this strange energy being hovering nearby, never touching the ground. Several times he had shown up and provided much needed help to various parties on Starbase Rugby, sometime after the WR@'s defeat. Beyond that the armored Nebulan knew nothing of his companion or his motives and origins. His very prescence in Dah'Li was a mystery in itself, and one Mercado had had little time to ponder. For whatever reason, once Mercado had reconciled with his brother's memory, he found himself using personal pronouns for the first time since he became a cyborg. The botched job his Decepticon partner had done was something the poet-warrior had forgiven long ago, or thought he had. But now that he found himself reverting to type, the damage to his brain's speech centers manifesting itself anew, there was a new pain.

He had little time to dwell on such things further however, as the glow from his ally spread to the cracks between the stones on the wall. Mercados' crimson visor whirred to life as it displayed measurements and readouts of a seam parting, revealing a new hallway. Slowly he made his way in, the Bolt hovering overhead, and found himself before a pedestal on which lay a small, nondescript rock. Cautiously, after scans revealed no traps or catches of any kind, he reached for the object before him. As he did so the "rock" crumbled, revealing a jewel within and a golden glow bathed the figure that now stood before them, ready to pass judgement....

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STEP FORTH... -- Tyreal, The Judegmenter, 21:33:42 03/14/03 Fri
- "When this is over...." -- Mercado, 20:52:08 03/16/03 Sun
  - "Come on, REACT! There's a freaking SWORD in your back!" -- Nathaniel, 20:06:37 03/30/03 Sun