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Date Posted: 19:02:03 05/26/02 Sun
Author: Skyjack
Subject: "What part of your allies' home? What part do ya like?"
In reply to: Quenteck of Draco 's message, ""Ho Cybertron, Quenteck bids you greetings..."" on 17:47:29 02/02/02 Sat

Skyjack beamed radiantly at the Dracan, whose reaction was difficult to guage.

"To be honest, I haven't set foot on good ole C-tron in a while; slag, maybe that's something that needs doing, huh? Nope, running the show on a little place called Charr takes up much of my time. Little Intel Op called the AOD, Alliance of Deception? Heard of us? Let's just say the peace Cybertronians have achieved was a bit rusty, and the oil of justice came from the AOD..."

'Oil of justice?' Blech!! How the heck can Aviar and Darkstar and the others stand to listen to themselves? Of course, this is just my impression of how those higher muckety-mucks sound...but how far off can it be?

Look at this guy staring at me....what is his problem? And these crates....just what are they mining here? When I hack Nemesis-1 I really oughtta do more'n skim coordinates; then again, what fun is research?

Seriously fangs, what is your problem? If I want to stop talkin' and go into an internal monologue, yer just gonna have to be patient...and don't think I'm gonna try a fake ID routine either. That kind of move landed me in the brig at Rugby; who the heck knows if these freaks'd recognize the AOD. Slag, I SHOULD check in on C-tron one'a these days, see what the government there is like...all these colonies and offshoots out here not knowing the AOD from POD, mebbe the homeworld done forgot too...

So....as I was saying, I gotta relax. Hard work government business is....not much chance there's a place to do that, get some R&R, is there?

Quenteck was wary of Skyjack's words. His mannerism was in direct conflict with his claimof a high position in some Cybertronian government organization he had honestly never heard of. But the robots on Omicron II often spoke in a mix of jargons and anagrams that lost the dock foreman. They were hard workers, and strong allies against any enemies that might attack the Dracans; it was enough to forgive their mysteries and eccentricities. Quenteck sensed a vibe of mischief, but there was also tension in this one. Perhaps his ego led him to boast to impress those around him; it mattered little to the Dracan. A Cybertronian hardly needed ID to relax in Omicron's spas. The public areas were public and the restricted areas were well-guarded.

Quenteck gave Skyjack directions and he headed inside, talking aloud long after he was out of earshot. Quenteck shook his head, picked up his crate, and went back about his work....

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