Oh, so clever. See, this is from before the war...or something.
Yay, ALL CAPS WRITING MEANS THAT THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!1!“CombatiCONS? As in DeceptiCONS? Not exactly an inspiring name…” The orange and blue robot pointed his thumb
at five Special Forces robots standing in front of him like an impenetrable wall. The tallest turned his head towards the
former dock worker who he towered over. His mask and visor managed to hide his expression entirely, but Metalhawk
interpreted it somewhere between amusement and condescension. Sentinel Major edged his way between the two groups of
Elite Guard soldiers, with a hand on his chest as though he was already complimenting himself.
“No, no, no. Combaticons. As in ‘COMBATing the DeceptiCONS.’
“AT THIS POINT, I’D LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT THIS IS MAINLY SPECUALTION. ESPECIALLY ON ALPHA
TRION’S PART.” Alpha Trion looked away. It was as though he knew all this. As though he had experienced it. However,
for his reasons, he didn’t want to be the one to reveal it. Or perhaps Metalhawk was reading too much into things again.
“WHAT THIS TEAM HAS FOUND IS A BUILDING. AN OLD ONE AS MOST OF THE INTERIOR IS RUST AND
DECAY. YES, THERE ARE TWO DIFFERING SECTORS HELD WITHIN, BUT MANY BELIEVE THEM NOT TO
HOLD THE SAME MEANING AS ALPHA TRION DOES.”
“They prefer ‘female Autobots’.” Dion spoke from experience, and paused for a moment as he remembered a friend.
“You probably shouldn’t call them ‘girls’ to their face.”
Dom
-and those are just random selections.
