- Starscream yelled in a rather undignified manner, stumbling away from the blast. “What was that?” He yelled, looking around frantically for the source of the blast. He had his blaster at the ready, eager to teach whoever had interrupted their game a lesson.
ᴊᴀᴢᴢ | ᴍᴇᴄʜ | sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏᴘs. ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ | ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛ | ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: Starscream, Deathclaw, Unknown
- Jazz’s optics fluckwred arpund uncertainly beneath his visor, a frown returning to his face. Had Tink and Spitfire come back after he’d told them to get to safety? Perhaps they’d brought help? Then again, he didn’t know any bot who could make a blast like that. Not even Spitfire.
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