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”What’d you make of it?”
It was Nightbeat who had given a response to the arm that Scattershot was holding. The Technobot commander turned his back to the guards outside, showing the arm more closely to Nightbeat, and the loosely open panel on its side. “It’s one hell of a thing, you got any ideas?” he said, moving his amputated stub of an arm about. He held the arm up to his shoulder, quietly chucking the small tool that came with the arm over to the detective. “This thing’s gonna require some assembly, that’s for sure.”Nightbeat wrote:“Now that... is interesting.”
”Neither of those three are here, heh. We’ll just have to make do for the moment. Anything is better than nothing, though, that’s for sure.” Scattershot attempted to humour himself and the rest with his dryness, but it wasn’t really the moment for that. Just like Nightbeat, he too wondered about the mysterious mech who had dropped the arm in, but he wasn’t one for solving mysteries.Nightbeat wrote:"I'm no medic, but it can't hurt to try, I suppose. Personally, I think someone like Ratchet, Wheeljack or First Aid might be better suited to this sort of work."
”These appear to be appropriately accurate, lord Megatron.” There were some that he wanted to further confer for, but at first glance, they seemed to match up with the intelligence that he had gathered. Soundwave patiently waited for the Conclave to proceed with the remainder of the discussion, tying strings together as each member spoke.Megatron wrote:"Does your intelligence support Tarn's conclusions?"
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