TF - Devotion
”A victory. Is this what you call a victory?” Airut snapped as they walked throught the smoking ruins of a listening post which once was the most flourishing of its kind. Now all that was left was twisted metal and rubble, the glorious days being just a fading memory.
“It is propaganda, to lift the spirit,” Bleak stated monotonically, his scanners set on high sensitivity as he went through the wreckage, looking for salvageable and still functioning individuals. The planet’s mineral ground had been thoroughly rummaged by the recent bombings, making the search more challenging. Dusty clouds of fine material were floating in the air, clogging air circulation and blurring vision while bigger chunks grumbled under their pedes and made them lose their balance.
“Propaganda? Well, obviously the Autobot Force lost the listening post, but what use it is for us when it’s blown into billion pieces? Tell me, is this really how you work things out here?
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