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Blar. Won't get the last of the first set done tonight, so here, have a snippet:
(I am amused with the idea, though I don't think it makes sense, so I might not keep it anyway, unless I can wrangle the conversation around to ruling Primes...) (200 word minimum, eerian said. Oh god oh god...)
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“They’re not supposed to be like Sith Lords,” Groove said. “Only two, master and apprentice. There were thirteen, originally.”
“Thirteen,” Optimus rumbled dreamily. They could have more, no reason why not. Seventeen. Twenty-three. “Or thirty-one…”
“Good grief,” said Ratchet. “Then you’d be like Congress.” Ironhide bellowed laughter, pointing at Optimus’ face.
(I am amused with the idea, though I don't think it makes sense, so I might not keep it anyway, unless I can wrangle the conversation around to ruling Primes...) (200 word minimum, eerian said. Oh god oh god...)
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“They’re not supposed to be like Sith Lords,” Groove said. “Only two, master and apprentice. There were thirteen, originally.”
“Thirteen,” Optimus rumbled dreamily. They could have more, no reason why not. Seventeen. Twenty-three. “Or thirty-one…”
“Good grief,” said Ratchet. “Then you’d be like Congress.” Ironhide bellowed laughter, pointing at Optimus’ face.
