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Date Posted: 22:06:05 08/14/01 Tue
Author: Fulcrumm
Subject: His motion's would have been almost comical...
In reply to: Fulcrumm 's message, "Wordlessly, he walked down the alley..." on 20:54:02 08/05/01 Sun

....were it not for the specifics of the situation. He loped over, his frail form askew as he looked at the armored remains. It was definitely Nebulan armor, though larger than most Fulcrumm had encountered. The entire figure was embedded into the rocky wall behind it, and the metal ore rock formation was darker in a circular area around the body. Fulcrumm leaned his ramshackle frame back, his left arm hitting the ground and bracing him even as his clawlike right reached for the helmet.

He recoiled as the jaw gave way beneath the crimson visor and, moments later the rest of the skull tumbled out. Worn optics still managed a scan, and found flesh clinging yet to the rotting bone. Green, leathery flesh that belonged to no Nebulan Fulcrumm had ever encountered. Whoever had worn the armor couldn't have come from Nebulos then. Fulcrumm silently wondered who this man(?) had been, and how he had acquired the armor of a 'master. His end had been swift, but he must have been left for a long time, as overlooked by the hordes of Vehicons as Fulcrumm himself was. Wistfully, the mute Micromaster envied him in a way; at least he'd been DEAD when he was overlooked by the living.

He next began to examine the arm, finding a ring on the outside of one of the metal gauntlets. The tiny "s" engraved on it meant nothing to him, but he stored it in a tiny compartment in his boxy torso all the same. As he analyzed the armor, he began to find it in better shape than the being who once wore it. Not only that, but there seemed to be fully charged power cells. In the shadows beneath Cybertron, the armor began to light up and function once more as he fiddled with it...

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