Fulcrum
Decepticon
"That's not a bomb. Trust me. I'd know."
Posts: 4
Alias: Shotimus
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Post by Fulcrum on Jan 5, 2020 16:45:49 GMT
Characters: Fulcrum, Spinister, Open to all Scavengers Location: A Galaxy Far, Far Away Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Fulcrum attempts to adjust to his new life with the Scavengers and get to know his soon-to-be best buds. Chaos ensues.
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Fulcrum
Decepticon
"That's not a bomb. Trust me. I'd know."
Posts: 4
Alias: Shotimus
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Post by Fulcrum on Jan 6, 2020 1:38:02 GMT
Just what in the name of unholy Unicron had he gotten himself into..?
Fulcrum still had no idea how he got roped into the Scavengers, a band of merry mechs formed of the absolute worst Decepticons known to the history of all Cybertron. Honestly, their recruitment process was just as equally confusing as they were. They didn't bring Fulcrum aboard for his skills or his brilliant personality. No.
It had been his chin.
His. Chin.
Either way it was join the group or probably die alone so he took his chances and decided to tag along on their wacky adventures.. or whatever hijinks they were going to get into. Honestly the mech didn't have a single clue what to expect or just how long these guys would even be able to stay alive. Then again, if they'd lived this long maybe they were doing something right? Who was he to complain, especially when the rest of the Decepticons pretty much wanted him dead anyway. Wasn't that the whole reason he was converted into a bomb?
It had only been a couple of days on the WAP and Fulcrum decided maybe this was a good chance to get to know the other members of the group better. You know, when they weren't trying to scavenge his parts? As he made his way through the ship, he couldn't seem to find where the others were.
"It's quiet. Too quiet." Fulcrum squinted his optics suspiciously, keeping a look out for the others. Just what were they up to..?
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