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Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	What Makes a Warrior Aug 13, 2017 14:54:40 GMT Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 14:54:40 GMT Characters: @renegade , Optimus Prime Location: Nevada's Outskirts Content Warnings: Potential mention of violence Plot Summary: The Autobots' radar picks up Renegade's signal and Optimus attempts to recruit her.
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What Makes a Warrior Aug 13, 2017 15:08:51 GMT

Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 15:08:51 GMT

Perched on the cliff side was the General Renegade, licking her wounds and pondering her next move. She'd forged a makeshift patch for her wing, and traveled quite a ways from where she'd encountered Cyclonus and Windblade. She knelt, her elbow resting on what would be her knee strut, her intuitive cyan optics scanning the world below her. She heaved a deep sigh, rising to her full height with slight difficulty. Her limbs were still stiff from being cooped up for such a long period of time.

She turned and began walking away from the setting sun, which cast an almost glowing hue upon her battle scarred armor. The femme had earlier sent out a sort of signal, a beacon to alert others in the area of her presence, but now that no one had come, despite how cautious she'd been lately, she felt lonely and depressed.