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In all honesty, Jason had very little idea what in the hell was goin go on. Everything seems to happen so fast here, that he was pretty sure that if he hadn’t had to deal with clusterfucks like this before he’d be curled up in a ball and muttering to himself in a corner. As it was, he knew he...

Jetfire looks over at the rather large... whatever that thing was, being carried by Grimlock. It was rare to see something so clearly bigger than a cybertronian, and he had to say it pissed him right off. However, he didn’t say anything, instead electing to simply let Grimlock carry the big...

Jason was busy rubbing his head, ears still ringing from that barrage of artillery as he heaved himself up from where he had dived to the ground. Checking himself, he noted that he still had both arms and legs, and was pretty sure that his hearing would return soon. To be honest, it was a pretty...

“Hmph. Don’t need to concern yourself with those rust buckets woman. I’ll handle them.” Jetfire grumbles, scooping up Jason with a hand (who lets out a ‘woah!’ of surprise) and placing the vigilante on top of his head. The ancient transformer then turns towards a building and begins to scale it...

“Yeah, I know of you lot.” Jason comments in between the roar of his stolen weapon, the nimble vigilant making full use of Grimlock’s bulk to hide whenever things got a little hairy. “In my part of the multiverse, you guys are an old T.V show. Oh, by the way, if you didn’t know we’ve hopped...

“By Primus kid, were dropped on yer head as a Sparkling? You speak worse than Soundwave.” Jetfire mutters back, his axe cleaving through two tanks with ease and setting off a series of exolosions, even as his shoulder mounted weapons began to all fire simultaneously and lit up the street in wave...

The moment the group made it inside, Norman found a place to sit down and take stock of his situation. He didn’t have his guns, his cannon, his nades, and if that sand managed to get into the circuitry of his armour he could kiss what he did have goodbye. With that in mind, he began to dislodge...

Norman familiarised himself with the weapon as the rest of husband party talked, aiming down the sights, disassembling and reassembling, the works. It was only when he was certain he knew every other function that he decided to test its most important feature. He held down the trigger on the...

“I have no idea what most of those mean, but I recognise the word carbind so i’ll take that rail gun thing.” Norman admits to Mundi, only slightly sad he wouldn’t be able to get any of his blasters back. He would need to adapt to newer, more foreign weapons now, if he wanted to survive. Looking...

Norman’s head snapped around towards Mundi as the little droid said what he thought he did. Frankly he didn’t understand what the UNSC even was, but at this point he had come to accept that the majority of people around him had come from far different galaxies than himself. Stepping forward, he...

Norman jumped, rubbing at his ankles as Mundi crashed into them. Turning around, he was greeted by the sight of the cheerful droid. “Mundi! I was wondering where you had gotten to!” He says happily, surprised he had bonded with the strange droid so quickly. Suspension bridge effect? “I’d pat...

@Snowtwo @Raynar Saassin Norman nodded at the newcomers, the helmet masking his grin at receiving reinforcements. “Clone Trooper 1066, AKA Norman, at your service. It’s my mission to make sure we all make it through this, until or heavier hitters get their powers back under control.” He says...

Norman wasn’t entirely too sure what she wasn’t talking about, with goddesses and belief and ‘buffs’, but he could certainly feel the effect. The super soldier felt good. Very good. The burns on his face seemed to fade into the background as his... everything increased. He felt like he could rip...

Wel at least he didn’t have to worry about if she was lucid. The kid seemed to have her head screwed on properly, thank the force. Although he was worried at how she was using him for a support, he let it slide, what with the whole ‘lost in the middle of the desert’ thing. “Well,” He begins...

“Uuugggghhh.” Was the only sound to come from Norman as the clone rolled onto his side, flashbacks of a war torn Geonosis racing through his mind as he looked around. It was... a more familiar sight than he cared for. He remembered falling from a transport on... a similar planet. The senator had...

Norman shared a glance with the man, but was unable to get a response out as he was startled by someone shouting loud enough to send the feeling of needles through his brain. At the appearance of monsters forming around them, Norman felt a grin coming on. He had had enough of this confusion...

Norman wasn’t able to hear the commander’s words over the commotion that’s occurred the moment she opened her mouth. In the whirlwind of activity, the Clone found himself growing more and more agitated as he lost control over all but his inbuilt weapons and found himself surrounded on all sides...

Brandon laid upon the slab of metal they called a table, unable to move as the man’s body was wracked with constant pain. His teeth grit as he seethed with anger, spittle flying from his mouth as he roared at anyone who could hear him. He could turn his head from side to side, even tilt it up a...

Norman was surprised and disappointed, to say the least, when the Twilek states that she wasn’t part of the republic. He had truly been happy to have found a commanding officer once again, but at being shut down, his mind couldn’t help but wander. If she wasn’t a Jedi, then what was- He was...

“CT-1066, AKA Norman, reporting for duty Ma’am!” Norman says happily, snapping off a crisp salute to the Twilek as she stood up and, happy beyond belief that one of the republic generals had finally found themselves with him. He could take orders now, like a good soldier! Holding his helmet...