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... she is very intrigued by the close relationships exhibited here . staring helps her imagine himself one day having one of his own. a mech who could be called . . Friend .
fascinating studies .
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.. even his own clone...
....
another disembodied helm shake, soft, disagreeing owl-like coos whistling from her battle-scarred lips.

this poor, poor con.
he fears the mech has gone crazy .

...
well.

time to put it out of its misery, then .

cliffjumper.
she gets the job done .

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........ ?
ah.
it appears.. the decepticons have become so desperate for Decent Soldiers..
... that they have..
... cloned her.
..cliffjumper steels his surprise.
they've done worse .

though- she didn't expect his clone to so. .... small .
she is...
..insert correct emotional term
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decepticons maiming each other ? mm. this pleases the cliffjumper .
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.. owl helm tilt, one horn flickering curiously .
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she is content with this .
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marching over to take a seat behind the guilty seeker, back turned to hide from the confiscation officer who never stopped speed walking after her.

" yes. distract him. i require cover . "
her earthy monotone baritone low.
sitting with his bazooka, hugging it tightly .

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pronouns : he / she .
voice claim :
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in the silence of twilight
i do not go gentle .
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