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tucking her bazooka beneath a blanket && patting it awkwardly .

" you did good, son ."
...
Pat.
Pat .
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.. in fact- she preferred them.
especially over people.

...
it wasn't exactly this cliffjumper's Fault that he was so clearly a con product, a poor clone of the original, sent to destroy the autobots from the inside via.
Positive emotion.

..
he's had better luck making friends than her .

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&& this tiny, shaking creature seemed no different now.
just shrunken back with large optics.

her digits remain on her weapon, unbiased by the disgruntled defense.
simply trying to study his doppleganger.

... however.
while she was not a fan of Mercy..
...
animals were not the worst.

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cliffjumper stands taller than most minibots due to her pedes being able to produce cleat-like spikes at the bottoms that can be shot off, shrank, or lengthened at will for better cliff climbing .

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" .... hello.
.. Namaste ? "
helm tilts farther than it logically should
his posture corrects, weapon back to orderly aim at the little one
as the taller would be naturally inclined to protect out of height differential. only sound
" do not tremor
this is better than a gun

this is a bazooka ."

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.. gone.
.. she misunderstands the greeting. why is this mech introducing herself? of course this is cliffjumper.
She* is cliffjumper.
she knows that . because he is cliffjumper.
his helm swivels at the smaller one, whom she must have wrongly presumed, as his actual name seems to be..
..

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even against- well.
cliffjumper .
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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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.... here .

... he is still learning them .
... ' emotions ' .
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she is content with either result in the skirmish. violence is violence. he is not picky .
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she would love nothing more than to peel back this mech's cranium cover && dissect to the root of the damage .
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shooting out her wrists.

reloading while he levels her sword, pointing it at medial his white midriff, the sharp edge kissing metal with its tip .

" woof . "

the smallest of curved smiles finally arcing up her cold, pointed features.

this . was fun .

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