The problem is... there is no one here with the tools to effectively handle my armor. It is heavier, denser, than anyone else's.
[And it's also more scarred and worn than anyone else's. His right optic is almost completely scarred over, the metal shutters warped and broken. A good chunk of his chest armor is scorched and broken, thanks to the missile he took in Egypt. Countless more scars and old injuries cover his armor, amidst tattoos and markings.]
[He nudges Jetfire with an elbow, noticing where his attention is going.]
... You have a story you want to tell?
[It's not said accusingly. Almost curiously.]
[Hey, it's something to focus on besides hating life right now.]
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The problem is... there is no one here with the tools to effectively handle my armor. It is heavier, denser, than anyone else's.
[And it's also more scarred and worn than anyone else's. His right optic is almost completely scarred over, the metal shutters warped and broken. A good chunk of his chest armor is scorched and broken, thanks to the missile he took in Egypt. Countless more scars and old injuries cover his armor, amidst tattoos and markings.]
[He nudges Jetfire with an elbow, noticing where his attention is going.]
... You have a story you want to tell?
[It's not said accusingly. Almost curiously.]
[Hey, it's something to focus on besides hating life right now.]