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Fable: The Cat and the PupMorning. The sun came up, but no birds sang because of the cold. But that was ok, he heard songs still, though he wasn’t really sure how. But it was ok; it was the music that helped him go about his duties. He would wake up, and get dressed in eth cloths Ms. Victoria had given him he didn’t care that they were girl clothes either, they were nice and not turn up, plus they were from her. So they were the best in his opinion.
After he was dressed, he went downstairs to the bar where Ms. Melanie would give him his job for the day. It had taken a few days to get used to it, but he was actually enjoying working for Ms. Victoria. Sometimes he would be asked to wash things, sometimes he would be asked to go fetch things from the market with Jack or Quida, which he was all very happy to do. Fable was such a pretty place, though he sometimes felt like the people were looking at him funny. Jack and Quida said he was just being silly (well Jack did, Quida said it in a way he really wo
TFP: Wrecking Ball -epilogue-After all that, I was in really bad shape, both inside and out. The docs did their best to patch me up physically, but mentally…well you know, it’s not that big of a deal. They seemed to think so for some reason, and wouldn’t let me get back to my unit, or even go off with another that rolled on through. It really drove me up a wall for the longest time. I did my best to be useful once they realized they couldn’t tie me down to a berth to rest, but it just wasn’t the same…
“Oh c’mon doc,” the green mech tried to keep pace with the older gray bot. “Cap said I could go back out soon as you clear me. Sp just clear me, and I’m out of your servos.”
“That’s just the thing Liftkit, I can’t do that,” he huffed, both from being tired of this argument and at the data pad he was just handed.
“C’mon, you said all my parts and pieces are accounted for now.”
TFP: Wrecking Ball -part 3-I lost track of Picker-excuse me, “Pick’em Up” for a while after the first encounter. I don’t know, maybe I spooked him; maybe the Cons didn’t want me pulling him out of their clutches. I don’t know…I don’t even really care anymore. All that mattered was hunting him down and getting some answers. It took nearly a stellar-cycle before I was able to get the slightest whiff of a location he could be at. My C.O.s weren’t into personal vendettas, and seeing as I wasn’t exactly into getting a court marshal, all I could do was keep my audios open, and hope we’d cross paths again. If only I’d known he was thinking the same thing; I really should have expected that though.
Things were quiet. Too quiet actually. This had been a heavy centralized Deception sector just days before; by the time this squadron of Autobots had arrived, the place had become a virtual ghost town. There was no rhyme or reason for it either. T
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