Prowl shook his head again and powered the bars behind Venom Shard. The security officer gave a curt nod to Ironhide and Ironhide left while Prowl took a seat at a little desk in a corner and took out a datapad to work on. With a bored swipe, he organized the guard schedule for the next few cycles, carefully excluding the dragon-fems, Ironhide, and the Lambotwins; hopefully the 'Cons would trade for the prisoner before then.
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((Uhm... Megs, I did not follow that. I think. What are you talking about, injure Crystaltide?))




























