Any other grown men here to talk some serious ass business with?
Perhaps if you got yourself a proper cygar, and not some piddly little thing like that.
We found an old space hulk today. Looked like it had been drifting for millions of stellar cycles. Scans showed no life signs, so we boarded her to see what we could salvage. Not a lot as it turns out.
The ship was full of dead Quintessons.
NOPE NOPE NOPE
Okay, the sprinkler system took car of the fires. Now there is melted rubber EVERYWHERE.
It’s going to take someone ages to clean all this up.
It won’t be me in case you were wondering.
On account of me being the captain.
So I come out of my recharge cycle to the smell of burning rubber. So I think that one of my crew may have been using the ship’s corridors as a race track again.
THERE IS A LITERAL TYRE FIRE IN THE CORRIDORS.
ALL OF THEM.
So we were exploring an area on the galactic rim today and we came across this big (though not really by Cybertronain standards) black ship with weird arm things on the front. It transmitted a really strange, bassy sound and started interfering with The Thunderhead’s (my ship) systems. We fired a warning shot and then all these yellow lights on the front lit up and it fired some kind of energy beam at us.
We took down its shields with a single barrage from our fusion cannons. They surrendered pretty quickly. Turns out the ship was controlled by a fairly sophisticated AI, and didn’t know we were “technological constructs”. The ship apologised for the attack, and left. Our sensors show it head out of the galaxy into intergalactic space.
It was a very peculiar encounter, though it is nice to know there are other cybernetic lifeforms other than Cybertronians.
"There is absolutely no way we can escape the gravitational pull of a Neutron Star!"
Hah! I showed them! That star never saw it coming!
By that I mean we blew up a star.
It was everything I ever hoped it would be.
In your face Cobalt!