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Red walked into the room where the techno-organics waited.

Red: "Well done y'all. Don'tchya agree?"

She looked up at Optimus.

Tristan: "Wait! Hold on! Why'd Kasey do that?!"

Red:  "B'cause tha' was 'th whole point 'a this excercise. Teamwork, 'an it's 'th main key 't be'n a team. Ya can't do everythang on yer own. Y'all saw how it took all 'a ya 't make it through. Some a ya went yer own way, 'an ended up getting left b'hind. But jest remember this; Ya will always 'ave each othah, no mattah what obstacle is block'n yer path."

I couldn’t help but smile a little.

Blade: Just like we'll always have yours, Red.

Red: "Now, y'all hit 'th showers 'an go 'ave some fun. 'Member, lunch is at twelve!"

Everyone raced out, chattering away and heading for the different locker rooms. "Now . . . 't clean this whole place up."

She sighed, she and Soundwave getting down to work.

I nodded at Optimus, and we entered the room. It didn’t seem right for them to clean this whole mess by themselves.

Blade: "Hey Red, mind if we help?"

Red: "Go right 'head! Jest watch some 'a this stuff, it's sharp."

She warned, then picked up the metal net, obviously having been at the mercy of Velma’s jaws.

Red: "Hoo . . . Velma's gett'n good. This net would take a normal Scraplet a good minute 't chew through."

I smiled lightly at the (good?) news; the techno-organics here seemed to be good at a lot of things. Optimus and I went right to work, picking up pieces and putting them in scrap piles.

Red sighed, after about an hour, the mess was finally cleaned up.

Red: "Thanks y'all. This helps so much."

She pressed a button and some trap doors opened, the scraps falling beneath. But some remained.

Red: "Those're Velma's. She lahkes scraps 'a metal."

Blade: "I can only imagine."

I commented, my tone humored.

Red dusted off her hands.

Red: "Okay . . . let's see-."

She was cut off by some yelling and saw a techno-organic with white, spikey hair and another with long silver-purple hair arguing.

Red: "Whoops . . . duty calls."

She quickly hurried over.

Red: " 'Ey now y'all! Whut's go'n on?"

She asked, hands on her hips. It was kind of comical, to see her so demanding and in charge given her small stature.

???: "He said that Seekers are all evil!"

???: "And they are!"

Red: " 'Old it! Hokay, start at 'th beginn'n."

???: "Well . . ."

The one with white hair began.

???: "Narissa was telling me about how since Starscream is a Seeker and he's a 'Con, then all Seekers are born and meant to be evil!!!"

???: "I was only saying! I didn't mean anything I was just saying!"

Narissa defended herself.

Red: "Opal, Narissa, ya 'member when ya learnt tha' Soundwave was a 'Con? He was s'posed 't beh a Seeker 't, right?"

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