I'm in
@Guy of Z
Stifling a shout of surprise at the CR chamber getting shaken to the Medbay floor by Sideways' little escapade, Sixshot notices that the fall had caused the chamber's opening to become slightly ajar; greeting his optics with a dull, sterile light. Hardly expecting any help from whatever cybertronians and/or mechanical life-forms that put him in the thing in the first place, the Ex-Con mercenary simply helps himself out of the device with some difficulty due to his stay in the chamber failing to completely restore his servomotors and hydraulics to peak efficiency before he rolls out onto the floor.
"Now what?"
Running a self-diagnostic, he realizes that most of his built-in weapons were rendered inoperable; either due to damage or through a mode-locking device or program his gracious hosts have put into him.
After being taken to the CR chamber, it took Sixshot several hours to reboot himself from the intense self-inflicted damage he has suffered, a new record for the ex-decepticon mercenary it seemed. Focusing his regenerating optics, he realizes that he can't see scrap because he's in a CR chamber, an older model since it wasn't transparent.
What's with this antique? Don't tell me this means...
<Snipped quote by Guy of Z>
A burning meteor screamed through the air, the hurtling winds of it's passage causing the ice within Negi's hands to crack and melt slightly before the object itself slammed into the back of the heroic minister magi.
He was sent flying, slamming against the ground at speeds not even his lightning form's techniques could match before he slid to a stop in a crumpled heap.
What lay in a crater where he and his teacher's remains formerly stood was a box, stenciled upon it's cardboard form was the blocky letters spelling "GUNDMA"
The box tipped over, accompanied by the sound of metal clattering against the hard earth. A mop of green fabric, like the head of a mop, rolled towards Negi before abruptly coming to a stop. Soulless yellow orbs, frozen in terror, locked with Negi's own.
A shambling figure rose from the dreaded container, an untidy mop of curled yellow hair shook itself. Inhuman lips opened wide in a crude yawn.
"Shit, I'm bored." Aaron Gentles muttered, as he looked around for his lone companion throughout the stars, Wilson.