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[defiant_rage]

[Ripa, in attempts to spite his squirt-happy comm device, has traveled to the caves. He is kneeling there now, his head bowed. The Arbiter had never been overtly religious, but his fanatical loyalty to his hierarchs has him attempting prayer.So full of hate were our eyes that none of us could see

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Find a good fight, that is what a warrior should do.

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Your jaw ever heal up?

[defiant_rage]

Ironhide.

[The greeting isn't as snarly as it might be for others. Ironhide has proved himself to be a very well-trained warrior, and for that Ripa practices grudging respect.]

My jaw is fine, yes. And your chest?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Arbiter.

[The more warriors on board, the better. So long as they're not like the Decepticons, which Ripa has proven not to be.]

Good. Chest... eh... ended up in pieces again. Someone figured out my small weakness.

[He says "small" rather amusedly - gaping chest holes are not small.]

[defiant_rage]

I'm going to assume that repairs of that type are difficult to complete? And that there are limited supplies onboard suitable for your kind?

[psychoticracer]

Troubled?

[That doesn't sound like the Ripa he knows.]

[defiant_rage]

... Minutely.

[It's as much as he'll ever admit to.]

I am simply wondering what I can accomplish for my leaders on this damned boat.

[psychoticracer]

[Hm. Now would be, perhaps, a bad time to point out that he might be the last of his species? The fact Erol even considers this goes to show that the Arbiter is high in his esteem.]

What did they ask of you at home?

[defiant_rage]

To carve a swath through the human vermin, and to unearth keys and relics of our gods. Technically, I could still kill some humans, but the Captain's interference would prove most annoying.