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Who: Trailbreaker, Arcee |
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*The autobot insignia fades, Trailbreaker's grinning trademarked (tm) grin of grinningness fills the entire camera view. It quickly pans out to display the one-trick pony in his office. It's not really his office at all, in actuality.. it's a janitor's closet in Iacon.*
"Welcome minibots, headmasters, gestalt limbs, cassettes, commanders, comrades to another installment of 'Autobot of the Week'!! This week we have another favorite of the rank and file.. Arcee!!"
The screen shifts to a readout of everyone's favorite Femme, highlight reels play on the sidebar, statistics scroll on the main screen. Meanwhile, Trailbreaker's voice narrates it. "Today we salute you, Military Commander warrior woman Arcee. Not only did you spearhead a mission to capture Sterling himself, but you've taken all of the Military division under your 'wing' of protection and expert guidance." Patriotic music chords in the background. "She proves the responsibilities inherent with the job are strong enough for a mech, but made for a femme!! While most bots would shy away from squishy organic missions, except maybe Landfill, you embrace the dissection of the Cybernetic Bugs found in space."
An audible cracking sound can be heard, when the camera switches over to Trailbreaker enjoying a drink. "So crack open a can of Nightmare Fuel, Millitary Commander warrior woman Arcee. Without you, pink would just be another silly color in the spectrum."
*The camera fades to black, replaced by the Autobot logo.*