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[Bulkheads cabin filled with the smell of burnt rubber as he races out the ship, leaving tracks he couldn't care less about.] [He needed to drive. He didn't want to be in that ship anymore. ] [Aimless he circles the city, letting energy guide his wheels and gears.

[Bulkhead was in a cycle. Sitting in his berth, walking the halls of the steelhaven, and walking by saris door, hoping to hear something to indicate she was there. Or sitting at his desk with nothing but a data pad in front of him, waiting for it to ping with news, a message, or

Bulkhead turned off the feed and for a second, he just looked forward. Staring at all the new colors hes added to the walls of his room since he was told to come here. "I'm going outside." He said to no one in particular, hefting himself from the desk hes been at for hours, and

//every conversation ive tried to have with you, you shut it down. Every fun thing i tried to propose you rudely uhm actuallyed me. You are genuinely unpleasant to be around and make every conversation somehow about how you are right, and had the worst life. I attempted to do what you said and tell

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30 shanix and i'll draw your enemies with mammaries and pregnancies. No holds barred. I have the right to refuse service to anyone.

The birds chirped in the distance and the sun was beautifully shining through the leaves of the trees, providing good shade for Bulkhead And bumblebee to hide in. Bulkheads optical scope pushed to their farthest limit as he examined the local infrastructure,