“ So if I can carry it it’s mine?” “ That would be the agreement. Anything in the entire gladiator pit! A special one time deal~” Orion considers this very seriously. He’d been down here on a dare. Purchased a ticket into the arena and he’d been amazed and horrified by the spectacles within. Now with his stroke of luck, he’d managed to win some sort of raffle. The Archivist rocks on his pedes unsurely. There’s weapons, mods, all sorts of things littered about for him to chose from. There’s a few gladiators watching the proceedings even. One of them was the one he was so impressed by earlier… Orion thinks he looks bored, and angry that he’s even where he is. Which gives the Historian a delightful idea. Orion’s optics brighten a little, regarding the Consul of the Pit,” So anything that I can physically lift and carry out is mine. Regardless of what it is?” The mech looks irritated,” Look youngling. Pick something, see if you can carry it and get.” Orion lifts his servos, smiling sheepishly,” I was just confirming.” Then he strides to the hard edged silver mech,” I apologize in advance for this.” The red optics widen, and he sneers,” For wha-!” He ends on a rather undignified note, servos up, balanced delicately and seemingly effortlessly in red and blue arms. The consul is staring, every mech is staring really. Orion nearly bounces towards the scarred mech,” I can carry it. So it’s mine. Thank you very much for this!” The consul’s mouth forms make shapes but no sound escapes. Orion’s helm barely reached Megatronus’ spark are. The consul steps aside, and Orion walks past happily. If the little mech can lift a gladiator of his size and weight he’s not going to tell him no. Orion smiles at the bigger mech in his arms who seems flustered,” …I think we’re going to get along very much. I’m Orion Pax. And I look forward to getting to know you Megatronus.”
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