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      Not having been in this huge city long enough to be exposed to the more blatantly inhuman residents, Bakura is caught off guard by the sight of what can only be described as a giant robot. He really wished he had a better description prepared, but that is the only thing that truly sums it up. Blinking rapidly, he looked up at the imposing figure, not as giant as he might have imagined when confronted with the term ‘giant robot’ but certainly large enough, at around ten or so feet high, to qualify.

      And so, lacking in any concept of personal space, Bakura does the only rational thing one can do when confronted with something otherworldly: he goes up to touch it.

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        “... No, way.”

        Breathlessly, Drift utters words of disbelief in shuddering intervals. There’s no mistaking it-- red and orange decal coupled with an unmistakable gait equated to none other than Rodimus himself. Months had passed with nary a smidgen of familiarity and it had to be Rodimus to break the monotony of nameless faces.

        Rodimus, whose last moments with Drift were unpleasant for the most part. Under his command (and further underneath being Drift’s own reason and decision thereof) he was stripped of his badge. Stripped of a family who barely wanted him around.

       Truth be told, the feelings in Drift’s chest were conflicting DREAD and RELIEF. Nevertheless... he finds himself calling an old comrade’s name in the dwindling masses.

        “Rodimus!”