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Jetfire found himself wandering aimlessly around the garden, then paused, automatically kicking at the ruins of the bird-bath. His friends, what would they do without him, who would be taking his place as second in command? And he was never going to see any of his team, his friends again.

Sighing to himself, he moved away to start searching for a lake, a river, anything. Rad had said throwing stones into water was a good way to vent.

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"I don't mind the flavor," she says frankly. "But the texture's another story. Ah well. Someone will like them."

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"Alright" Jetfire nodded, folding his arms over his chest and glancing around curiously.

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"Well, I guess I'll leave you to get settled in. If you want fuel the mess hall's here, and the kitchen is here." She gives him directions for both rooms, and then turns to go.