Hey all, welcome to Destron airspace. This is XO Gaihawk of the Brestforce, and this is indeed where I chill when I’m not out saving the universe or giving Hellbat fifty beats. This place is wrapped up tighter than Elita’s … Hang on… is it before nine? Okay, never mind that then. Now – security here is high at all times so if you’ve got any weapons you’d better leave them at the door or else the Security teams will be called in, and hell man, ya’ really don’t wanna’ upset our Destron Security teams! They are one mean buncha’ dudes, and of course, ahem, dudesses. Now – let’s get this one straight once and for all shall we? I am NOT a wash over! No Sir! So I got a polite, well mannered exterior an’ I don’t brawl, it gets my paint dirty y’see. But under this all, I can be a tight ba-erm ... Destron just like Hell’ an’ the rest of ‘em. It’s just Leozack an’ I were brought up proper, you know? We don’t pick senseless battles, we fight honourable duels at the right times. But you take one look into that smelting pit and at the Cybertron’s death lists and the causes of death, an’ you’ll soon see that when I AM crossed, I can get very mad. What with my ninja skills, ice shard attacks and so on, plus the fact I ain’t a coward. I don’t retreat, an’ I don’t surrender, see. Ahh gee, it’s been a long day. Here, get Raptor or someone to look after ya’, human ... I need a nice hot oil bath methinks. Ohh yes. That was onea’ my better ideas. Gotta’ make a quick radio call outta’ the city a second, go on shoo. Get on with ya’, I’m gonna’ be BUSY for some time. GET!

<Action> Gaihawk pushes you towards a Destron tele-shifter and strides off, greasing his beak…