[And out they both go into the dust clouds of the Luminous Sea. The Moira shrinks as the force of the rushing air pushes them outwards, farther and farther away from the ship.]
[Megatron's grip is iron as he presses against the metal keeping this human alive, none too bothered by the change in scenery. Their rush through a luminescent dust cloud comes to a slow stop as his own thrusters activate. Blue flames flick out of his boots.]
This suit of yours has done you a lot of favors, human.
[His other hand lightly runs its clawtips over the Crusader armor, feeling the grooves before stopping at his helmet.]
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[Megatron's grip is iron as he presses against the metal keeping this human alive, none too bothered by the change in scenery. Their rush through a luminescent dust cloud comes to a slow stop as his own thrusters activate. Blue flames flick out of his boots.]
This suit of yours has done you a lot of favors, human.
[His other hand lightly runs its clawtips over the Crusader armor, feeling the grooves before stopping at his helmet.]