User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150606021538

(Orbit stares longingly at Serra's transparent form for a few moments longer.)

Orbit: ...

(Drying his eyes, he turns away.)

Orbit: ...Thank you, Thunder Wing. Do whatever you need to.

Decibelle: [sigh] Just when I thought the day was over...

[click]

Decibelle: The Balkham escapees gave us more trouble than we expected. And they still managed to escape. But I can see we got more important things to worry about. Anything we can do to help?

(Star-Lord flies through the city at high-speed, blasting as many robots as he can with shots of photon energy.)

Star-Lord: Man, there's no end to these things!

(Mayor Blossom collapses onto the ground after Acolyte's rescue, her lungs starved for air. She coughs and wheezes, and her eyes begin to water.)

Blossom: Oh, heavens...! Tha... Thank you... so much...!

Chance: Long story short? Robots are taking over Maretropolis. You got another chopper? We need to get the hay out of here.