Goa grumbles out of Polyhex' hangars, cutting magnetic engines so quickly he practically skirts-tumbles the side of the fortress city. No patrol on his schedule. He didn't mind his job. Came to like it, actually. But any Decepticon would get bored repeating the same shift. Seeing the same lack of contacts. And Goa knew all too well what happened when he got bored. (It usually ended with a new paintjob and a processor a notch or two more futzed than before.) (repose) Long distance to Goa: Slipstream is not amused right now, that's perfectly clear over the link.