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Jul. 28th, 2022 at 7:02 PM
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The Net was large, but Bob was not prepared for how large the User's...er, Net, was (universe, he's heard it called). Oh, and don't ask him how he got here. That was about as complicated as the world outside of Cyberspace. Been outside of Cyberspace for quite a few cycles by now, though. Thrown into rogue status once again and desperately searching for a way to recover his friends. Until then, Bob found himself on a ship. With company that reminded him a lot of the Web Riders.

They, too, were rough sprites. Some had less of a code than others. Though most held honor in their own way, Bob still refused to delete any coded peoples, bug or web creature alike. Oddly enough, it was how steadfast he held this compass that got him on their side even if they disagreed. He didn't change back then and he certainly wasn't going to change now.

Gentle clanking of footfalls rang out through to the bridge where he stood at its threshold. "System's back online, Captain." He doesn't enter until permission's granted, "fried quite a few wires back in that last firefight."

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Aug. 6th, 2022 10:44 pm (UTC)
He's heard about that. It's not as if Bob would--okay, he would, back in the day, and still sometimes today. After everything, though, the Guardian had compiled up quite a bit with the way he processed things. Especially compared to when he first entered Mainframe. This all said, he did a bit of research into the Captain. Whatever he could find. Some from archives and some from word. Made him curious, but he was waiting for a good opportunity. Felt like it might be coming up soon the way this conversation was going.

"Not for a lack of other people hoping," came with a somewhat amused tone as he stepped further in. No, Bob sure wasn't the type at all. Had eyes for one sprite only and that sprite was in the past. "D'you mind?" He waves to the empty co-pilot seat. "Best to have a direct link to the main console." A nano. "Anyway, I'll need a powerup myself. Fuel myself, fuel the ship, grab some parts--but honestly, you've picked up some decent mechanics who know more about hardware than me."
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Aug. 7th, 2022 01:56 pm (UTC)
Yondu might be able to entertain a softer demeanor now, but not too soft. He's still a Ravager. He's still got people after him- will until the day he dies. And he damn well knows that the Kree aren't the biggest things pissed with him. Sure, most of the onus fell on Peter and Peter, being one of their kind, got a pass by default. But when Celestials are riled with you for offin' one of their own.

"Yeah, well, if you can do it I want somethin' strong enough to take on the worst kinda ship. We're talkin' on par with the Dark Aster-" the Behemoth of a Kree warship. Perhaps one that Bob's managed to gather info on. Perhaps not. "'Cause it seems we've gotten in the habit of bitin' off moren' we can chew. But I don't really feel like scalin' down."

And having to rely on allies swooping in at the last minute has become exhausting. He wants to do it himself. Or as by himself as a man and a crew can be.
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