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The TB's began to rapidly gather up the pieces of thier fallen
comrades and scuttle back into the ship. Smith watched through the
monitor, glad that all that paperwork had been averted.
"Return my robotic warriors!"
All the TB's hurredly returned, pausing along the way to make a
few.. adjustments.
OOC:What are the TB's planning? Sorry I couldnt be there for the
action, I was sleeping.