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- Magnaboss knew that he and his components were terrified at the prospect of losing, of complete and utter genocide, but after half a megacycle battling the unthinkably huge Grand Mal, the fear began to slip away, to be replaced with exhaustion and inertia.
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- The primary engineering compartment of the Grand Mal was a huge space, large enough for a Builder-scale combiner to form, though it’d probably need to crouch. Giant spinning pillars stretched from the unseen depths of the floor to the distant ceiling. Dynamos the size of skyscrapers screeched and sparked, and occasionally burst into flames, though the tank drones swarming like locustors were quick to extinguish any such conflagration. Vast piston-things pumped back and forth, purposefully but inscrutably. Squat gravimetric field displacement modules were strewn about, as were double-hulled energon storage tanks. Tubes and wires and conduits ran every which way, creating a maze that a good engineer might be able to untangle given a well-labeled map and a few solar cycles. A series of catwalks gave access, up and down this gargantuan compartment, a true testament to the sheer scale of the Great War.
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