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The portable cell was locked. The guard had been notified that their new prisoner would arrive within the hour. The fuel tank was filled to the brim. The hatch was open and Ranger Seven loomed overhead.
Everything was in order. The rocket was crafted far better than the villain it enclosed deserved. He'd have a smooth ride at a comfortable temperature the whole way in an orange cell with a quiet corner to meditate in and a comfortable cot to sleep in. There was even a window looking out to see the view of Shuggazoom en route to the moon.
As soon as Mandarin's prison rocket was through the hatch and the smoke has dissipated, the rocket's engineer burst into tears.
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Anonymous Asks: What got you guys into what you do? (Ya know, science, piloting, mathmatics, etc.)
"Antauri," Gibson protested, "Are you certain we should be letting Otto do this? I mean, if the neutron generator isn't configured properly, it could lead to a meltdown that could leave us stranded, or worse."
"Gibson, whoever put us here left us very little information to go on, but our roles were one of the few things they were specific on." Antauri waved the data disc that had been sitting on the console when they had awoken. Other than its sparse contents, including what roles they would each take and some basic information about the Super Robot's contents. It didn't even hint at who could have left them there in the first place…
But even though Gibson had only been active for a few days, he could tell that his knowledge database had to be far more extensive than Otto's. Otto was just… Otto didn't seem like heroic material period, much less one with