[A crazed terrorist stealing a nuke. Ankaia declaring war on earth. Optimus's death, and the withdrawal of the Autobots from earth. Some giant space monster rushing towards the planet. It's been a great time, and so its end finds Jen perched on the edge of Alahambra Base's roof, staring off into the night at a distant city.]

...The hell do you think you're doing, Jennifer...gonna get yourself killed at this rate.

Life ain't a superhero comic...

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...

[Peola's going to do the same. Whether its because she thinks its just an Earth thing to do or just doing it because if feels right its hard to say. Either way the bit of concrete goes sailing through the air.]

Not always. Life doesn't work like that, even back home. But... you held on longer than most people like you probably would I think.

... Do you want to leave?
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...Maybe you can just stay here and... not fight? I mean you could just do something else maybe.
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[Peola... was actually surprised about that.]

But that's stupid. How's everything you did count as 'reckless'? I mean you were fighting for your life!
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...Oh...

[That's actually... pretty surprising. She figured that somehow those people were getting taken care of regardless but the fact that Jen was paying them back out of her own pocket was...]

I didn't think you were that noble... kinda stupid of me.
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[Peola genuinely has no idea what to say here and thus she absently picks up another chipped piece of concrete to lob it absently.]

...Well... maybe if we can figure a way out to toss my hag of a mother back home... you could... claim the reward? I mean with what she did it could be worth... well a ransom of my own father. Maybe...

I'm not sure what he or the magistrates would give for her.
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... Please don't ever bring that up when we do hand her over. Ever. The last thing I need is my father getting more ideas.
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You'd probably be bored in days too.

[The Princess snickered a little before tossing Jen another chunk of concrete.]

One more for the night?
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You're on! I won't even need my ki for this.

[Peola eagerly pops her knuckles before grabbing one of her own.]

On three?
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[Peola whistles, clearly impressed before doing a wind up of her own.]

I think there's a saying about someone who laughs last-!

[While it wasn't blinding the rock goes far... then there's the sound of it crashing into something loudly, several more crashes, a car alarm sounding off and a loud curse rising into the air.]

... Um...
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