Helex’s frame groaned with each one of his movements aboard The Peaceful Tranny.

His smaller pairs of arms were crossed, whilst the other worked on a datapad. The smell of burnt metal and blood radiated from him, most likely due to the smelting furnace he has built into himself.

His optics flickered from one data pad to the next, a small groan left his mouth as he got frustrated. His smaller pair of hands slammed down on the table, as he continued to vigorously work on the tablets, as if they were his lifeline.

His frame was easily over 10 meters tall; and on top of that, he could fit ANOTHER transformer into his smelting machine.

He never felt any remorse. None of them do.