For the short amount of time that Tucker had been around, there had been a gratuitous amount of flirting and a reckless surface veneer, enough that it made the idea of his own memories a fearful path to tread. Funny enough, there was a distinct lack of females in them, no parties, no flirting. There was a boring base, something that looked old, abandoned and forgotten, aside from a few blue banners hanging off the walls. Somewhere in the heart there would be a flag on a short pole, but no one really knew why it was important.

The base, though, had a tall, free-standing doorway on the roof, with green light where the door should be. Teleporter. Tucker hated them because they made him nauseous and the black stuff on his armor was a pain, but hey, maybe someone else would have better luck.

There was just...