Walls: Reboot 7 - The Trojan Horse

I rushed to the console next to the bulkhead, tendrils extending to work their magic, and- 'i have reviewed the situation, and i've located your position. want me to open the bulkhead?' '_ **yes!

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"Scribe" Chapter 11

“myself and civilian jeffrey andrews'lan are in ductwork seven port at bulkhead one-thirty-one, headed to bulkhead one-seventy." she put forth. “copy you are in ductwork seven port at bulkhead one-thirty-one, headed aft."

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Enemy of my Enemy, Chapter 1

bulkhead laughed. "since they still want to kill starscream's ass, i vote yes." "easy, bulkhead." optimus rested a hand on bulk's shoulder.

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ETTFC: Herm Dragon Egg Laying

When you get to the marked room, you see the number l-5389 on a plaque next to the bulkhead door. it opens and swings inwards. once you're inside, the bulkhead secures itself behind you.

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Walls: Reboot 1 - The Ring

A heavy thud hit the wall as i watched it, and the bulkhead indicators blinked to life. "pressure is equalizing... opening the bulkhead," boreas said. "would you suggest i hide my tendrils?" i asked. "good question...

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Walls Book 1 - Ch 15 : Secrets

I turned my head and focused on the bulkhead, "open the bulkhead." "i am not your enemy vilkas," athena said as the bulkhead opened. "i..." i found no answer and the turmoil of my mind made me rush out. ## 511 a.r.

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Hard Discipline in the Navy

The captain was now in a complete, primal frenzy and no longer considered anything else but the domination of the timberwolf lodged against the bulkhead.

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Walls Book 1 - Ch 19 : Redgate

Moments later the bulkhead leading out of the zone opened. ## **511 a.r.

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Know Your Enemy

After drifting down the passageway length for some distance, he came into contact with the opposite side bulkhead.

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Petty Horse-Iffer

Paul grimaced, his face pressed against the cold metal of the bulkhead as gus manoeuvred himself behind, the horse barely able to fit in the space even when alone.

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