“Definitely,” he agrees. “Too bad we haven’t been able to contact her back since then.”
Beneath Salvation was the blue sea of Planet Omega, which went down for who-knows how many fathoms. Shadows of strange, gigantic mechanimals could be seen swimming beneath the surface.
Hopefully Gatecrasher wasn’t too awestruck, for the water suddenly erupts as one of these giants- a biped with black armor, dark-grey biomechanical flesh, and an overall appearance of a fearsome hybrid of Godzilla and an Evangelion erupts from the water, roaring and trying to swallow the bot in one bite.
The bombs explode in the creature’s mouth, sending plumes of fire and smoke rising from between its jaws. The monster groans in pain and falls back into the water with a splash.
OOC:
That’s… pretty powerful. Mind if Gatecrasher inconveniently uses up his supply here for the sake of game balancing?
“whew. That was close” thought Gatecrasher. and he continued on his way.
OOC; an A10 thunderbolt has 11 hard points. I thought of him equipped with 4 of these with 2000, 2 with only a 500lb yield, 2 AIM-9 Sidewinder air-to-air missiles, and 5 AGM-65 laser guided missiles which have a 300lb yield.
The Savant was still docked in hangar thirty-one, looking to be in very good shape. Likely, this was the best it had looked since its construction almost 100 million years ago.
“Yeah, me too,” Sprocket says.
“I’m wondering how she’s even here, too,” he adds after a pause.
“I mean, aren’t we supposed to be the first cybertronians here? Or at least, the first in a very long time?”
Daria looks at Sprocket with a question floating in her head. Her holographic face forms a question mark.
“Didn’t you already answer you’re own question? I may not fully know our history, but I if someone came before us, doesn’t this mean a colony could have formed? That would easily explain what she is doing here.”
“Download is 98 percent complete, Gatecrasher,” the Savant’s AI says, its voice bearing a faint accent (of what kind, it was hard to tell) and neither distinctly male or female.
Sprocket nods, an impassioned look in his optics. Now Daria was speaking his language.
“But all the colonies are accounted for,” he says quickly, excitedly. “I mean, we know the Knights were planning another colonization program before the War of the Primes, but then, y’know, the War of the Primes happened, and they-…”
Sprocket stops talking as he works things out in his head.
“…A lost colony would explain some things about this planet…” he says- slowly, at first, his cadence gaining speed again as he continued to think through this puzzle.