Salvation: Part II

[ProfSrlojohn]

@ToaNoah_Wafflemeister

and then hugged her back with an arm.

She sighed a sob, and smiled with her eyes closed.

OOC: Well, we finally have reached a new level.

[ToaNoah_Wafflemeister]

“Feeling better?”

[ProfSrlojohn]

@ToaNoah_Wafflemeister

“Feeling better?”

She looked up at him smiling. “I always feel better around you Blight.” She said.

[ToaNoah_Wafflemeister]

“Aw,” he purred. “That’s the first time anyone’s ever said something like that to me!”

[ProfSrlojohn]

@ToaNoah_Wafflemeister

he purred.

OOC: that’s an odd word choice.

IC: “It can’t be. Your too nice.”

[Chromeharpoon]

@BlackBeltGamer98

“Can we help you?” Epsilon asked the guards as he continued to run.

The guards shake their heads.

“I was going to ask the same to you,” one asks. "You seem to be in a hurry.

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@Jcton

“Why would I even want to be split into two separate people?”
He further questioned,
“I hid as another to forget my past not to relive it!”

Actaeon sharply glares at Driftburn,
“Perhaps before you enter a rage, some thinking would do you good… before you make any rash decision.”

Driftburn snaps at the idea of a ‘rash decision’ and berates Actaeon,
“Rash decision? Rash decision? Sure I guess a seeker like you might think that! After all you must be so used to them!”

Actaeon reaches for his sword before stopping, his hand falling to a rest,
“Acting on emotions… is a very unwise thing… I’d suggest you do otherwise.”

“Driftburn!” Corona calls, trying to get the bot’s attention. “I haven’t ‘split you into two people’. Not necessarily; your mind and spark are still the same, singular being- your body is all that’s been changed, and that can be undone very simply.”

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@Jcton

Daria nods,
“Then let’s pick a random direction, any favorites?”

Deus shuffles around in a circle for a minute, before stopping and pointing down a darkened passage.

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@Toa_Vladin

Delta was in her ursagryph mode, standing on one of the docks hanging not too far away by the rebuilding Salvation. She was trying to… “train” her new companion.
“So first you need a name. Got any?”

Nearby was the gigantic Autobot quartermaster, Salvo, retracting her exo-suits weaponry.

“Another time, then…” she sighs to herself, miffed at having missed the prison riot.

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@Toa_Vladin

Wildsong presumably, really depends on their positions eyed Juliana crying from a building in her dragon mode.
“If this is what we fight for then I kinda see Bludgeon’s point of view.” she said, turning away and sighing.

This building just so happened to be a turret jutting out from the cliff just above the control center in which the Omega Key currently worked its magic on Salvation. Wildsong was well within earshot of a commotion with in the room:

@Chromeharpoon

Back at the ancient spaceport, Requiem-IX lounges about in the control room that Actaeon, Zepar, Daria, and Wildsong had found. Gearbox, the youngest of the squad, takes a sip from a bottle of engex, before setting it down upon the flat table extending from the center console the Omega Key was plugged into.

“How much longer are we gonna sit here?” he impatiently asks his comrades. “I wanna get back to the action! Back to the questing! All this standing and admiring the scenery is getting boring!”

While Gearbox was talking, thin rays of blue light scan his bottle for a moment, before turning green. There is a flash as the engex suddenly disappears.

“Whoa!” Gearbox exclaims in surprise jumping away from the console. The other three Decepticons start as well, as Gearbox deploys his gun an aims it at the Omega Key.

“NO!” the twins Tossup and Shakedown exclaim as one, immediately seizing their comrade and directing the barrel of the rifle away from the important artifact.

“It stole my booze!” Gearbox protests.

There is a sudden, echoing hum that resounds throughout the space between the cliffs, as a rippling wave of green energy washed over the skeleton of Salvation and the field of her parts that hovered around it.

[BlackBeltGamer98]

Epsilon gives a quick summary of why he was sprinting for a Ground Bridge, not slowing down at all.

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Zepar looks at the energy and thinks this may have something to do with the Omega Key (because precedence), he dismisses the Terrorcon of Thunderizer by having it find a place in the medbay before returning to being a dead corpse.

The dragon begins to walk in the direction of the control room.

[meepinater]

@Chromeharpoon

The group travels a ways further, until the reach a clearing in the jungle. The land sloped downward, forming a deep, rocky bowl many miles in diameter. The bottom of the bowl was concealed beneath a dazzling white aura- the same mysterious energy present in the fissures seen throughout the continent- with jagged crystal formations rising from the pit’s depths.

In the center of the bowl, suspended by wide, sturdy bridges of ornate construction, were the ruins of an ancient cybertronian facility:

@Chromeharpoon

Ragged holes had been blasted into the walls of the building- as if a tremendous explosion had once occurred inside. Some of the bridges leading to it had been destroyed, but Facelift, Spectrum and company were close to one that was largely intact.

The sun shines through a cloudy sky overhead, though it was nearly drowned out by the shafts of white light being cast upward by the pit and the fissures that spread out from it. The primordial energies in the air felt much more potent here.

Spectrum "oooooh"s in awe as she gazes upon the buildings.

[Chromeharpoon]

@BlackBeltGamer98

Epsilon gives a quick summary of why he was sprinting for a Ground Bridge, not slowing down at all.

The guard’s reaction to the news of Epsilon searching for a ground bridge was… curious. For a quick instant, he almost seems to do a double-take. He regains his composure almost instantly, however.

“The energies on this planet wreak havoc on equipment, you know,” he reminds Epsilon, following him urgently. “It’s possible your ship’s systems gave you incorrect readings…”

The other guard swiftly departs.

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@BlackBeltGamer98

Zepar looks at the energy and thinks this may have something to do with the Omega Key (because precedence), he dismisses the Terrorcon of Thunderizer by having it find a place in the medbay before returning to being a dead corpse.

Forcep was busy readying the injured under his care for transport; he couldn’t properly tend to them with half his medical bay in pieces. Grumbling to himself about the inconvenient timing of this “repair protocol”, the chief medical officer at first doesn’t notice the hulking terrorcon that was once Thunderizer stomping into the room.

Forcep’s assistants, however, immediately react to the zombie’s presence. Unlike their boss, they were not averse to using weapons to defend themselves, and may of them immediately ■■■■■ their forearms into a variety of guns to aim at the terrorcon. Some of the conscious patients even join in, jumping up on their beds to raise their own armaments.

To everyone’s surprise and relief, the terrorcon’s violet lights extinguish, and the corpse falls to the ground with a crash!, now lifeless once more. As the medics stow their weapons, Forcep takes charge.

“Get that thing into a quarantine center!” he barks. “Now!”

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@meepinater

Spectrum "oooooh"s in awe as she gazes upon the buildings.

Facelift transforms… once again forgetting that he had a passenger atop his tank mode.

[ToaNoah_Wafflemeister]

“Eh,” Blight shrugs, pulling away a bit. “I’m usually quite awkward around people.”

[BlackBeltGamer98]

Zepar continues to the control center.

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“One way to find out.” Epsilon said as he tried to run faster.

[ProfSrlojohn]

@ToaNoah_Wafflemeister

usually quite awkward around people.”

“You wouldn’t know from looking at you.” She said.

[Toa_Vladin]

@Chromeharpoon

Nearby was the gigantic Autobot quartermaster, Salvo, retracting her exo-suits weaponry.

“Another time, then…” she sighs to herself, miffed at having missed the prison riot

“Too slow, eh?”
She teased jokingly.

@Chromeharpoon

This building just so happened to be a turret jutting out from the cliff just above the control center in which the Omega Key currently worked its magic on Salvation. Wildsong was well within earshot of a commotion with in the room

She tried to get inside to see what happened.

[meepinater]

@Chromeharpoon

Facelift transforms… once again forgetting that he had a passenger atop his tank mode.

Spectrum, once again, was thrown off.
This time, she rolled to a stop and stood up, dusting herself off.

[ToaNoah_Wafflemeister]

“Um…” Blight stuttered. “R-really?”

[ProfSrlojohn]

@ToaNoah_Wafflemeister

“R-really?”

“Yes!” She said. “You’re much more socially adept than I am.”

[Chromeharpoon]

@BlackBeltGamer98

“One way to find out.” Epsilon said as he tried to run faster.

The guard follows along, quickening his pace.

“I certainly wouldn’t know of any bridges!” he says. “Not any that could be functional, at least! It’s possible your friend is still on the island…”

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@BlackBeltGamer98

Zepar continues to the control center.

@Toa_Vladin

She tried to get inside to see what happened.

Wildsong (and Zepar, once he arrived on the scene), would see two Decepticon twins holding back another soldier with a blue visor and copper-colored armor. Their commander, a four-eyed bot with black armor accented by dark blue, watches on.

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@Toa_Vladin

“Too slow, eh?”
She teased jokingly.

Salvo shrugs here large, weapon-laden shoulders.

“I’m a weapons platform; not a race car,” she says.

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@meepinater

Spectrum, once again, was thrown off.
This time, she rolled to a stop and stood up, dusting herself off.

“Slag!” Facelift swears, clasping the sides of his head. “Sorry about that, little lady!”

[BlackBeltGamer98]

Zepar growled, “What happened?”

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“I doubt it.” Epsilon told the guards.

[meepinater]

@Chromeharpoon

“Slag!” Facelift swears, clasping the sides of his head. “Sorry about that, little lady!”

“1s f!ne.” Spectrum replied, skipping back to where the group stood.
“@m ok4y.”

[Chromeharpoon]

@BlackBeltGamer98

Zepar growled, “What happened?”

Breakout, the squad leader, shrugs apathetically.

“Pit if I know,” he says. “We were ‘avin’ ourselves a drink when Gearbox starts screaming about 'ow the Omega Key stole 'is bottle.”

“That thing’s d*mn lucky it’s the key to salvation or whatever!” Gearbox vows.

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@BlackBeltGamer98

“I doubt it.” Epsilon told the guards.

The guard was making a good effort of hiding it, but he was running out of ideas.

“Look, pal, we know how these kinda situations work,” Thrift says. “Facelift’s been kidnapped so the local cult of Unicron so they can sacrifice his soul to the Chaos Bringer, and you’re trying to get in our way, either out of ignorance…”

Thrift pauses for a dramatic beat, then swiftly transforms to robot mode, skidding to a stop on his feet as he points dramatically at the guard.

“…or you’re in league with those spawns of glitches!” the junkion accuses of him.

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@meepinater

“1s f!ne.” Spectrum replied, skipping back to where the group stood.
“@m ok4y.”

Facelift sighs, slouching down as he did so.

“Well, that’s a relief. Now’s not a very opportune time to harvest your organs, so it would have been very inconvenient of you to die right then.”

The three neutrals exchange disturbed glances amongst themselves.