Sprocket utters a curse under his breath.
"Ten says I can identify it for ya," he remarks.
With Zepar's arrival, however, the newcomers are taken notice of.
Zepar would be able, more than anyone else, to discern the similarities between the body on the table and images of Nova Prime in the historical records. It wasn't exactly alike, but the resemblance was there.
"Captains!" Corona exclaims, alarmed, facing Topside and Shatterpoint, who both shared a stern, displeased expression.
"I'm... aware of how this must seem-"
"Good," Topside interrupts. "Saves me a spiel or two, us being on the same page. Now, if you could return my stowaway and fancy god-box-"
"You can have Facelift, but I need the cube," Corona states.
"I'd be inclined to let you have it with some convincing, if you'd asked for it up front," Topside continues. "But as it stands, you are not in good graces at the moment, ma'am."
"Is it too early to threaten the use of force?" Shatterpoint quietly asides.
"I wouldn't say so..." Lurch replies.
The Omega Key would not budge.
Forcep assumes robot mode.
"No," he says, staring wide-eyed at the standing and apparently lucid Redstocker.
"And that's what's puzzling..."