The light in the pit flares as the cylinders' lights brighten. Beams of cybermatter shoot from them and strike the central platform, causing the liquid sentio metallico around Nova's body to froth and churn.
"You there!" Lurch calls to Zepar. "You of all bots wouldn't let this happen, would you? Give me a hand!"
Lurch was fighting off a pilgrim wielding a knife. The Decepticon barkeep swung at his foe with his claws, but he seemed hesitant to fully commit to an attack.
"I'm a good shot," the gun-toting technician warns Wildsong. "Release Corona, or I'll demonstrate it..."
The other three technicians attempt to grab onto Wildsong.
Being a fully mechanical cybertronian, Corona had no need to breathe, and thus trying to choke her was futile.
"That makes two of us!" the prophet hisses. "It's the only thing that can restore Nova's spark!"
Salvo steps away from the window.
On the miniature of the spaceport in the center of the room, various holographic displays showed readouts of the spaceport's various mechanisms, and the repairs and upgrades being made to Salvation.
Forcep looks around.
"If we're expecting... company, we'll need to move the prisoners. They won't be safe here out in the open."
Lightshift only gets a burst of static in reply. Wherever the captains were, they were out of range of the coms.
Emerging from the cliffs nearby was the control tower that the Omega Key had recently unlocked. The Splitter brothers wouldn't know if its significance, but it stood out as being one of the only ancient towers in the spaceport whose mechanisms seemed to be online.
The longer SideStep remained within the cybermatter field, the more the substance would restore his body and mind to health.
Far below the Fleetcarrier, alarms sound as the pilgrims prepare for battle.
Aboard the Super-Worldsweeper Armageddon, Bludgeon watches the glistening seas of Planet Omega from orbit, standing on the bridge of the ten mile-long warship. The glowing fissures of cybermatter puzzled him, but nonetheless he found the sight beautiful. It reminded him of the radiant light that shone within the Well of All Sparks on Cybertron.
It was his intent to see those lights shine once again, upon a Cybertron free from sin and heresy- a perfect civilization the likes of which Megatron could only dream.
The Decepticon lord turns his head to look over his shoulder at Thunderblast, his de facto second-in-command.
"We will soon be upon the coordinates our agent provided," he speaks in a low, rumbling voice. "Have Obsidian and Strika prepare the troops."
Thunderblast (hiding a dagger that she had been intending to use before Bludgeon turned), bows her head.
"It will be done, my lord," she says. "And- if you would be so generous- I would like to participate in the coming battle personally, my liege. It's been so long since I've left the bridge of the Vigilant..."
Bludgeon's optics narrow. Thunderblast was always scheming; she rarely did anything on a whim.
"...Very well," he says. "Indulge yourself."
The lord then turns to his apprentice.
"Wake Lockdown," he commands. "It's time for him to earn his pay."