Grommet skids to a halt and assumes his short, hunched robot mode.
"Yes?" he asks, tilting his head to one side.
With a friendly smirk, Broadband turns away and returns to her work.
"Yes, you did," Shatterpoint says. "We will have Forcep and Greasemonkey investigate this matter."
With great difficulty on his part- as if extending the offer to an Autobot was almost physically uncomfortable- he adds:
"If you want to render assistance, you are... welcome to do so."
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At the pilot's station, Flyby makes a show of cracking his knuckles before bringing up the controls for the transwarp drive. Beside him, Breakswitch taps her console, and a copy of the Omega Key's holo-map materializes before her. As she selects a green planet ringed by titian cyberglyphs- the next destination of Salvation's voyage, according to the map- and enters its translated coordinates into Salvation's navigational computer, her brother twists a holographic dial, producing a steady electronic hum from his console. In Engineering, honeycomb-patterned conduits wrapping around the cylindrical transwarp drive flash a dazzling white, as the rings around the machine crackle and spin.
A shimmering haze surrounds Salvation, distorting the view of the tiny white stars and the techno-organic planet beside her. Behind Flyby, Topside smiles as he folds his arms over his chest, and many others on the bridge look up from their stations to look out the viewports as the fabric of reality rippled and twisted around the Fleetcarrier.
"Coordinates are set," Breakswitch announces.
"Next stop: Omega Key number two," she jokes.
"Every Autobot, every Decepticon- every cybertronian is counting on us," Topside reminds those around him, his smile fading as his voice took a serious tone.
"So let's not keep 'em all waiting much longer. It's time to get back to it."
"Roger that, captain!" comes Flyby's spirited reply. The pilot and his sister each grab a lever beside their consoles, and in unison they punch the sticks forward. The haze around Salvation gives way to luminous ribbons of blues, greens, and purples that streak past the ship, and the Fleetcarrier surges forward into transwarp space, casting off the misty lights of Planet Omega's fissures as she leaves the world behind, bound for the next piece of the Omega Lock and the next step on our heroes' journey.