“So you’ve said,” Quasar calls after her as the doors to the lab hiss shut.
She sighs, as she heads for the location of her new hab suit.
Wildsong’s quarters could be found on deck three. The hab-suite was a small, rectangular room, with black walls, dim violet lights, and only the bare essential: a recharging slab, a desk with a built-in console, and a locker for weapons and other personal effects.
“Home sweet home…” she muttered as she entered inside.
Through a thin, slanted window in the far wall, Wildsong would be able to see the blasted surface of the spaceport island peeking out of the sea below the Vigilant. The ancient moorings and towers of the spaceport were blemished with scorch marks and carbon scoring, and the ground below it was buried beneath smoldering rubble.
A low growl is heard as the ship’s fusion cannons charge, and the other thirty vessels of the New Decepticon fleet hover in a ring around the island, their hulls alight with a thousand points of light as they ready their own weapons. In an instant, the island below disappears under a blanket of smoke as ordnance from the fleet falls upon it like fiery rain. Streaks of red, orange, and green shoot out from the innumerable New Decepticon guns and vanish into the ash, producing muffled explosions as they further pummel the ruins.
Blight, a tad groggy, snapped awake for an odd reason. His rest was short but much-needed. Two little blue eyes studied him from the shadows, and he groaned.
“Come on, Pix,” he yawned, “I’ll find you something to drink.”
If he went to the Antillian Sunrise, he might see Juliana working the tables.
Epsilon nods and begins heading out of the maintainence tunnel.
Zepar looks at Facelift and nods, “May we meet again.” He said, “also, very impressive work.”
Facelift gives Zepar a two-fingered salute.
“Thank you kindly!” he calls after him.
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Song sighs and lets herself fall on her bed.
Redstocker, meanwhile, was looking for DZ.
The barrage ends as the Armageddon fires its main gun, sending a column of titian-colored plasma lancing down into the smoke. There is a tremendous rumbling sound as the island begins to crumble, sending tons of rock tumbling down into the sea.
The titanic supply ships open wide hangar bays in their sides, allowing smaller Decepticon ships to fly out and begin their journey toward the continent to the south.
DZ was nowhere to be found; she had returned to her fellow New Decepticons.
Zepar gives him a smile as he turns to leave, Shadowraker flying over to ride on his shoulder as he strode off.
Song tries to ignore the chaos for as much as she can.
When Redstocker realised that, he instantly saddened. He sighed, before going forward to search for Scorchlock.
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Shockwave and Topside depart as well, and Facelift powers up the walker. The machine skitters down the wide corridor into the darkness.
“…Where’d he find one of those?” Topside wonders aloud.
The New Decepticon Fleet begins to move, following the smaller vessels to the continent.
Song rolls with the face on her pillow.
“Didn’t think it would be so boring.”
Wildsong was, of course, free to explore more of, or even leave the Vigilant.
Blight limps in, waving. A deep yawn peeks from voicebox, just to communicate drowsiness rather than serve any purpose.
She instead decided to wait for orders from Thunderblast, Quasar or other superiors.
“Blight!” Juliana said, her eyes brightening when she saw him. “There you are! Come in, sit down!”
Split raises his shield to block the punch. [quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:5302, topic:49995”]
In the middle of the platform was a circular dais, around which four golden statues of cybertronian knights kneel before a models of the Cybertron and her colonies, hovering above a luminous white disk. One knight bore blue patterns and lights on his armor, and components suggesting an aerial alt-mode; the one to his right bore green lights, bestial features, and a chestplate formed from the wings of her draconic alt-mode; the third was lightly-armored, with clockwork mechanisms and purple lights visible on his limbs and midsection, along with verses from The Covenant of Primus written in cyberglyphics; and the fourth sported sleek armor accented by red conduits and trimming.
Around the dais was a ring of ancient glyphs, spelling out the following phrase:
The light of the Allspark shall illuminate even the darkest hours, and thwart the forces of chaos and evil, until comes the day when its children return to its embrace, and all are one.
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Spectrum skipped up to the dais, peering at it curiously. She poked it, wondering if it did anything.[quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:5302, topic:49995”]
Flyby’s eyebrows climb up his forehead.
“Huh…” he reacts. “That long?”
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“I don’t have anything to do.” Sidestep shrugged.