"We're a little busy!" Venture shouts above the roar of her weapon as the Devastator continues to blast holes into Faux-Atlantis. The automaton's armor sported several glowing-orange craters, and sparks shot from its mechanisms as it falls onto one knee.
"I think we're winning!" Gronius whoops. His statement is immediately proven false as, almost as if to spite the Autobot, tendrils of Blue Cybermatter begin to seep from the crevasses between Faux-Atlantis' plates, washing over and mending his wounds.
"Frak, man!" Venture swears. "You don't say slag like that!"
Faux-Hyperborea reverts to robot mode, stepping backward onto the platform. Gripping the hilt of her sword with both hands, she jabs the blade into the large keyhole. A resonating hum fills the chamber as a wave of Green Cybermatter spreads out from the platform, seeping into the soil.
Salvo leads Garrand into the bay outside the armory, where her booth and the shooting range were.
"The armories are mostly the same on each deck," the quartermaster explains. "We're on Deck Eleven right now."