Salvation: Part II

Epsilon and Gatecrasher had been dropped into the forest beneath Salvation, less than half a mile from the spire. Beside them, Topside, Broadband, and Flyby stand awkwardly before a trail of felled trees behind the three. Traversing the woodlands was tougher for a trio of giant robots than a gaggle of human hikers.


“You can say that again!” Thrift laughs. “The only way this could be weirder would be if a vespa-riding space cop showed up and-”

“How so?” Salvo asks Garand, talking over Thrift. “Outside the obvious, I mean.”


The Faux-Atlantis was on his knees, fending off a barrage of Thrust’s sniper rifle.

Zepar leaps up to try and relieve the automaton of its head.


Epsilon tries to spot the spire and gestures for Sprocket to take the lead.


Garand shrugs, “I don’t know, something just feels strange.” He said, trying to recall anything useful from his own extensive studies of The Covenant of Primus.

The sentinel revived by the Faux-Atlantis leaps toward Zepar in turn, deploying a cerulean energy shield from its left forearm to intercept the Angelicon’s swords.


The spire couldn’t be seen through the forest canopy, but Flyby had seen it while travelling in his jet mode.

“Hey, have you guys seen a-?” Sprocket begins to ask, before the pilot interrupts him with:

“Big, weird-looking tower that just suddenly appeared a few hours ago?”

“That we did,” Topside confirms. “Figured it was worth a look.”


The Covenant said little about the Omega Lock- only that Solus Prime and her closest confidants in the order of the Knights of Cybertron had forged it in secret in the decades leading up to Liege Maximo’s betrayal and the War of the Primes. The book wasn’t specific as to what the machine could do, but likened its powers to that of the Allspark itself, and explicitly stated it to be partly mystical in nature.

Sadly, The Covenant of Primus was also unclear as to the fate of the Omega Lock following the end of the Golden Age- the device simply vanished with the rest of the Knights of Cybertron, as far as anyone knew.

“So, where to?” GC asked, seitching to tank mode in irder to plow through the forest.

OOC: have I ever mentioned GC having a dozer blade? If not, is it too much trouble to say he has one? Mostly to make plowing through woods easier.

Flyby points eastward.

“Tower’s that way,” he informs Gatecrasher and company.


OOC: no trouble at all. I don’t mind.

“Out of my way!” Zepar roars as he shoves the Sentinel away.


“Which way is the tower?” Epsilon asks the group.


Garand seems more confused. “After the War of the Primes, the Lock and Knights suddenly vanished.” He snaps his fingers for emphasis, “All this feels like it was more of an exodus of sorts, like it was organized and planned out.”

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The sentinel hits the ground, but promptly springs back to its feet, raising its sword and shield to challenge Zepar.


Flyby points eastward again.


“That’s the prevailing theory,” Thrift responds, nodding his head. “More likely than them just disbanding or killing each other in the war. Only question is: where’d they bugger off to?”

“We’ve spent the past month answering that, haven’t we?” Salvo remarks, thinking back to the many ancient cybertronian installations our heroes had encountered.

OOC: Thanks, tanks aren’t really made to flatten trees without some sort of dozer blade on the front. For reference, think something almost like a train snowplow, but with teeth on the bottom.

IC: “Right.” GC said before trundling in the direction indicated, flattening flora as he entered the treeline.

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Topside and Broadband assume vehicle mode and follow behind Gatecrasher, while Sprocket and Flyby take to the air.

The journey was relatively short, and soon the party finds themselves on the edge of a wide cliff, a sheer drop above a yawning chasm of green light, with the spindly forms of ancient machinery visible through the glow. Hovering above the sea of green was the spire, a wide column of dark- grey metal dotted with orange lights, and crowned with a ring connected to the spire by four rectangular spokes.

Zepar just blasts him, his focus on the, literally, bigger threat.


“Okay then.” Epsilon said, “Sprocket, would you like to take point?”


Garand shrugs.

The sentinel’s shield absorbs the strike, and the drone then responding by shooting the burning disk of plasma at Zepar.


Sprocket had already taken off, accompanying the others to the base of the colony ship:

Gc moved to the side, allowing the others past, his engine idling. “Well, that’s not suspicious at all” GC said to no one in particular.

King-Quan glanced at ■■■■■■■■■■■■. “What now?” He asked. “Captain?


“Alright, let’s roll.” Scorchlock said as he transformed into his vehicle mode and drove.

■■■■■■■■■■■■ places a finger on the side of his head as Motherboard transmits the coordinates of the fortress to his onboard computer.

Now,” he says, “we get ourselves another Omega Key.”

@MichaelBT-7474


Some of the glyphs in the valley glowed a deep shade of blue, as opposed to the green hue that the rest of the symbols took on. The blue glyphs seemed to be forming a path for Scorchlock to follow.

@MichaelBT-7474


Sprocket reverts to robot mode and drops onto the ground beside Gatecrasher.

“Suspicious?” he repeats. “This is downright impossible!”

“It does appear that the ancients had a particular disregard for the laws of physics.”

“Oh no, not the floating part,” Sprocket says, waving a hand. “Anybody can do that- I’m talking about the ship.”

The Autobot points up at the spire.

“The ancients only built nine of these, and we know where they all are- sort of, anyway; the last one’s somewhere on Junkion, we know that-”

“If you haven’t noticed, doctor,” Topside interrupts, “rewriting history’s been something of a theme for this voyage.”

@BlackBeltGamer98 @ProfSrlojohn

Epsilon transforms to tank mode to catch up with the others.


Zepar is struck and knocked down. The Sentinel was given the mother of all death glares as Zepar shifted his focus onto the automaton. “There won’t be anything left to salvage when I’m done with you.” He growled just before sprinting at the Sentinel at full speed, his eyes said it all: this Sentinel just received the honor of, for now, officially being on the top of Zepar’s “To-Kill” List.

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The sentinel deploys another shield and holds its ground, waiting for Zepar to come closer before stabbing at its foe with its sword.

Zepar deploys his own shield and charges right into the shield of the Sentinel, aiming to knock it off balance with the sheer force of the impact.

The sentinel’s limbs creak as the machine is knocked backward.