@Shadowrockboy190 “Hey, I’m talking to you,” Bob reminds Riot.
Ironclad wonders what is holding Bob up.
@Shadowrockboy190 “Hey, I’m talking to you,” Bob reminds Riot.
Ironclad wonders what is holding Bob up.
Anchoria and Stethoscope returned to the Kaon Tower. She entered Railfire’s office while Stethoscope disappeared into the sick bay. He was about to treat a patient. She was about to explain her situation to Railfire.
“I’m leaving,” she made her case before the new Decepticon leader.
“Excuse me?” Railfire asked in return.
“I’m leaving Cybertron with the Titan and Knights. As you left Cybertron before to explore the stars for Diacon, so will I now do for you.”
“You cannot do that, Anchoria. You hold the position of a Baron. You are to be at my side, always.”
“You permitted Auger’s crew to leave with whoever decides to join them.—And I have decided to join them,” she further insisted.
“Cybertron needs you here.”
“No. You need me here. Cybertron needs me away from it.”
Railfire sighed in frustration.
“Who else is leaving?”
“Stethoscope and anybody else that decides to join us.”
“Leave my office, please,” he commanded Anchoria. She did as Railfire said.
OOC: Railfire just got burned to a crisp!
IC: Doohickey was repairing her exo-suit. It had sustained considerable damage from the sewers and the fight with Simulare.
OOC: Wait, Diacon died?
OOC: yes
OOC: How?
IC: Mordo was looking on the window at the Kaon Tower.
OOC: Fury shot him and he was hooked on life support ever since. When he finally woke up, he decided that he doesn’t want to live like this and committed seppuku.
IC: Anchoria took a turn towards the Sick Bay.
OOC: Oh…
IC: Mordo decided to leave Auger.
“Why not?”
“We’re wanted fugitives, remember?”
“Hm… Yes.”
He said, obviously thinking at something else.
Ironclad waits for Mordo to speak.
Mordo observed that Ironclad was starring at him.
“What?”
“Are you going to say something?”
“What? No. I was… thinking at something else.”
Anchoria approached Stethoscope. He just finished patching up a patient.
“Pack your things, we are leaving,” she told him, folding her arms.
“Yes, yes. Give me a moment, Anchoria.—I have a whole sickbay to pack with me!”
He rolled his optics and started packing. Anchoria smiled at him and nodded. She then left for her office and did the same.
“What about?” Ironclad asks.
“I… Have you… Saw that fembot? I don’t know her name… A… Acho…”
“Anchoria? Yes, she’s the one who told us about Dynamo.”