Razorwing might have felt the aura in the room, but Ironclad and Gladius felt it much more intensely.
“No, not Ramjet,” Ironclad says. “Close, but not quite.”
“Okay, I’m at a loss,” Razorwing says. “You two have been in closer contact with this stuff.”
Icarus didn’t know how to respond
OOC: did any of the Knights watch the fight between the Firestorms?
IC: “Are you going to tell them or are you going to let them try to figure it out?” Dark asked Firestorm, causing another spike in the aura.
Granted, Icarus had nothing to respond to. Anchoria was referring to Stethoscope. He was the one who was supposed to pack his medkit.
She was waiting for him on the runway. There was a transport nearby. It was large enough for ten bots, give or take.
OOC: Ironclad watched some of it.
IC: “This is really getting on my nerves,” Gladius says.
Ironclad was also uneasy.
Razorwing was simply perplexed.
Stethoscope finally made it to the runway. He and Anchoria boarded the shuttle.
“So, who am I patching up this time?” He asked.
“Autobots,” Anchoria replied.
“I thought dry humor and witticism was my gimmick,” the old medic chuckled.
“I’m serious,” she replied humorlessly.
OOC: oi, it’s Cybertronians
“As funny as it is to make them try to figure it out, I think this is getting old.” Dark days, putting in a bookmark and getting up. This spike was a bit bigger than the last. “Drop them a hint, please.”
Ironclad felt like a memory was trying to resurface and Razorwing felt that little, balancing bit of light in the dark Aura. It felt like being around two of Firestorm yet one was darker by a decent bit. Gladius wasn’t getting much more than flashes of when Dark was asleep in Stasis before they took him to the improvised brig.
“Oh, hell,” all three Knights groan, drawing their swords.
The shuttle descended into the depths below Kaon. It eventually landed on the ledge where Simulare’s components fought for their life.
“It could be a trap,” Anchoria shared with Stethoscope before they left the transport.
“When is it not?” He asked jokingly in return.
Anchoria and Stethoscope stepped out. They both held their guns pointed at the Imperials in front of them.
“Give me one good reason not to blast you apart right here, Autobot,” she said with contempt.
“I would ask permission to talk with them but that would only make things worse.”. Dark said, backing up a bit.
Firestorm gave the Knights an ‘easy there’ look. “What did you just find out?” Firestorm asks, wanting to make sure they had come to the conclusion he is presuming they have reached.
“go ahead, shoot me if you must, but please, save her.” He said pointing to the heavily damaged codex
“I thought Railfire helped him chase that weird shadow clone out?” Gladius says.
“Evidently it was merely supressed,” says Ironclad.
“He did but he was able to return via his memory and the emotions I’m going through.” Firestorm said, “Wow; that was really cliché.” He remarks, feeling kinda dumb.
“He isn’t trying to kill folks or possess me or whatever else he would’ve done before; he is trying to…be nicer, he did explain but it’s a bit tricky to repeat.” He said.
“The kid practically just saw the big brother figure of his life proverbially buy the farm, it’s not fun going through those sorts of emotions.” Dark said, then facepalming because he remembered that the Knights can’t hear him.
Anchoria looked at Stethoscope before snapping her head towards Codex. Stethoscope nodded in return and quickly ran to the rescue. He performed some rudimentary repairs on Codex. It was enough to keep her alive, but she needed advanced medical care. That was something Stethoscope could not provide here.
“Her vitals are stable, but the spark is weak. She sustained heavy damage,” Stethoscope explained.
“We will take you and your crew to the Titan, Autobot,” Anchoria reassured the Cybertronian.
“Only because Railfire would have your abominations smelted. And I’m not him.”
“How can we be sure that’s not him talking right now?” Gladius points out.
Razorwing slowly walks to Firestorm. “Alright Firestorm. If you’re in there, I’d like to let you know that what I’m about to do brings me no pleasure whatsoever.”
He nods, but Pete and repeat ready their weapons, before onar gave them a look, and they stood down
Firestorm was definitely the one in control, Razorwing was able to feel that but the others weren’t quite so attuned.
“Look, if it’s a Cortical Psychic Patch, I understand completely.” Firestorm says.
Dark started tidying up his little corner, guests were likely on their way.
OOC: why would Razorwing be most attuned?
Anchoria escorted the Cybertronians into the shuttle. Stethoscope carried Codex. Once they were all aboard, the transport prepared for lift off and headed towards Auger. Stethoscope was too busy keeping Codex alive the whole way through.
“Why did you do it?” Anchoria asked.
“Why did you kill those civilians?”