“Okay.” Sidestrike said, listening with attention.
This error is swiftly corrected: 1,000 shanix is added to Gronius’ account.
Thrift walks past, a harpoon embedded in his abdomen. The guy didn’t seem to particularly bothered by the injury, however.
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“Come.” She saod, exiting the room and starting to fly on the hallways.
@MichaelTheLightBringer
@Chromeharpoon “Uhm… Are you OK?” Alterion asked him.
Sidestrike nods and follows Song.
She continued flying towards the Savant.
Sidestrike transformed and followed her towards the Savant.
“Any particular reason why we are headed there?”
Zepar went to the cathedral to rest his mind in its tranquil environment.
It may be hard for a jet to fly on the hallways of them_Salvation_ without causing any damage.
OOC: Or at least that’s what I think. @Chromeharpoon
Flareshot walks around the halls of the Salvation, flicking an I round into the air as he walks, and whistling the decepticon anthem.
And Sidestrike took one of those passages and followed Song.
Thrift turns, revealing a copious amount of cyan Energon spattered on his lower abdomen and thighs.
“Me?” Oh yeah, I’m fine," he says, waving his hand. “Good ol’ junkion constitution, eh? Anybody else’d be in stasis lock right now.”
On the contrary, Salvation had many passages and tunnels specifically designed to promote travel via alt-mode.
OOC: leave that kinda stuff to me, in the future.
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Song continued flying towards the Savant’s hangar.
Alterion smiled.
“You Junkions. I never—”
“Mr. Alterion!” Redstocker yeled from his wheelchair. “Let’s get out of here!”
Alterion sighed as he started pushing Redstocker’s wheelchair. “Aye captain…”
Thrift waves goodbye.
“Aight see ya- whoa…”
Thrift collapses on to his hands and knees.
“…O-kay,” he says after taking a moment to compose himself. “I’m fine… I just… need a minute…”
Sidestrike followed her.
In the end, they would arrive.
Sidestrike lands. “Any particular reason we traveled here?” he asked Song.
“I wouldn’t come here with no reasson, you know.”
“Well what is the reason then?” he asked, resting his hands on his hips.
Rough and his twin, Tumble, could be seen, fiddling with the same golden orb Zepar would’ve seen them with last.
“What if we just hit it against the wall really hard?” Tumble suggests. “That’s how I used to get my old plasma rifle to work whenever it jammed up.”
“Nah, tried that already,” Rough discards the suggestion.
SideStep, heavily drunk, attempts to walk out his Hab Suite. He hits the door and stumbles out, before making his way to the nearest bar.