Transformers: Salvation

Sprocket shrugs again.

“I mean, that’s why we’re here,” he says.

Song turned to the ship and entered inside.

“I am Zepar, may I come in?” He asked.

SideStep nods and hands over the Shanix.
He folds away the axe.
“Thanks.”

Sprocket follows, looking around and taking in as much of the ancient vessel as he could. The hidden door to the lab in which the cube had been found remained open.


“Do I know you at all?” Scorchlock asks. “Name’s not ringing any bells.”


“Pleasure doing business, my friend!” Facelift says happily.

@MaxinePrimal He snaps his fingers and turns to Broadwing.

“Alright man, you’re up!”

“I’m not surprised,” he answered, “but you have nothing to fear from me, on my honor as an Angelicon.”

Broadwing walked up to Facelift, a little nervous.

When they arrived, Song pointed to the door.
“There.”

SideStep nods. He turns and walks out of the shop.
“Now to find that ******* Shockwave.” He growls quietly.

A sigh is heard.

“Okay, look- I appreciate what you guys do, but I’m not interested.”


Facelift gestures to the operating table.

“Now, just lay down right over there, and I’ll be right with ya!”

The table looked like it had seen some better days, and small specks of dried energon might even be seen along the edges. Facelift walks over to a canister and begins to examine one containing a multitude of different hands suspended in a green fluid.

Alterion soon found Redstocker rolling away his wheelchair in the middle of a street in the Little Iacon. When he saw his brother, Alterion sighed, facepalming.
“Where were you, Redstocker? I searched you everywhere!”
“Captain Redstocker!” the Autobot said rolling away, not even looking at Alterion.

“I’m not wanting to speak about religion.” Zepar said, holding up the picture Paradox had discarded.

The door opens, revealing Scorchlock standing behind it.

“Eh, that’s not mine,” he says. “You should take it to the other guy.”

“I want to talk with you about him, he holds you in high regard and kept this all these years in the hopes you were alive.” Zepar said, “I want understand your side of the story of your brotherhood.”

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Song entered inside, expecting Sprocket to follow.

Broadwing lied down nervously.
“You can undo this if I wanted right?”
He asked.

Scorchlock sighs.

“Alright, come in, sidown,” he stays.


Sprocket does indeed follow, looking around at the research notes projected throughout the chamber.


Facelift pulls out a pair of hands and inspects them.

“Yeah, probably,” he says as he works. “Folks say it’s easier to undo something, don’t they?”

“Thank you.” Zepar said as he went inside and sat down on a chair.

Flareshot leaned over the console.
Sigh “Nothing Captain. Please let me know when Ironsight(@HewksDKowlihad) arrives.”
Flareshot then left the War-room and started walking to his quarters.

“Certainly,” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ complies. He, too, departs and heads for the bridge.


“Alright, so-” Scorchlock says, sitting down as well. “Where should I start?”