Epsilon tried to go to the Peace and Tyranny, keeping quiet so as to not cause trouble.
Zepar went to his quarters to rest.
OOC: GTG soon.
Epsilon was able to slip inside the bar. He couldn’t be identified as an Autobot, and the big-aft gattling gun on his back certainly looked like a feature that could be found on a Decepticon. The interior was as dimly-lit as ever, and Decepticons of every kind were lounging about the establishment, while Lurch worked from behind the bar.
In the Antillian Sunrise, Halfrunner serves Greasemonkey a drink while the establishment’s DJ puts on a tune, with Topside sitting by himself at another table. ■■■■■■■■■■■■ was taking a drive through Little Iacon, and many crew members make sure to not get in his way.
Facelift and his crew return to their hideout in the maintenance tunnels, awaiting customers and putting away some new merchandise acquired in the most recent battle.
On deck eleven, Salvo was selling the curious spheroid objects brought aboard from Shockwave’s lab, along with a few varieties of energon armor.
Thrift, his back repaired, returns to hangar thirty and inspects his ship to make sure it hadn’t been raided or damaged.
Sprocket and Grommet return to their lab. Grommet analyzes some samples procured during the battle, while Sprocket looks over data gathered from the ancient ground bridge facility.
Shockwave is released from his cell, and two guards begin escorting him to the science wing on deck six.
Forcep treats wounded crew members in his medical bay on deck three.
On the bridge, Flyby sets Salvation to autopilot and departs with Breakswitch. Broadband remains at her station, with Motherboard standing motionless nearby.
“It’s freaky how still she can be,” the communications officer comments quietly.
Epsilon takes a seat and tries to ask for a glass of standard Energon.
Zepar sat at his desk tired as he wrote something down on a datapad and Shadowraker was exploring the room.
Lurch complies, serving Epsilon a glass of blue fluid.
“And who might you be?” he asks. “I don’t remember seeing you around.”
“of course not; been stuck in stasis lock since…when did we leave Cybertron?” He asked. The las thing he recalled was hearing the Ultra Magnus was going to give a speech before he suddenly was put in Stasis Lock and woke up on the ship.
“Oh, that was a little over two weeks ago, give or take,” Lurch replies.
Epsilon nods, “Two weeks.” He repeated.
“That’s one heck of a nap.” He said, trying to spin it in a humorous manner before giving Lurch the Shanix and taking a sip.
The cost of the drink was twenty shanix.
Lurch chuckles.
“Indeed. What, may I ask, were you in stasis for?”
Epsilon shrugs, “When I woke up, I found a stasis induction device on me that ran out of power and when I went under, I didn’t hear anyone say anything; just some passersby saying Magnus had a speech to give and then I was out like a light half a minute later when I felt something hit me out of nowhere.” He takes another sip, pondering Lurch’s question.
“Odd…” Lurch comments. “How very strange.”
“You’re telling me.” Epsilon said, “And I’m pretty sure I’ve not had as much as a parking ticket; probably some clot-heads that thought I’d make a good victim for a prank or something.” He takes a gulp of Energon.
“Perhaps,” says Lurch with a shrug.
Epsilon just gave another shrug; the perpetrator was probably on Cybertron and long gone by now. What was the point in fretting if he couldn’t do anything about it?
Lurch sighs.
“I wonder what awaits us next,” he comments. “And here I was, thinking that this would be a boring trip…”
“I think ‘boring’ is a myth.” Epsilon said, “Have you learned our world’s history? From tech booms to wars, the only ‘boring’ stuff’s the politics.”
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Lurch laughs.
“True enough,” he concedes. “If nothing else, this voyage will make one hell of a story to tell, won’t it?”
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“If we survive.” Epsilon said as he took a large swig of Energon, finishing his glass.
Lurch frowns.
“No need to be so pessimistic,” he says. “What’s the point of giving our kind a future if we don’t get to see it, eh? I for one plan on living a few more millennia.”
“You face down a giant Hive Queen and nearly get fried half a dozen times and see how you feel after that.” Epsilon said, rather disturbed by the experience as one would be in such a scenario.
Lurch nods in understanding.
“I can’t say I’ve ever faced down the queen of an insecticon hive,” he admits. “But before I worked behind the bar, I did see a fair bit of action in service of the Decepticon Empire.”