He continued pretending looking at said direction, hoping to make the two continue their conversation.
The two remain silent.
“…Hey, son?” the Decepticon asks after a moment, “Can you stare at that corner of the wall somewhere else?”
OOC: The thing is that he is not that close of them. His head is just a little bit closer to them, but still above his table.
Driftburn nods and carries out his task by going to remove the next one.
Actaeon heads for the nearest airlock, hoping to find it to be an easy way out.
“Easy there.” Zepar said, “I honestly am still trying to understand how that even happened to begin with.”
OOC: My bad. Still, so far the scene has played out otherwise. If Gronius wants to eavesdrop, he should move away slightly.
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Driftburn nods and carries out his task by going to remove the next one.
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This, unfortunately, was one of the fused cells. Its energy core pulses angrily, and a crack was visible on one of its transparent panes.
Sadly, this airlock was under repair.
Actaeon might hear some nearby crew members talking about an ancient Knight ship in hangar thirty-one that had apparently sprung to life and stared repairing itself just a few hours ago.
“I know,” Sprocket pants. “I’m sorry; it’s just-… I’m so proud, man! I feel proud, vindicated, and also extremely jealous all at once!”
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Gronius moved his head away slightly.
Zepar seemed unsure how to react.
With their personal space now unintruded, the two continue their conversation.
Apparently, the derelict Knight science vessel that had been dragged into hangar thirty-one earlier in the voyage had somehow been brought online. It was repairing itself, and only a few ours ago its engines had fired back to life.
Sprocket begins to pace back and forth down the hallway.
“I have been trying to tell the guild for years that they’re’s more to that thing!”
He gestures to the Omega Key.
“They just laughed in my face! Brainstorm called me a nut, for spark’s sake. Brainstorm. Let that sink in.”
“Sprocket,” Zepar said, “I’m amazed that the Key was able to do that and it does serve as a reminder of how little we know about Knight tech, but I must ask how long were you studying this Key before we left Cybertron?”
Gronius was listening them.
“Well, what do you think?” She asks, gesturing to the door and the 3 slightly battered bots beside it.
OOC: sorry didn’t know it was my turn.
“Going on four years,” Sprocket says, holding up four fingers for emphasis.
“Four years of me throwing everything the guild’d give me at that thing, and all I ever got out of it was that fancy map.”
“But you plug it into some random door and find out more in four minutes than I’ve found out in four years!” he laughs.
“Sorry, sorry. Like I said, proud, but still kinda jealous.”
“It’s true, I swear!” the neutral insists.
“You’re funnin’ me,” the Decepticon retaliates.
“If you won’t believe me, go see it for yourself.”
“It’s a little… old…” Halfrunner says, looking at the door. “And it appears to have seen better days… but I guess that’s the best I can expect from Thrift.”
“Sir!” Thrift exclaims, placing his hands on his hips. “I am deeply insulted by your snide insinuations.”
“Golden Age tech works best with itself.” Zepar said.
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Sprocket nods.
“That it does. That it does.”
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SideStep ran into one and yelled a string of words. Barely able to be made out were, “Shockwave, injured, lab, stasis.”
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The medic, a neutral triple-changer with two heads, is able to grasp the gist of the situation.
“Alright, alright, stay calm,” the left head says reassuringly. The medic places a hand on SideStep’s shoulder.
The right head swivels around and orders a team of subordinates to go to the science wing and retrieve Shockwave.
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SideStep bristles nervously.
“If he dies… I’ll never be able to go back.” He told the medic seriously.
“Don’t. Let. Him. Die.”
Both heads nod simultaneously.
“That’s my job, sir,” the left head says; an implied promise to keep Shockwave in good health.
SideStep relaxes slightly, and he steps out of the doorway. He reaches for the briefcase he has with him at all times and pulls out a dusty bottle, pulling off the cap and taking a large swig of it. He swallowed and sighed in relief.