She did as ordered and looked around for a powerlinx symbol on the medic.
No such symbol could be found.
In little time Railfire was able to finish his work. Pennicila would be feeling as good as new. Save for her voice box of course.
âWelp,â Backbreaker sighs, âtime to find more midgets.â
Hotshot snorted a suppressed laugh.
âAlright, but where do we find one?â
She stretched and gave a nod. She scribbled something down on her pad and lifted it up, âAnything I can help with?â
âNot at the moment. Though if Iâm being honest, having a personal assistant would be nice. There are three other minicon friends of mine who help me on occasion, but they have their own agenda.â
She nodded smiling beneath her mask. She scribbled down something on her pad and lifted it up for the larger bot to see, âWell Iâd be happy to assist. Probably should get yourself a minicon portâŚmight be useful later on.â
Railfire smiled.
âA partner of my very own. What a marvelous idea.â
Railfire said eagerly.
âMaximusâ partnership with Nebula seems to be going well. Why not? Though now the question remains, where should I put the interface?â
He mused. Clearly looking for some kind of input.
She nodded with a grin underneath her mask. She picked up her pad and scribbled a bit down, âProbably on your back, thatâs the most logical place to place such an apparatus. What is your alt mode sir?â
Machbreaker remained quiet for the moment, focusing on getting the container back safely.
âIf they kept a captainâs log, might hold an answer. Or clues in those datapads.â Tie-Grabber said.
He comes onto the bridge and looks at the room, trying to identify usable controls and terminals. Though not the most familiar he asks, âSo which one would check ship status?â
âAnd the Vex who die in its destruction? Even if no-one likes Iota, what of the guards and other civilians?â Railgun asks. âOr, is Iota the only Vex who utilizes bulks in their enterprise?â
âOddballâs a smaller guy,â Backbreaker says, âand he speaks their language.â
âA space fighter. Though in truth I havenât needed to transform in many years.â
Nebula too remained quiet as they went.
The bridge had three main consoles. Each one having itâs own monitor. There were also two windows on either side of the room.
âThat one right there.â
Ramjet said, pointing to the center console. While he himself walked over and jumped up on to the left console.
âHell if I know.â
Clawshot said with a shrug.
âWerenât you the one who scoped out his office? I think youâd be the one with those kinds of answers.â
âSo we find Oddball so he can find us a minicon?â
ââŚDid Minicons contribute?â Machbreaker wondered aloud.
âThanks.â He quickly says.
Tie-Grabber hops up on it and looks at the available buttons and controls. Surfing through it for whatever information or interesting functions it could offer.
âNot answers, just posing potential adversaries after escape. Though Iotaâs office was bore little itself. We know some of the crowds love this place, but it seems their queen does not. Rest of this worldâs politics on the matter are unknown. So until then, assumption of threat.â Railgun explained.
Where is everyone? It is awfully quiet for some reason. Whereâs the the blame? The accusations?! Oh, this is no fun at all.
Alter settings. Execute, Overclock.
A decently size disc is ejected and forms into a yellow robotic entity. With a smirk, he runs into the commons area to see what he can do.
Her eyes went wide and gleamed, âYouâve been to space?â
âContribute to what?â
Nebula asked.
There were all manner of buttons and controls, as well as the main pilotâs control. All of which Tiegrabber could try messing with.
There was also a framed photo propped up on the dashboard. In the center was Maximus and Axis. Both beaming with joy. To their sided were two more predacons. The red one looked tall and fit. His arms crossed with two halves of a dragon head serving as shoulder pads. The other one was brown. Very short and stocky, with the bottom jaw of his beast mode on his chest. His own jaw was large and protruded, much like Bulkheadâs. Both of the other individuals looked just as happy as the two familiar ones.
Ramjet was inspecting the left console, when he stumbled on some buttons. Causing the monitor to light up, and a video began to play.
âA queen? Great. The idea that thereâs some pompous gas bad thatâs even more hoity toity than Iota makes me sick.â
Clawhsot said.
Many bots were in the commons chatting among themselves. Maximus and Axis were sharing some Energon and bantering back and forth. Razorclaw soon sat down to join them, holding rations of her own.
Wildsong, Demolishor, Cyclonus, Thundercracker, and Skywarp were all at one table planning something.
Blackout was on his own tinkering with some foil as usual.
Hotshot was still talking to Backbreaker.
And Tire and Rotor were off in the corner talking to each other.
âYes. Many times in fact. Nothing more peaceful than racing through the void I tell you.â
Railfire said. His expression was a present one as he reflected on long gone memories.
She looked in awe, âI hadnât left Cybertron before coming hereâŚâ
âI see. Perhaps, after we get out of here, I could take you for a flight? Would you enjoy that?â
Railfire offered.
She nodded eyes glimmering with joy, âOh very,â she wrote down.
âTo the AllSpark for the Predacons and Maximals. Did survivors contribute part of themselves as well? Are newer Minicons more like them or us?â Machbreaker asked, not really expecting an answer.
âYouâve got to be kiddinâ me. This is dunder boltâs ship?! How did they get something so fancy!â Tie-Grabber more complained than exclaimed.
Though with the video coming on, his focus was shifted. He comes on over to see what plays.
âYet she could prove useful in our escape plans. Maybe even to be left alone.â Railgun commented with a shrug.
Overclock heads for the group at the table.
âWonderful.â
Railfire said.
âI look forward to the day. However until then, we must get this interface installed.â
âHm. Never thought of that.â
Nebula said quietly. She didnât really have much to say.
Ramjet watched the music video with wide eyed fascination. The decepticons never had much in the way of entertainment. So media like this was a rarity to him.
âAmazing.â
He said.
âHow could she help? Just because she doesnât like this place doesnât mean she likes us.â
âCome on you two. The three of us are already in. Why wonât you?â
Wildsong asked.
âI just donât think itâll work. There have been dozens of escape attempts. What makes this one any different?â
Skywarp responded.