Nebula said. Understanding the weight of what happened.
"Honestly, Railfire seems a lot different than other bulks. At least with how he talks to us."
Ramjet grabbed the framed photo before following Tiegrabber to the back room.
The chamber at the end of the ship was noticeably smaller than any of the others. It had four bunks. Two on each side wall. The top left bunk was unkempt and messy. The wall and ceiling above it were covered in Norse iconography. Runes, symbols, pictures, notes, all plastered over the walls. There was a stack of data pads at the foot of the bed.
The bunk below it was noticeably more tidy, but not by much. The bed itself had noticeable burn marks. All of which looked like they had been there for a long time.
The top right bunk was the most well made of the four. Though the bed had a mild bend in the middle, as if weighed down by something.
And the bottom left bunk had it's wall covered in different photos. All of which included Maximus, Axis, and the other two predacons. Axis being the one who took most of them. They all depicted the four in a wide variety of locations and events, some with even more other predacons that the minicons wouldn't recognize.
Finally there was a large square hatch at the back of the room with a handle on it.
The chamber was massive. About the height of old war era bots as he would know them. There was a control panel at the base, at perfect height for a Vex to operate.
The three don't notice him.
"Okay okay. But really. How do a predacon and a maximal like you meet each other? How does this happen?"
"There's really not much to it."
Maximus said sheepishly.
"My pals and I were visiting Iacon, I wondered off on my own, and we sorta just ran into each other."
"Come on. There's gotta be more to it than that."
"No. We literally ran into each other."
Axis said with a laugh.
"I was just walking down the street and we literally hit each other. Face to face. And we sorta just got along from there."
As most the tier 3 prisoners power down for the night, a strange unease fills the barracks. It was quiet. Something was missing. And it didn't take long for everyone to realize what.
Juliana's singing, love it or hate it, it was something everyone had been accustomed to. But when it was gone, the quiet was uncomfortable.
Meanwhile, as everyone in tier 2 began to power down, Bulkhead quietly got up and out of his cell. The big lug trying his best to keep quiet. He gently knocked on Luliana's cell door and waited for a response.