“There are some among us that suffer at the mercy of Dark Energon and we wish for them to be incapable of accessing any of the Dark Energon on any world they are in.” He said.
He was mentally ready for the reactions of the Neo-Decepticons.
Sol scowled at seraphicon, his fire heating up as a sign of his agitation
“The Dark Energon deposits on Elementum are barred to all but the most skilled of our researchers,” Veneficus informs Seraphicon. “Frankly, I never considered granting any of you access to it.”
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His flames cooling again he calmly asked “on the contrary to his request, might I speak with said researchers?”
“You may,” Veneficus replies.
“Later. Come; let us get out of the cold, shall we?”
He nods, “after you.”
Seraphicon keeps near Rai’kaiser, silently telling him that he was keeping an eye on him.
Firestorm goes to Liege to act as his escort.
“do you mind?” He asked, heavily annoyed at his recent actions to hinder his plans
Veneficus turns, and the crowd moves to encircle the relic hunters and escort them to the city. A gust of wind blows through the mountains, picking up snow from the ground and causing the trees in the valley to sway.
“it’s a beautiful planet,” compliments sol
Myriad rubbed her arms and followed Veneficus. “This reminds me of the Terran holiday called Christmas. It was always snowing.”
Treadfin ran up to Veneficus. “Do you have any inventors? cuz I have some neat ideas for some useful contraptions.”
“I’m trying to help you.” Seraphicon said. He mentally agreed with Rai’kaiser that the planet was beautiful.
Firestorm keeps with Liege, the reception that the fallen Prime got on Eukaris was fresh in the Knight’s mind.
A nearby Elementum native nods.
“You’ve come to the right place,” Veneficus kindly affirms. “Ours is a world of invention and discovery.”
“Ain’t that Solus’ schtick?” Bootleg comments.
The natives didn’t appear to recognize Liege Maximo in his current form.
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Sol ignored him, not wanting this same old song and dance to repeat
“Alchemist, Quintus and Solus were all creators and scientists.” Firestorm said. “Each specialized in different things: Quintus was one who was able to craft life, Alchemist could, within all natural laws, reshape things into new forms of raw materials while Solus was an expert crafter.”
Treadfin rubbed his hands eagerly. “Oh, boy. This is gonna be fun.”
“Precisely,” Veneficus affirms as he walks.
From an observation area on the ship, Salvage and Nightfall survey the valley- the snow-covered forest, the glowing crags of mystic energy, and the mountains looming all around them, all bathed in the silver moonlight shining through the thick clouds from which more snow fell.
“Wow,” the junkion remarks, his optics shining with an almost childlike wonder, “you don’t see anything like this back home.”
“Not much like it on Cybertron, either,” supports Nightfall, standing a few feet away, leaning against a railing.
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Hecate told Dicius that she is entering inside the ship. It was too cold for her. Dicius nodded and remained there, next to Seraphicon, Shadow of Sol, and the others.
Firestorm asks Liege if he was doing okay. If the Prime was cold, he’s willing to help resolve that issue.
Seraphicon kept near Rai’kaiser.
“Please stop that.” He tells seraphicon