“That’s… not what I expected,” Gaia admits.
OOC: no on the ships.
OOC: I was going to have him buy some more ships, like the one they already have
IC: haliaetus nods
@Chromeharpoon Warya entered inside and looked for another knight relic.
@ToaNoah_Wafflemeister “Indeed.”
OOC: okay. I’ll let this play out for now.
IC: Gaia was prepared to depart.
Of which there were many. The museum itself was once the headquarters of the order, and boasted a large exhibit devoted to it’s former inhabitants.
Many visitors were off exploring the newly-revealed sections of the building.
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Hali preps the ship for takeoff
Gaia separates and boards.
“Say, what’re are you’re individual names?”
Warya was looking for something in particular that could work.
OOC: Present me some items.
They all introduce themselves disdainfully, as if they didn’t quite like their names.
“Great Cannon.”
“Leyland.”
“Sandstorm.”
“Shuttle Gunner.”
“Target Hawk.”
There were melee weapons of every kind, along with a few silver talismans.
In the hangar, the ancient ship mentioned earlier idled within it’s moorings.
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She took the tablet and tried to activate a talisman.
Hearing the disdain haliaetus asks if there was an issue
Many bots stared at Warya, wondering how she came by the table.
The cyberglyphics adorning the many weapons all flash a myriad of colors before quickly dying, and the talismans assume a similar fluid consistency to the table, but only for a few seconds.
“What kind of a name is Great Cannon?” the largest asks rhetorically.
“Mine isn’t a name as much as it is my job title,” Shuttle Gunner laments.
“And what the frak is Leyland supposed to mean?” the red jeep deadpans.
Stoneflow searches for a place to land.
There was plenty of open space for Stoneflow to set down.
Warya smiled happy to thempoint she ignored the other bots. She left the museum, and commed somebody:
“Chopbot? It’s me! Warya! Can we meet? Blowclaw is with you? Is nothing, dude! He could use too! I’m comming!”
She transformed in wasp mode and flew away.
“then why not change it?” He asked
Gaia’s components all shrug.
“Lazy, I guess,” Sandstorm speculates.
Stoneflow sets himself beside a ship.
Salvage hops out. Those in the convoy would begin to feel the ground tremble and hear a low, grinding sound.
“uh huh.” He deadpans, looking out at the passing stars