Salvation: Part II

Shockwave’s eye narrows as he considers Zepar’s words.

“A likely possibility,” he concedes.

“Now, are we gonna get moving or are we gonna wax philosophical some more?” Topside asks.

OOC: why did I feel nervous when you said Shockwave’s eye narrowed at Zepar’s question?

IC: “Yeah, we should probably get going.” Epsilon said as he began leading the three to the location where Facelift wanted to meet with him.

Shockwave and Topside follow in their vehicle modes.

Zepar and Epsilon could either get to Facelift by traversing Salvation’s maintenance tunnels, or by accessing the repair station through Engineering.

Epsilon takes the, in his opinion, what feels like the shortest route: using the maintenance tunnels.

The dark and winding maintenance tunnels had been largely untouched by the Omega Key. The dilapidated Decepticon architecture remained the same, and loose stretches of cabling snake across the floor.

The ground would eventually reach Facelift, where they would see the cyclops sitting atop The six-legged walker that he and his assistants had recently acquired.

Facelift jumps down as he sees Epsilon approach.

“Ah, hello!” he says, his eye glowing brightly. “I see you’ve brought friends.”

He turns his attention to Shockwave, Zepar, and Topside.

"What? Do you guys wanna be a combiner, too? I’m not a miracle worker, you know.

“…Okay, that’s not true, but I do have my limits, despite what my reputation may suggest.”

“I did.” Epsilon replied.

“We are here because of your reputation and we want to make sure Epsilon is in top condition after the procedure is completed.” Zepar said.

Facelift brings a talon to his chest and doubles over.

Oh!” he cries out as he staggers backward, feigning pain. “Oh, you wound me! Of course I will endeavour to ensure Epsilon’s survival and successful augmentation!”

“I meant no offense, but your reputation does need to be considered.” Zepar said.

Epsilon took a deep breath, “I want to be awake for this procedure.” He said.

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Facelift’s eye shrinks as he tilts his head.

“And you all say I’m crazy,” he remarks.

“Granted, you might not be wrong there, but you do realize I’m gonna be taking you apart piece-by-piece for this, right? I’d say it’d be painful, but you’ll be stasis. Probably. It’s gonna be boring!”

“…And also possibly unnerving as you watch an infamous madman and deranged lunatic ripping you to pieces with his claws in your innards, while rebuilding you with ill-gotten parts and secondhand equipment, all while immobile and strapped to an operating table, I might add.”

“…Was that supposed to be reassuring?” Topside deadpans.

“Make of my words what you will, oh captain, my captain,” Facelift says with an exaggerated bow. “And I must say it is a pleasure having you here to observe my work!”

“Indeed.” King-Quan nods. “Is there anything you need me translating?” He asked.

“I know the implications and I am willing to endure them.” Epsilon said.

Forcep looks at the charts again.

“Do they say anything else?” he asks.


Facelift clasps his hands together.

“Very well, then!” he concedes. “Just step right up and we’ll get started!”

Epsilon walks up to the operating table.

Zepar moves into a position where he can see the operation with minimal obstruction.

Juliana walks up to the sound device, and attempts to turn it on.

(OOC: You mind if I choose the music)

King-Quart looks at the Hologram again, reading it if there was anything else.

“Nah, just ask Thunderblast about me.”

Atop the walker, Facelift’s lab look pretty much the same. The wide tanks containing body parts were plugged into shallow sockets in the floor, and the operating tables were scattered between shelves of equipment and containers holding smaller body parts and components.

Shockwave and Topside look around the lab. The cyclop’s face was impossible to read, while the Autobot captain’s brow was furrowed.

“You know, alt-mode installations are my favorite operations,” Facelift muses as he picks up a bauble.


The machine hums to life.

OOC: I don’t mind.


IC:

There was nothing more that could be discerned; the glyphs talked almost exclusively of Primus and the Allspark, and little else.


Quasar smirks.

“Confident in the face of imminent death,” he observes. “You’ve got that going for you, at least.”

The scientist doesn’t take his eyes- nor his blaster- off Wildsong as he contacts Thunderblast.

“Your Excellency, it’s Quasar. I’ve apprehended an Autobot spy!”

“…What? What? I-… yes, Your Excellency…”

Juliana tapped the screen a few times, and started the music.

she then ran down to the doorway, and unlocked it. She chocked the door open, letting the music play into the streets

Epsilon shows Facelft the datacard Corona had given him, “This is the second alt mode I want to have. I want to be a triplechanger.” He said.

Song smirks mockingly.
“Confident in the face of imminently loosing your job. I respect that.”