“She’s the real deal,” Barkeep says. “She led us all here based off one of her visions, and she hasn’t steered us wrong yet. She doesn’t really like the word ‘prophet’, though. She likes to say she just gets ‘predictions’ from Primus- stuff that might happen as opposed to stuff that will. Kinda keeps to herself; I guess that’s what happens when you have a direct line to the Bot Upstairs in your brain.”
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“Thank you ma’am. If I have your leave, and yours as well captains.” He said nodding towards them, " I would like to explore more of the city."
“S-so, um… any luck Mr. Shockwave?” She asked nervously
“Forgive my apprehension,” Zepar said, placing some shanix on the counter for some standard Energon, “My people have mixed opinions about her gift as Primus hasn’t spoken directly to individuals since the Golden Age at the latest.”
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Scrapshot makes his way up the tower.
Actaeon sighs,
“So the sword is the key, and any sword won’t do.”
He goes over, passing Facelift, to get his sword back.
“Looks like we’ll need to find the right sword to go in there. Actually, I’ve only been assuming that it’s a sword that went here, but for all we know it could be something else.”
Zepar sat down at the bar, “Where can I find Corona?” He asks Barkeep.
“…I’m not a cannibal now am I?” SideStep asked worriedly.
He traverses across the decks of the spaceport, marking out each spaceship that functioned as a piece of the city, looking for the biggest one.
Blight shyly picks at his fingers, bowing his eye.
He could indeed hear her inside.
“Wait… How do you know our names?” Gronius asked Corona, while Alterion already understood that it was a side effect of her prophet abilities.
Spectrum continued to follow Pixel.
“Not yet,” Shockwave replies.
Barkeep nods.
“Yeah; we’ve still got some skeptics here, too.”
Scrapshot would soon join the group that was already there.
Topside nods, wordlessly giving Gatecrasher permission to leave.
“She’s a prophet, right?” says Thrift. “That’s kinda part of her schtick, ain’t it?”
Corona nods.
“Yes, you could say that,” she affirms.
“Whoo! Score one for yours truly!” Thrift cheers.
“Welp, I’ve got nothing,” Facelift says, shrugging his shoulders.
“I mean, unless we got any more swords lying around to try…”
Many of the other statues in the corridor held swords of their own.
“No,” Sprocket quickly clarifies.
“…I don’t think so, anyway. Probably not.”
The largest starship-turned-building was a white-armored civilian transport, nearly half a mile in length and large enough to comfortable accomodate a few hundred bots.
“And how does this prophecy work? You have Primus on the hotline or something?”
“S-so how do you plan on figuring it out?” She asked
Gatecrasher bowed, and went outside to explore more of the city. Maybe wander the streets a bit.
“Shockwave’s trying to analyze some sort of CNA scanner in the park and is wondering if you would be willing to help him figure out what it’s hiding.” Epsilon tells her.
Zepar looks at Barkeep, “So, where might I find her?” He asked. (@Chromeharpoon)
She couldn’t hear him through the door.
Maybe trying to open the door would be a good idea.
He tries opening the door.
'I’m guessing we’re here for a reason?"
Actaeon chuckles,
“Let’s try all the swords!”
The door would easily open, revealing a tired Wildsong trying to clean her lab of the myriad of iron things that Broadwing brought her.
“Are you okay?” Epsilon asks.
“What do you want?”
Epsilon repeats what he said before about Shockwave wondering if she would be willing to help him analyze a mysterious CNA scanner in the park.