“It isn’t quite like that,” Corona clarifies. “I receive visions of what may come to pass, and it is my duty to interpret them and act upon them appropriately.”
“Oh, the usual,” Thrift comments. “Apparently we’ve all been chosen by destiny or some-such. Typical hero stuff, y’know.”
“Right!” Facelift agrees. He begins to tug on the blade of the nearest statue.
“She’s in the control tower right now,” Barkeep says. “She’s waiting for someone, I think.”
The streets of the city were bustling with activity as the pilgrims amble about of various errands. Gatecrasher might spy what was once a massive civilian transport in the center of city- likely, it served as a capitol building of some sort.
“Unfortunately, I have neglected to bring my toolkit to properly analyze the scanner,” Shockwave says. "I sent Epsilon-5 to summon the Autobot Wildsong to render assistance. "
“I think I’ll have something to drink before going to see her.” He says, sliding the shanix towards her. It was enough for a moderate helping of standard Energon.
Through the doors of the capitol building was a chamber that may have once been the cargo hold. Statues of the Thirteen decorate the room, along with pedestals displaying ancient cybertronian artifacts.
The twins Flyby and Breakswitch were also in the room, checking out the relics.
“Hey, this looks like the black box from a cruiser,” Flyby observes. “Like that one we found with all the terrorcons.”
“Ugh. Don’t remind me about that,” Breakswitch says with a shudder. “If I ever see the undead again, it’ll be too soon.”
Corona nods.
“I do.”
“Complete what?” Thrift asks. “The cycle of tragedy that defines our species’ history? The quest for the Omega Lock? All the sideplots the GM’s abandoned recently?”
The sentinel held onto its sword tightly.
“Remain silent and out of the way,” Shockwave suggests coldly.