“Hey, another bot on death row,” Flyby assumes. “Nice.”
“Yeah,” Breakswitch sardonically remarks, “I wonder if his brother got him wrapped up in some stupid scheme that resulted in him-”
“Okay, how many times do I need to say ‘I’m sorry’?” Flyby groans, interrupting his sister.
“As many times as I’d like!” Breakswitch snaps.
In the center of the room was a large pedestal on which rested the burnt and twisted fragments of some unknown machine. What it once was could not be determined, but its position in the room indicated that it was important somehow.
“Who knows?” Thrift says mystically, waving his hands.
“Like poetry, its true meaning is up to interpretation.”
As large and complex as Salvation was, whatever Pixel would be able to transform into wouldn’t be an exact miniature of her.
“A shame Gatecrasher left,” Corona comments. “Oh well, at least Scrapshot’s here now. O-or is it Driftburn?”
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“Look on the bright side, sis!” Flyby pleads. “If things work out, we won’t be executed!”
“If things work out, I might still kill you!” Breakswitch vows.
Underneath the scorch marks and many millions of years’ worth of weathering, the faint remainings of gold trimmings, strange diagrams (similar to the ones seen on the doors unlocked by the Omega Key), and strings of cyberglyphics.
“What if it hurls you into space?” Grommet proposes. “I think a proper-”
“That could take too long!” Sprocket interrupts. “Greasemonkey’d have Salvation fixed up and ready to take off before we got through all the steps!”
Scrapshot looks at Corona,
“I’m guess you already know then…”
He transforms into Driftburn,
“Either works, or heck you could combine the two and call me Driftshot.”
Actaeon sighs, to him it was likely that whatever puzzle that was here might’ve broke after all this time. He tries each sword, trying to gauge which would the the easiest to remove.
OOC: would it be OK to ask for a layout of their surrounding area? Like where the knights/sentinels are positioned and where they might relate to the wall/door with the sentinel, with the missing sword?
Driftshot sighs and shrugs,
“Something like that. It’s a rather long story. But long story short I’m one of you guys, I just have a alternate robot mode that makes me, Scrapshot.”
That last part was a lie, Scrapshot was his original form, although that was also a very complicated story, one that Corona most likely knew if Driftshot guessed right.
“Hey, Gatecrasher!” Forcep calls to the Decepticon.
Zepar’s journey would be uneventful, though he might notice the green speck of light above the mysterious island to the south- the one that Pixel had begun to chase.
Corona shrugs again.
“Whichever one you’re more comfortable with.”
One sword falls right out of the crumbling hands of a particularly damaged sentinel.
“Huzzah!” Facelift cheers.
OOC: so, Actaeon and company are in a long hallway, and the door is built into the wall on the right. There are sentinels lining both walls and a few partitions in the middle of the hall.
“Yes,” Shockwave replies. “The scanner is of an older make, predating the war, and might unlock a hidden door if presented with the proper sequence of CNA.”