Daria chuckles and grabs her rifle switching modes to the high-power output mode, that really needs a better name mode. She aims and fire the Nucleon Charge Rifle at the door.
Actaeon goes to Sprocket and Grommet’s lab looknig for the Omega Key. He would enter it saying,
“Gotta borrow something real quick.”
“Still some of those things I’d rather keep more confidential.”
The door was likely very thick, requiring a fair amount of firepower to blast open.
Sprocket might be able to tell what this part was, what with his vast knowledge of ancient cybertronian technology. Upon Gatecrasher, though, it’s function was lost.
The shot had about as much affect on the door as Facelift’s cannon had- that is to say: none.
Two of the sentinels stir and come to life, stepping of their pedestals and drawing their weapons. They study Daria and Facelift, trying to determine if they were a threat.
Corona nods; she’d respect his wishes.
The prophet nods.
“It is,” she confirms. “And there is something of a story behind that-”
“Oh yeah; exposition inbound,” Thrift asides.
“-But I’m hesitant to share it with much of my desired audience missing.”
The lab was empty, currently, and the Omega Key could be seen hovering above a pedestal on Sprocket’s side of the lab.
Zepar looks to see if Broadband was nearby.
“Anybody got some bombs on hand?” Epsilon asked.
Daria lowers her weapon, and gently lays in on the ground, backing up from it,
“We honestly just want that door open.”
Driftburn listens, leaning against a wall,
“Well who are we missing then?”
Actaeon walks forwards towards the key. He stands by it,
“I’ll borrow that…”
“Excuse me sir?” He asked the proprietor. “How much do you want for this?”
Unfortunately, she was not.
“Desired audience?” Topside repeats, looking at ■■■■■■■■■■■■. “She knows we’re the captains, right?”
“Yeah, and I’m the author avatar!” Thrift adds. Both captains turn and give the junkion confused (and on ■■■■■■■■■■■■’s part, frustrated) looks.
Corona gives a list of names- bots she had seen in her visions who, according to her, would play pivotal roles in the quest for the Omega Lock and the salvation of Primus and his children:
-Zepar
-Epsilon-5
-Redstocker
-Alterion
-Gronius
-Wildsong
-Delta
-Driftburn/scrapshot
-Actaeon
-Daria
-Gatecrasher
-Juliana
-Pixel
-Blight
-Caedia
-Spectrum
-Thrust
-Lightshift
-Vigor
-SideStep
The sentinels eye the weapon on the floor, and then stare at Daria and Facelift, their weapons at their sides.
“All in favor of shooting 'em?” Facelift asks Daria.
@Jcton
The shopkeep looks up from his work.
“Oh, that?” he says, gesturing to the machine. “Three-fifty, or the equivalent.”
The Omega Key does not react.
@Jcton
“Not exactly,” Shockwave quips as the barrel of his cannon begins to spin.
The cyclops raises his weapon and fires a shot at the door. A crackling, rushing sound is heard as a blast of violet energy hits the metal. The singularity created by the hyperflux cannon lasts but less than a second, but it is enough to rip the door apart and reveal a dark corridor beyond.
“Indulge yourselves,” Shockwaves quips to Epsilon and Wildsong as he transforms and departs.
SideStep sighed and began to walk towards the rift.
“If one o’ ya cowards wants to do science, come with me. Otherwise, go ahead and keep on thinking. Enjoy getting nowhere.”
Spectrum slowed, making a sad noise.
@ToaNoah_Wafflemeister
“Do you accept Shanix?” He asks.
Epsilon coughed as the dust settled, “I’ll report if I find anything interesting.” He said.
“Well, why don’t we call those guys and tell them to come meet us?” Zepar asked the group.
Grommet huffs, while Sprocket follows.
“This is nuts!” he excitedly proclaims. “Active cybermatter! We might be the first cybertronians to handle that in- wait, how long have Corona’s followers been here, again? Frak. No record, then. Still pretty cool, though!”
The shopkeep nods.
“Last I checked, it’s been the official currency of Cybertron the past hundred million years.”
“I’m for it,” Topside says.
“Gotta say, I am both pleasantly and _un_pleasantly surprised right now,” Thrift reacts to the list of names.
Shockwave had already left.
The hallway was still dark- perhaps the lights would only turn on when someone entered.
SideStep rolled his eyes as he continued walking towards the fissure.
“Well, you never know.” He said, sliding the appropriate amount over. “I was once on a colony where grease was the currency of choice.”
Sprocket continues to babel.
“I’ve never worked with cybermatter before- I mean, I’ve studied the colony ships; so I know a bit about it from that, but this- man, this is awesome!”
“…You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?”
The shopkeep laughs.
“Point taken,” he says.
“Sorry, what?” SideStep asked.
“I was selectively listening. All I care about is getting to this… stuff.”
“Well, pleasure doing business.” Gatecrasher says, as he picks up the object and hands it to Deus.
“Eh, it’s nothing,” Sprocket says, waving his hand.
“Only the biggest discovery since transwarp, and a bunch cultists have been sitting on it for seven thousand years…” he quips.
The shopkeep accepts the payment, and Deus begins to turn the part over in his hands.
SideStep chuckled.
He continued walking, quickening his pace as he went.
Sprocket transforms into a helicopter and flies off, landing on the beach underneath Salvation.
SideStep transforms into a car and speeds after him.
“So, Deus? What do you think?” he asks. “Good?” he gives a thumbs up, “Or bad?” he gives a thumbs down.