With a sharp click, the hilt of the sword retracts into the blade. Another blue pulse emanates from the Key, and the floor ripples and begins to change shape. A control console forms around the Omega Key as a scaled-down replica of Salvation and the spaceport around her rises from the floor.
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In the city, many a head turns as klaxons blare and ancient machinery screeches; arcs of blue energy race along Salvation's length as her docking cradle retracts, leaving only the massive rings around her, holding the Fleetcarrier in the air with antigravity technology. The engineers working on Salvation's repairs are fortunately all able to make it to safety.
"My," Corona reacts, turning off the recorder for now, "that's new..."
Salvo instinctively deploys her weapons, as does Lurch. Shatterpoint's gauntlets light up as he whips around.
In the secret room, the miniature replicates the actions of the spaceport outside.
"Huh," Facelift says. "So I wasn't onto something. Ah well; me an' the bot upstairs still had a nice talk. I feel kinda closer to him now..."