With the ceremony now concluded, the townsfolk and crew of Salvation had returned to ambling about. Thrift had disappeared rather suddenly, though his ship was still settled on the beach, where his personal diagnostic drone ran the shop in his absence. Salvo had left to strike up a conversation with the green weaponizer that ran the store Gatecrasher had visited previously.
Lurch could be heard preaching the good word of Megatron once again, though no-one was paying much attention to him.
"Corona has trapped you on this ball of mud for seven millennia! And for what?! Megatron, on the other hand, is a competent and powerful leader, who makes good on his word and does not hide behind superstition!"
The bots that had helped Corona with the ceremony- her inner circle, by all indication- were leaving, bound for one of the spaceport's monolithic towers.
Corona hastily records a message for those of our heroes who could not attend the earlier ceremony, and tosses the recorder back to Shadowraker.
"There," she says. "I hope you find that satisfactory."
Topside could be seen holding onto a bulky monitor that hung in midair.
Deus was watching, fascinated, as the spaceport took Salvation's bridge tower apart.