Blackbeak was still in stasis near Forcep and the rest.
“Done,” says Motherboard only a second later. “There is only one member of the Angelicon order registered in the CFC Salvation’s crew manifest.”
As one might expect, Zepar’s profile pops up on Motherboard’s visor.
“Hey there,” Sidewinder says, recognizing Gatecrasher.
“Greetings” Gatecrasher said, retracting his cannons.
OOC: I don’t remember, when had he met sidewinder before?
“Who are you?” Epsilon asked, not lowering his weapon.
Zepar pondered on what he had seen and heard…Solus’s admonishing words to Megatronus sounding uncomfortably familiar; it was very similar to what Bludgeon’s plans for the Lock were.
“…Primus, I pray for your guidance.” He whispered in the empty room, “What must be done?”
She eventually found him, and then went to the closest medbay.
“Godslag… Where was Zepar last seen?”
“Name’s Sidewinder,” the pilgrim introduces himself to Epsilon. “Your friend and I have met.”
A blue car comes rolling down the hill. It was Corona, in her vehicle mode. The prophet slows to a halt and transforms.
“wait,” she urgently pleads.
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The lights on the Omega Key take on a deeper shade of blue- the very same as those of the conduits on the core of Cybertron in the Well of All Sparks. The lights dim, becoming faint and gloomy.
None of the medbays on Salvation were in any shape to accommodate Delta’s needs. The entire Fleetcarrier was now in pieces, suspended by a field of cybermatter as each part was meticulously cleaned and repaired. Ribbons of liquid metal coursed like rivers throughout Salvation’s twenty-mile length, fusing with her many pieces.
The sun was beginning to set over the horizon, staining the water and the sky around it orange and throwing a few last rays of light cross the twin islands the spaceport connected. Below the ancient machines, life in the pilgrim’s village continued much as it had for the past 7,000 years.
“Unknown,” Motherboard says.
Out of the corner of her eye, Song might see a flash of light coming from the control room across the straight.
“I never intended to go anywhere.”
Epsilon gives Corona a quizzical look, his weapon still pointed at Sidewinder.
Zepar examines the Key and console to se if anything was broken.
“I came through the ground bridge,” Corona hastily explains. “I owe you all an explanation, before any of you do something rash.”
Nothing seemed broken or otherwise out of sorts. It was almost as if the Omega Key just decided to turn down its lights for some odd reason.
“Okay?” GC said, confused.
Spectrum sighed and walked towards one of the crystal formations.
“We can talk on the way, if you’d like,” Corona says. “I just needed to catch up with you all.”
This one was purple and black, and gave of an unpleasant aura similar to that of Dark Energon.
“Of course ma’am.” gatecrasher said with a bow.
Zepar tries to see what else could be gleaned from this room.
Epsilon lowers his weapon, “What is up with this place?” He asked Corona.
Spectrum transformed her hand into a scanner and scanned it.
“That is one of many things I should have told you by now,” Corona says apologetically.
“This planet- more specifically, this continent,” is where Solus Prime and the Knights of Cybertron built the Omega Lock."
The scan would reveal that the substance was not Dark Energon- not entirely, anyway. Actually, the scanner couldn’t tell Spectrum what it was, exactly. The crystals seemed to confound the instruments.
There was nothing more to be discovered in the control room. The Omega Key was still plugged into the console, with the scanning table branching off of it. In the center of the room, the miniature spaceport displayed the various repairs and upgrades being made to Salvation.
Daria watches them, comprehending the situation. What did Corona need to talk about?
Actaeon muttered something foul under his breath as he finally found Driftburn pacing around.
Scrapshot was wandering around the place, not exactly knowing where he was.
Spectrum frowned and moved towards some of the religious art displays.
“Okay.” Epsilon said, a bit more confused.
Zepar decided he would guard the room and Key until everything was finished.
“That might explain the light and sound show.”
Blight stood, thanked the doctor, and fiddled around in his storage compartments for some loose change.