The pilgrims working on the body look up from their work, casting bemused, yet also suspicious glances at Spectrum.
Facelift follows the minicon to the table, and cranes his neck downward to study the unfinished body.
“…Ooooh!” he exclaims, having a revelation. He turns to his kidnappers.
“You want me to help finish building this guy?” he asks. “Well why didn’t you just say so?!”
“Corona told us that you might have been… difficult to approach,” the four-armed neutral says apologetically.
“One was sent back to Cybertron,” Corona explains. “You may know it as the Omega Key. The locations of the other four pieces, we do not know.”
Grommet walks into a lab.
“I am a licensed practitioner of veterinary medicine under the authority of the Decepticon Empire,” he recites, only partly lying, to the nurse already inside. “I need to use this laboratory and its equipment for a moment, if you’d be so kind.”
The nurse looks around the room.
“I’m not sure I can do that…” he protests.
Grommet didn’t seem to care, as he was already setting Blackbeak down on a table to examine the bird.
If Motherboard mined, she didn’t show it.
The recording played up to the moment the ceremony ended, and then shut off as it showed Motherboard turning around and beginning to transform.
“Yes, crewman Zepar, I can hear you,” Zepar would hear Motherboard droning through his comlink. Wildsong, however, would not hear Motherboard say so much as a word.