Epsilon kept perfectly still, being nervous and trying to put on a brave face. Zepar, taking a deep breath relaxed as he put his fate in the hands of Shockwave and Primus.
“Of course,” the medic groans. “Always the same with you warrior types. ‘Medic, fix my engine’. ‘Medic, screw my eyeball back in, why doncha?’ ‘Hey medic, you can weld this back together, right?’…”
Shockwave plugs the two cables into the backs of his test subject’s heads.
“I advise you two to lie down,” he suggests. “The Patch will force you into stasis lock upon activation.”
The Splitter brothers enter their hab suite, to wait for Gronius to need their help.
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SideStep finishes the last of his drink.
“That was good.” He said, sighing contentedly.
“Thanks for talking.” He said to Flyby. “It’s been a while since I’ve been able to sit down and enjoy a drink with anyone.”
Spectrum continued crawling through vents, until she came across the bridge. She popped her head out of the vent, then dropped onto the nearest head.
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Flyby nods.
“Same here,” he says.
The nearest head would be that of captain ■■■■■■■■■■■■, who swivels his cool blue eyes upward to glare at Spectrum.
“Greetings…” he growls. From the communications console, Broadband barely stifles a laugh.
“Shut the frak up and move your rusty butt over here to fix my engine!” Song hostly yelled at him.
Redstocker decided to leave Juliana some more time, as he went around looking for Blight.
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The medic leans back in his seat. He was used to his fellows barking at him to do this or that, but unlike Obsidian or Strika, Wildsong couldn’t turn him to scrap metal on a whim if she so chose, as far as he knew.
“Say the magic word, miss,” he taunts her, resting his hands behind his head.
She cringed her teeth.
“Please.”
The medic hops out of his seat and slides over to Wildsong.
“It’d be my pleasure, miss,” he quips, promptly restoring Wildsong’s engines to full functionality- or as close to it as he could manage, at least; Song’s internal repair systems could handle the rest.
“Thanks!” she said, faking a sweet smile, before pushing him with her foot back to his place.
Sidestep stood up and extended his hand for a handshake.
“I’m gonna go see if there’s anything that needs to be done.” He said.
Spectrum cheerily replied, “H-h-h-h3llo!” She looked around the room.
“P-p-p1xe-e-e-el?” She asked, searching for her brother.
The medic staggers backward, before resuming his seat.
The dropship returns to the Vigilant’s hangar.
Flyby shakes SideStep’s hand.
“Sounds good,” Flyby says. “I guess I’ll keep myself busy, too, until we come out of transwarp again.”
■■■■■■■■■■■■ shakes his head- slowly, perhaps so as to not shake Spectrum off.
“He isn’t here,” he informs the minicon.
######“Thank Primus…” he mutters under his breath.
Song walks out of it.
Dozens of New Decepticon soldiers disembark from their transports, some of them carrying energon cubes and mining supplies from the short-lived operations on the south continent. Others carried ancient artifacts recovered from various ruins.
Song goes to search for Thunderblast.
Blight and Pixel were currently taking some leisure time in the Sunrise.
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Thunderblast could be found on the bridge, in a discussion with a hologram of Bludgeon.
“I understand your haste, my lord,” she says, “but I believe we should give ourselves more time to recover from our most recent defeat.”
“Not a defeat, Thunderblast,” Bludgeon retorts with a sigh, as if he’d had to explain this one time too many. “The crew of the Salvation has the map- the only map to the Omega Lock, so far as anyone is aware, and they have proven that they will fight tooth and nail to keep it in their possession. And so we modify our strategy accordingly: we allow them to claim the Lock for us, and then we take it from them.”
He could see Redstocker approaching him, now on his two legs instead of his wheelchair.
“Hello there, mister Blight!”
Song approached them, crossing her two pairs of arms.
Bludgeon payed Wildsong no mind as he continues to speak to Thunderblast.
“Have the fleet ready for departure within the night,” he commands. “And have Shockwave’s beasts combat-ready for our next battle; I’m sure Obsidian will enjoy the new additions to his arsenal.”
The hologram flickers away, and Thunderblast sighs deeply as she shakes her head.
“No rest for the wicked, indeed,” she remarks.
Song was silent.
Thunderblast looks up at her.
“I heard about the Dark Sky. Truly and unfortunate turn of events. Worse still that we won’t have any more time to explore this… curious planet.”
Thunderblast looks out a window at the ocean below her, tinted silver by the light of Omega’s moon. The curtains of light cast by the fissures shine brightly in the night.
“Perhaps when I-… when Cybertron is reborn under the New Decepticon Order, I can convince Bludgeon to return here one day to thoroughly plunder the ruins here. The Knights of Cybertron may be long gone, but there’s no shortage of artifacts they left behind.”
“Perhaps a day will come where we won’t simply be picking up the pieces of our Golden Age glory…” she muses, waxing melancholy.