If King-Quan’s wanderings took him to Engineering, he might happen upon Greasemonkey, the chief engineer, having a conversation with Topside, Salvation’s Autobot captain.
“Funny, huh?” Topside remarks. “An Autobot keeping a Decepticon ship afloat. That’s irony.”
“Oh, no, sir,” Greasemonkey replies, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t say she’s a Decepticon ship. Not anymore. She’s something greater than that now…”
Thunderblast raises an eyebrow.
“And that would be…?”
“That woman… Who upgraded me…”
“Brainpan,” Thunderblast identifies the not-quite-stable surgeon. “Yes, what about her?”
“She comes with me.”
OOC: Wasn’t it just Brainpad?
Thunderblast shrugs.
“Fine,” she says. “Take her.”
OOC: It’s Brainpan. Sometimes I type too fast for my own good.
“Right. When can I leave?”
King-Quan smirked behind his mouth plate as he wandered towards Greasemonkey and Topside. “Careful how you say that, some Decepticons may tend to disagree.” He mentioned, in a joking tone.
He walked towards them and leaned against a wall, crossing his arms as he glanced at them for a moment.
“Whenever you’d like,” Thunderblast replies. “I’ll have Brainpan start packing.”
The two Autobots turn.
“Yeah, I think I might’ve run into a few of them,” Topside quips.
“Yes, I do believe a few thousand of such dissenters have been dogging us throughout our entire voyage,” Greasemonkey continues the joke.
“Well, I can live whenever. Unless you have a mission for me.”
King-Quan chuckled briefly, before nodding slightly. “Can’t doubt that.” He mentioned. “Though, Decepticon Engineering is surely top notch.” He said. “Either way, I can see goodness in them. After all, we were all united once.”
Thunderblast taps her chin.
“Well, I might have something you could do for me…” she says.
Greasemonkey nods.
“True, that,” he says. “Sometimes we forget that its only in the last five hundred years that we’ve been so intent on blowing each other to the Pit.”
Topside nods his head solemnly. The relatively brief duration of the Great War (by cybertronian standards) hadn’t escaped him. No; what struck him was just how much devastation had been wrought in those short centuries.
“Well… that all ends when we get the Lock put back together, I reckon,” says the captain. “That’s what this voyage is all bout, isn’t it?”
“Well don’t ask me, sir,” Greasemonkey jokes. “You’re the captain.”
Sidestep nodded, before exiting the bar and transforming, driving up to the bridge. [quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:5738, topic:49995”]
■■■■■■■■■■■■ shakes his head- slowly, perhaps so as to not shake Spectrum off.
“He isn’t here,” he informs the minicon.
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Spectrum nodded, then hopped off of ■■■■■■■■■■■■’s head, landing on the floor. She scanned the room for someone with an aerial alt mode.
Motherboard had one such alt-mode: a sleek, cybertronian reconnaissance drone.
Spectrum scanned Motherboard, then transformed into a miniature version of her drone form. She took off out of the bridge to find Pixel.
A brief conflict in Blight’s mind materialized itself with a squinted eye. “Oh. Interesting. I’m not exactly much of a fighter, however…”
Zepar and Epsilon comply.
Don’t worry, they know what they’re doing…I hope. Epsilon thought as he laid down.
“And that is?”
“I personally see potential in you, mister Blight. The potential to become a great Autobot warrior. Plus, it’s my way to say sorry.”
Blight scowled, though not out of bitterness. There was an argument playing through his mind. If he joined the club, he could be sacrificing the strict traditional morals he had upheld all these years, but- If he wanted, as his duty, to protect others, wouldn’t that include fighting for them? He looked to Pixel, who was busy playing Tetris with his own components.
“Alright,” he sighed. “I’ll do it. When does it start?” He scanned the invitation for more information.
“The invitation says three hours from now, however one almost passed so… Yeah. Just come to Hangar 12 as soon as you are ready. Oh, and one more thing: please ask miss Juliana to finish giving all of the other invitations. I would have done this instead of her, but I have to prepare the hangar and clean my armour.”
“Truthfully, yea, you’re right Topside.” King-Quan said. “This voyage is about us coming together and getting the Lock.” He mentions. “Sooner or later everyone would understand…I just hope it wouldn’t be too late.”