“You realize there are dedicated spaces on the ship for that, right?” the technician points out.
“I would ask you the same question,” Thunderblast says.
“Surely, you and your friends on the Salvation have been up to something over the course of the last month.”
Redstocker shrugged.
“I’ve been awaken for only like one day, so sorry. Now it’s too late already. I’ve already called them all here. Besides, I’ve already finished it. Do you like it?”
Redstocker pointed to the improvised arena. It was a fairly big structure, although not occupying too much space compared to the hangar as a whole. It also had three rounds of tribunes, that the other could stand on.
“Don’t worry, if you need any of those you can take them back.”
The technician shrugs.
“Nah, you’re good,” he decides.
"There gonna be a fight?"another chimes in. “Oh, good! 'Bout time something happened here.”
“Yeah, something similar. I’ve invited in a bunch of inexperienced fighters and a few more skilled ones. I just randomly choose two of them and put them to fight, so all of them can improve their skills and their fighting style. It’s just for fun, nothing trurly serious.”
“Well… When I first came in there was this whole drama between me and Gronius, my brother, on the subject of Broadwing, an ex-Decepticon that just wanted to be my friend. After that I pretty much entirely stayed locked into my lab, trying to make my combiner project. When I was not fighting, that is.”
King-Quan nods in response before he found himself talking again. “Say, how long till we get to the next Omega Key?” He asked. “I’ve been kind of slacking…so I need to show everyone what this bot is capable of.” He mentioned.
“Better than stacking energon cubes all day,” the technician says.
Greasemonkey turns and inspects a console beside him, his right eye narrowing as he reads the neocybex text scrolling across the panel.
“Assuming we’re not accosted by some new unforeseen calamity,” the cyborg says, “we should be arriving at our destination in an hour or two.”
“Or two?” Topside, not one for such ambiguity, repeats.
“The transwarp drive is somewhat temperamental, captain, as we’ve seen,” Greasemonkey offers as an excuse.
Thunderblast fights off another disappointed sigh.
“Very well,” he concedes. “I have my duties to attend to, Wildsong, so if that is all…”
He nodded.
Eventually the time would come for Delta, Alterion, Juliana (@ProfSrlojohn), Blight (@ToaNoah_Wafflemeister), Scorchlock (@MichaelBT-7474) and the ones who received invitations from Juliana (@Chromeharpoon I guess) to come to hangar XII.
She nodded.
King-Quan nods once again. “Very good.” He said before he smirked behind his faceplate. “A Decepticon would say ‘you Autobots tempered with the transwarp drive and ruined it!’” The fellow pacifistic bot continued with the joke they had earlier.
Scorchlock was already in Hangar 12
When he would arrive he would see the improvised arena made out of containers and fuel tanks. He would also see Redstocker standing at the very end of one of the tribunes, with the back turned to him.
The Wrecker walked towards Redstocker, when he got close enough he tapped Redstocker’s shoulder with his left hand. “I’m here…” He said with a neutral tone.
Redstocker being at a high above the ground twice bigger than Scorchlock’s, this wouldn’t be possible.
“I’m here!!” He rose his tone.
Redstocker turned around and looked down.
“Oh! You’re faster than the others.”
“Of course.” He crossed his arms. “When you are a Wrecker under Ultra Magnus, you are bond to always come earlier than expected.” He said. “Mister Shoulder Pads didn’t gave us any break if we missed our deadline…also Wrecker Fact…don’t call Ultra Magnus Mister Shoulder Pads when he’s around.” He mentioned.
OOC: Isn’t Ultra Magnus the leader of the Autobots in this universe, therefore he doesn’t really have anything to do with the Wreckers, at least not to the Prime/IDW level?
IC: “Wasn’t intending to, son.”
Scorchlock chuckled. “Good.”
He nodded.
“So you did this by yourself?” He asked, gesturing around the arena.
“Yeah, yeah. It was nothing. About an hour of constant work.”
Zepar and Epsilon-5 cautiously continue to test what they can and can’t do to manipulate their environment while in the Patch from making crude furniture to trying to access one another’s memories, with permission.