Thunderblast nods in return, before shifting her attention to the crewmen on the bridge.
Greasemonkey rests his hands on his cane.
“And I would say to that Decepticon: ‘I’m the one who made the transwarp drive, thank you’,” he says wryly.
The simulation attempts to construct these memories with varying degrees of success: it could create more exact (but still incomplete) recreations of more recent memories, but older ones, from maybe a month back onward, it struggled to simulate.
“So I get that my ship is ready?”
“Impressive.” He nods.
King-Quan nods.
“Thanks.”
“It will be by the time you get to the hangar,” Thunderblast predicts.
Greasemonkey turns around to look at the aforementioned transwarp drive- the immense cylindrical machine branching off Salvation’s main reactor, adorned honeycomb-patterned conduits that glowed white and a pair of spinning rings that crackled with electricity.
“Truly a marvel,” he compliments his work. “If I may be so vain, sirs. Of course, one slip-up and we’re all irradiated dust drifting through three different dimensions. Or we tear the fabric of reality asunder and cause a myriad of parallel realities to intersect and sow chaos throughout the multiverse…”
“…Lovely, Greasemonkey, thank you,” Topside quips, hoping that the old cyborg would prevent such mishaps from occurring.
@ToaNoah_Wafflemeister Spectrum entered the Antillian Sunrise.
Lightshift commed Gronius. “Do you still need our help?”
@Toa_Vladin
SideStep entered the bridge and approached ■■■■■■■■■■■■.
“What needs to be done?” he asked the captain. “I’m bored and not sure what to do.”
@Chromeharpoon
“That makes all of us!” Breakswitch quips from the navigation console. “I thought a galaxy-spanning relationship to find ancient relics and save the life of a god would be more exciting!”
“If you want an assignment, soldier, you’ll have it,” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ says. “Motherboard has been leading efforts to locate any more hideouts of Bludgeon’s spy, like the one your friends found in the main hangar.”
“I have identified several locations where such hideouts could have been placed during the CFC Salvation’s construction,” the first officer announces. On her visor, the blueprints of Salvation materialize, with several spaces highlighted in green.
“So you want me to check 'em out? I can do that.”
She nodded, before leaving the bridge and heading towards the said hangar.
“Oh, yeah! Sure! I am just looking for the others that I have to search. Maybe you three can help me with that, as if if you see them you tell them to contact me?” Gronius asked, genuinely exhausted by the searching.
Motherboard nods.
“I am sending you a map marked with locations of interest to your onboard computer,” she informs SideStep.
In the hangar, a transport was preparing to take off. Brainpan could be seen heckling a group of troopers as they load her equipment into the transport’s cargo bay. The troopers, for their part, gingerly handle the homemade equipment and tanks of disfigured projects.
Song approached Brainpan.
Sidestep nodded. “Thanks.”
“Alright. Who are you looking for?”
“So aside for you three, this Epsilon and Delta, which Zepar and I talked to, I still want to try to convince Alterion, Redstocker, Broadwing, Scattershot and Shockwave. And before you ask, yes: Shockwave.”
The Splitters might have walked past Alterion not too much time ago, who was heading towards hangar XII.
“Okay. We’ll split up and grab them.” Lightshift said. “We’ll let you know when we’ve got them.”
He turned to his brothers.
“Thrust, you take Shockwave and Scattershot. I’ll take Alterion and Redstocker, while Vigor you can take Broadwing.”
The two brothers nodded.
“Thanks.”
King-Quan had his arms crossed to his chest, as he chuckled to himself, shaking his head at the two.
“So…” Scorchlock was tagging his hip with his left arm. “How long till this gets started?” He asked.
“Well we obviously have to wait for the others.” Redstocker said as Delta and Alterion entered the hangar.
Brainpan spots Wildsong out of the corner of her crimson eye, and turns around to face her.
“Hi!” he shouts, the coils on her head emitting a burst of electric-blue sparks. “Nice seeing you again!”
Motherboard nods again.
Blight had since left the bar, but Pixel was oblivious to the world. His game of Tetris had evolved into an all-out war as his left leg accused his head of cheating.
Blight stood awkwardly, unnerved among the crowd.
Spectrum spotted Pixel and skipped over, making happy noises.
“H-h-h3llo!”
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i want to pick up Pixel and hug him, he’s too adorable.