Starchaser gently scratches the top of its head.
“Aww. Thank you. I’d be happy to keep you with me little guy. Do you have a name?”
The insecticon emits a singular clicking sound.
“So… Click then? I like it.”
She said with a smile.
Meanwhile, in the engine room.
“Look out below!”
Creid the familiar voice of a troublesome scientist.
A huge twisted mass of scrap and garbage came plummeting down from the cavernous ceiling above. It crashed into the ground, not too far from where Greasemonkey was, and shattered into hundreds of pieces.
Click chirps happily in reply.
Greasemonkey flinches away from the falling debris.
“Confound it, Breig!” he sighs. “Now is hardly the time.”
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“Well it was great meeting you.”
Starchaser said to the queen, giving a respectful bow.
“I’ll be sure to come here often.”
With that she turned and started walking towards the exit.
The autobot zebra decends from the ceiling on a tether cable, connected to a large device in his hand.
“I do apologize. You see, I was looking around in the upper levels in here, hoping to find some spare parts, when I come across this big thing made out of old scrap metal. It was just sitting there. It looked like someone had made it, but I couldn’t possibly fathom why. So I thought I’d do you a favor and get rid of it for you.”
He touched down on the ground, and then pulled a trigger inside thd device. Causing the cable spool inside to wind up rappidly. Drawing the harpoon at the other end back into the firing mechanism.
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SideStep frowned again and walked past Scorchlock, following the Splitter brothers into the lift.
They took the lift down.
@Chromeharpoon
A great rumbling sound is heard as Arthropoda rises from her perch. Around her, the insecticon warriors assume their beast modes.
“For toooooo long have we lurked in Saaalvation’s bowels, while the crew have fought and died for our people’s survival,” she declares. “We shall leeeead our hive in this battle, peeeeersonallyyyyyy…”
“Oh…” Greasemonkey reacts, realizing just what this mess used to be.
“Oh, that was… yes, I suppose it is rather useless now…”
@MichaelBT-7474 @BlackBeltGamer98 @ValkyriePrimal @meepinater @ProfSrlojohn
The sun was just beginning to dawn upon the eastern hemisphere of OL-2-C, its first rays falling upon the grassy hills, lush treetops, and the greebly bits of ancient machinery poking from the massive geoglyphs carved into the landscape. As the sun rises, so falls the planet’s pale blue moon in turn…
…Though just as it begins to sink below the horizon, many of our heroes could witness a bright flash of light flare behind its crest, just for a moment, before disappearing into the sky. The tell-tale sign of warp fields bursting as the ships within them arrived upon their destination…
■■■■■■■■■■■■ could be found just outside the fortress.
On the colony ship, Topside and Broadband stare up at the ominous omen upon the horizon.
“I guess it’s too much to hope that was just a trick of the light?” the comms officer groans, dread creeping into her spark.
“I’m afraid hope ain’t done much for us this voyage,” Topside replies grimly.
“Tell the others to wrap their scavenger hunt up; take what we can and get back to Salvation.”
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OOC: Do we have the Key from the fortress and the stuff we need from the vault and Colony Ship?
IC: Epsilon stopped at a window and saw the trails, “Guys, we got company; they caught up.” He said on the comlink to anyone he could reach.
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Spectrum, who was outside the fortress, looked up at the sky.
“Ooooooooooo…” she said, the flash of light reflecting off of her body. [quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:7497, topic:49995”]
■■■■■■■■■■■■ could be found just outside the fortress.
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The four Decepticons approached their captain, Thrust holding out the Key.
“Here you go.”
Lightshift glanced at the sky.
“Just in time, too. Looks like Bludgeon found us.”
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■■■■■■■■■■■■ frowns as he looks at the Blue Omega Key.
“Where’s the other one?” he asks. “You’ve found it by now, haven’t you?”
Epsilon immediately proceeds to search every nook and cranny he could as fast as possible for anything that would be of use, of need and not a good idea to let Bludgeon get. “Hey, mysterious dude?” He calls, “The bad guys caught up!”
OOC: Joke: how many Perception checks and Investigation checks do you want me to roll for and are they at Advantage, Disadvantage or just a regular roll?
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Surpised by the sudden call to action, Starchaser didn’t know what to say. She hardly realized that there would be any kind of fight so soon. Though when reflecting on recent details, it seemed obvous now.
“Well… Good luck then. I’ll be sure to cover your back.”
She said, giving a salute.
With that, Starchaser ran out of the hive and made her way back to the hanger.
“I hope you don’t mind speed little guy.”
She said to Click, opening the vehicle cockpit hatch on her chest.
“Because you’re about to get a whole lot of it.”
“Though now I realize I’ve made quite the mess myself. If you wish I could help pick this up.”
Treadquake looked up at the sky and smiled.
“Alright. Now this is where the fun begins.”
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“…there’s another one?” Thrust asked, dismayed.
Click chirps excitedly as he secures himself in the cockpit.
OOC: transferring control of the little guy to you now. He’s got a blaster in his horn and a drill.
IC:
A shrieking alarm from the consoles behind Greasemonkey draws the cyborg’s attention. Grieving for Broadwing, and disposing of the mess, would have to come later.
“D*mmit!” he hissess, glaring at whatever it was the holo-screens were reporting.
“Alright, grease stains!” Salvo barks to the gaggle of Autobots, Decepticons, and neutrals around her. “Looks like our good friends just showed up to wish us good morning!”
“Oh, I’m gonna get so many new parts from this!” Facelift squeals with glee.
“I have the greatest one-liner to give to Bludgeon right now!” Thrift proclaims. “On a related note, does anybody have a giant red scissor blade? Anybody? No…? Come on guys, help a junkion out, will ya?”
“Oh, no…” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ sighs, realizing that he may have just made a crucial error in communication.
Nearby was the fellow doctor, Forcep of Paradon.
“So it begins again…” he sighs in dismay.
OOC: going off your rolls…
IC:
Epsilon finds a storeroom holding shelves of bronze canisters. In them were droplets of energon suspended by antigravity- CNA samples from a wide variety of mechanimals, some of them undoubtedly impossible to find in the Imperium of Cybertron today.
As Epsilon turns the corner, there, suddenly, was the cloaked figure.
“Take what you need,” he says gravely. “And quickly. Your allies will need you.”
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“Got it.” Eps takes a few of each kind of item and a couple schematics before double checking his inventory, “I hope I got enough helpful stuff.” He said, “Thanks, mister.”
King-Quan covered his optics with his hand, thus protecting him from the sudden bright light before it disappeared. And as it disappeared, multiple ships appeared in the distance. “They’re here,” King-Quan said as he took his blade which he thrusted into the ground, as he circled with it in motion, the air cutting underneath the energy blade. He was ready.
Meanwhile, Scorchlock was inside the Fortress as he roamed around trying to be useful as he searched the place.
Optimus Prime nods, his eyes shimmering through the cloth over his face.
“Til all are one, my friend,” he says, wishing Epsilon and his companions luck.
Above King-Quan, the massive turrets adorning Salvation’s fins whir as they face the horizon.
Swords and dismantled, humanoid automatons littered the dirt beneath Scorchlock’s feet; he’d just missed one heck of a battle, it seemed.
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Starchaser closes the hatch and changes to her space fighter mode, blasting out of the ship. She raced skyward, being the first line of defense. She looked for anything to target. Fighters, dropships, anything she could take down from the air. All the while playing her favorite song.
“What the hell is going on?”
Breig said, now very afraid.
Treadquake reverted his arms back to normal, and got out his Shotgun. The tense feeling in the air. The decepticons on the horizon. It all brought him back to the good old days of the war. This was going to be a battle worth remembering.
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King-Quan stood still as he watched the events unfold. Waiting for his moment. His optics were mostly searching for Bludgeon and his group of scums.
“Huh.” Scorclock kicked the pile of humanoid automatons out of his way as he walked. “I see.” He muttered as he continued to roam inside the Fortress, there must have been something for him to do.
Epsilon nods, “Same to you.” He said before heading out to join the others at the fortress.
Zeapr and Garand began preparing for battle as they didn’t have the next Key and the last two trials were combat oriented. Zepar was also tending to the wounds and damage his CLUTCH Drone and Shadowraker had sustained in the previous battles.