Garand carefully lands the ship to the doors faced the vault entrance and opens the doors the moment they’re stable on the pad.
Thrift looks out at the ruined exterior of the vault, it’s twisted spires of metal poking out of the mountainside.
“Whew,” he whistles. “This place’s seen better days. Wonder what happened here…”
Zepar, Garand and Epsilon step out and begin examining the vault door.
“Time, the recent battle, someone trying to get in?” Zepar said with a shrug.
Thrift shrugs as well.
“Maybe they built it like this on purpose,” he wonders. “Y’know, for the aesthetic!”
The three shrug as they try to find some kind of way to open the vault (such as a keypad, console, keyhole, lever or a latch).
“Think it needs an Omega Key?” Epsilon asks.
Broadwing said nothing.
It could have been worse.
One of his claws began to tremble. Haunting memories came back to him. Things that he had tried his best to forget.
Epsilon’s answer comes in the form of green lights flashing to life on the edges of the vault door, as exterior lights visible on Salvation do the same. The locks on the vault door click and slide apart, and the door opens to reveal a dark corridor beyond that slowly fills with a dim light.
Facelift and Tailspin continue to bicker. The two seemed to know each other.
“Well, it seems my business here is done,” Facelift huffs. “It was a pleasure seeing you again, Tailspin.”
“I’d say the same, but we’d both know that’d be a lie,” Tailspin deadpans.
“And we both know you’re terrible at that!” Facelift agrees as he turns to leave.
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Zepar, Epsilon and Garand enter the hallway, flashlights on and weapons on standby.
Zepar waves to the others to follow them.(@Chromeharpoon)
“If I leave… Can you contact me… When she wakes up?”
He asked the prison medic.
Thrift and the technicians follow after Zepar. Before the group, a hologram of Hyperbora materializes within the aperture of the open door.
"You have proven yourselves worthy of the Omega Key, and the treasures stored within this vault," she proclaims in ancient. She sweeps a hand behind her, down the hallway.
"Great technologies and mighty weapons await inside. May they help you on your journey."
Tailspin nods.
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Zepar and Garand nod respectfully to the hologram as they direct the team to follow them farther into the vault.
“Thank… You”
Broadwing replied. He left the medical station and made his way back into the maintenance tunnels.
He wandered through the empty halls, looking for something. A haunting memory. A mistake he needed to confront.
In time, he found what he was looking for. A body. A familiar orange and yellow dragon bot. His optics dark and lifeless. A large and jagged hole was in his chest, right where his spark chamber was. Lines of dried energon falling from it.
“Friend… I’m sorry…”
Was all he could bring himself to say.
SideStep rubbed his chin.
“Motherboard, can we set up a hidden camera to monitor the spy’s nests?”
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OOC: turn your volume up for this one; it’s a little quiet until the last few seconds.
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The destruction on the outside of the vault continued into the corridor. Hills of dark earth covered the rusted metal floor, and rocks and tree roots burst from the ornate walls, wrapping around warped columns and statues of kneeling knights. Some of the statues had been ripped apart, their swords strewn about the floor. The lights in the ceiling flickered faintly.
The corridor branched off into a network of halls, their walls lined with large circular portholes sealed with ornate doors that stubbornly resisted the vines’ attempt to pull them open.
“Affirmative, crewman SideStep,” Motherboard replies.
“Great, thanks.”
SideStep exits the nest and makes his way toward Caedia’s location.
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Pixel nodded and looked around. “P=p-p=play?”
Zepar and Garand instruct the team to, with care and caution, try to open the various portholes, map out the complex and gather and record what they find.
“Y-yes! S-s-sure!” Spectrum replied cheerily.
Thrift instantly starts pulling at one of the portholes’ covers, while the other technicians begin to search for active consoles to access. One finds a terminal sticking out of a mound of dirt with a flickering hologram displaying quivering above its pitted surface.
Caedia would be halfway back to her hab suite, arms crossed.
“YaYY!” Pixel laughed and began speeding towards the hangar.