The junkion was babbling complete nonsense in a flat monotone voice.
All the while he was completely slack and motionless.
Fortress was pacing around in his cargo hanger. He decided that since he would be spending so much time here, he should look around. See everything there is around him in the vast room.
“Excuse me!”
Breig shouted from the bars of his cell.
“Is there a guard I can talk to?”
Broadwing and Torchwing had moved into the engines chamber. Broadwing had moved his new nest to a lower and more well lit area, to make things more comfortable for his new friend. She was still struggling with the realization of what she had done. So she ways laying in the nest. Broadwing by her side, doing his best to comfort her.
Thrift points to the burning wreckage of the vault in reply.
Hangar two was one of Salvation’s larger hangar bays, with a high ceiling and cavernous interior that was largely empty. Salvation hadn’t been given many fightercraft or gunships, unlike other Fleetcarriers. At the time, it had been assumed she wouldn’t need them.
Stacks of energon cubes littered the square refueling pads, and lengths of hoses and cables ran below them, as engineers of both factions wandered about.
The guard had yet to reach this cell block, still patrolling another part of the brig.
“What?” a small New Decepticon obnoxiously cackles from the adjacent cell. “You too good to for our company, pal?”
The towering giant walked over to one of the engineers. Hoping to strike up a conversation.
“As a matter of fact I am!”
Brieg spat back.
“I am a man of science. Dignified! Respected! Important! I don’t deserve to be locked away with such criminal filth!”
“Do not be alarmed.”
He said, raising his hands somewhat, to show that he meant no harm.
“I merely wish to speak.”
“What would you know.”
Brieg spat.
“We’re trying to save our planet! Meanwhile you happened to join the side actively trying to prevent that very goal!”
“So, uh… that explosion just now…” he continues, rubbing the back of his head. “Hope everybody down on that mountain’s okay.”
“Hey, we ain’t trynna prevent nothin’!” the New Decepticon retorts. “We’re trynna save Cybertron an’ all the other colonies same as you think you’re doing. You guys’ve got the wrong idea on how to save it, is what.”
“The enemy is on the run, so it could not be an attack. I’m sure it was by our own intention. In which case, appropriate measures and precautions were more than likely applied.”
“Oh really? And just what is the ‘right way’ to save our home? Hm?”
Brieg asked. Sounding rather uppity about it all.
“Hope so,” he says. It was at this moment that Topside happened to enter the hangar, looking out to the burning vault outside the aperture.
“…I’ll alert Forcep,” he sighs.
The New Decepticon smiles. He was a spindly bot with a motorbike alt-mode, crimson armor, and a mouth filled with sharp teeth.
“Bludgeon spells it out for all of us,” he explains. “You guys- Ultra Magnus, Megatron, your captains, you- you just wanna get the world back to the way it was. That ain’t good enough. The whole reason we got where we are now- with the Big Guy on life support and all our planets literally dying- was ‘cause the world was frakked up, ya feel me? We do things your way, Autobots and Decepticons are gonna go right back to blowin’ each other to bits, and we’ll be right back where we started.”
“Can’t a bot have a look around his own ship?” Topside jokes.
“Oh, and I heard that explosion down there,” he says more seriously, pointing down at the vault.
As the cargo hauler returns, Topside’s attention is momentarily diverted to it.
“Truth hurts, pal,” the New Decepticon says with a shrug. “Only way to really fix everything is completely overhaul the system. No Autobots, no Decepticons- scrap, maybe no New Decepticons afterward, neither, I dunno; nobody ever tells me nothin’.”
“A new guy wanted to blow something up.” He says, “Don’t worry, no people or artifacts were lost. But we may want to destroy the mountain to ensure whatever tech remains there cannot be misused by the Heretics.”
