“Not really… once Craig died, there wasn’t really a reason to go back…”
“I do not recall anything of the sort. Unless you count deaths by my own hand. In which case the number is quite substantial.”
“Well, I have that problem. It seems like every person I get to know well seems to die a mysterious death, or worse yet, disappear entirely, and I have no idea why!”
OOC: note, I hope you’re up to date on the DJD.
Fortress was silent for a moment, before taking a nervous step back.
“That is indeed concerning.”
OOC: Wait the DJD are here?!
“That’s an understatement… I eventually just quarantined myself for the saftey of others.”
“Hopefully you will,” the guard agrees.
“Don’t let me keep you,” Forcep says with a shrug of his shoulders. “Just let me know if there are any adverse affects; we’re in uncharted territory with this stuff.”
Zepar just shrugged as he went to help with moving the artifacts.
“Such a precaution may seem necessary, but you could just as likely be falling into superstition.”
“Indeed.”
Breig said.
“Though, I must ask. Do you know who exactly would know the length of my sentence here?”
“Indeed noble physician. I will alert you to any anomalies.”
Broadwing said with a nod. With that he transformed and flew off back to Shockwave’s lab. He returned to robot mode and knocked hard on the door.
“Hear me twisted man of science! Step forth from your chambers so that you may face me!”
The voice would be unrecognizable to Shockwave. Though it sounded remarkably confident and well spoken.
“Tell that when you’ve watched friends die right in front of you in completely unrelated incidents, all accidents, and you’re the only common element”
“Yeah…” sighed Blight. “I get it.” He bowed his head and pinched his arm, imagining it being organic and… squishy. Sounded gross.
Two objects might catch Zepar’s eye among the new treasures: an energon repair ray mod for his attack drone, and a cryogenic freeze ray mod for Shadowraker’s guns.
“That’d be Tailspin,” the guard says. “She’s this ward’s doctor, so she knows what’s up with everybody in here.”
Shockwave emerges from his laboratory, looking as emotionless as ever.
“Broadwing,” he says. “It appears you have finally obtained the enhanced body that you have long desired.”
He smiles as he takes them and makes a note to look into installing them onto the drone and on Shadowraker, with her consent.
“That is a difficult point to argue, I will admit.”
“Could you fetch her then? I would like to speak to her.”
“Indeed. But just because I am cured of my afflictions, does not mean our business is done. Were I a lesser man I would try to slay you here and now. But I recognize the value you posses to further our mission. Heed my words cyclops. When this quest reaches its end, you will fall by my hand.”
He said sternly.
“Why did you pinch your arm?” She asked, completely missing his discomfort.
“Now you see my problem! I’m cursed, and there’s nothing to be done about it!”
Sprocket continues to log the artifacts, giving each one a cursory look over as he did so. Some were taken to Salvo for further analysis.
The guard departs, and would likely return shortly with Tailspin in towe.
Shockwave stares back at Broadwing, his expression unreadable (not helped by the static nature of his face), and his posture stiff as always.
“Noted,” he says calmly after a pause.
“Perhaps we could put these fears to the test.”
Fortress suggested.
Brieg waited patiently.
“Good. I’m glad to see we have an understanding. Now if you don’t mind, I have other business to attend to.”
With that he transformed and flew off, looking for Thrift.
“And how do you propose we do that?”
“Stay by my side for an extended time. I’ve been known to be difficult to kill. If this curse of yours is real, it will have to try much harder to enforce itself.”
“H*** no! I’m not being responsible for another death!”
The guard returns, with Tailspin following beside her.
“Alright, what’s wrong? Where’s it hurt?” she sighs.
Thrift was back in hangar thirty, his usual hangout since this voyage started. He rests against his custom-built ship upon a Christmas-laden refueling pad, turning one of his many curios over in his hand.