“Well then, looks like we’ve reached our stop!”
Brieg said eagerly as he stood up, and waited for Shockwave to follow.
“So it would seem,” Shatterpoint affirms. “In our last battle, general Strika was also sporting a miniaturized warp cannon.”
Shockwave picks up his equipment and motions for Breig to lead the way.
Zepar growls again, “No doubt the forced Shockwave to develop it for them.”
Breig walks out of the train, and looks around for where he should go.
“Yes, most likely,” Shatterpoint agrees.
Once Breig left the transit station, he could figure out the way to the Conflux easily enough.
“Hm. I wonder how that happened.” Thrust replied. “What should we do now?”
“Pfft, I think we could handle a mutiny.” SideStep smirked. “I mean, those nutjob triplets took out Lockdown’s ship all by themselves. How many crazy whack-a-doodles like them would it take to stop a mutiny?”
None of the other crewmates in the hall had any suggestions. Many shrug their shoulders and shake their heads.
“Yeah, I saw the Death’s Head go down.” Topside smirked, too. “Must’ve been a serious blow to Lockdown’s pride, getting it handed to him like that.”
Thrust sighed. “Alright. I guess we should check on the assassin.”
The three brothers transformed into jet mode and took off, flying towards the cargo bay where the assassin was located.
“I bet he’ll want to get back at them for that.”
Once Brieg got his bearings, he turned towards the direction of the Conflux and confidently walked off.
When the Splitter brothers arrived on the scene, they’d find Topside, Shatterpoint, Pipebomb, Zepar, and SideStep standing around a stasis pod, in which Switchblade was held.
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“Oh yeah,” Topside agrees. “Wreck a bot’s ship, and he’ll move mountains to get some payback.”
Shockwaved followed. The Conflux was in much the same condition as when Breig had last seen it, with the ex-New Decepticon guards lazily standing around the chamber as the ancient machinery turned and filled the empty space with its maps and diagrams.
Brieg eyed the guards suspiciously as he walked past, but said nothing. He walked inside and laid out the tools he brought.
“So. How is this going to work?”
He asked.
A console rose from the center of the floating platform in the Conflux, with a scanning tool built into a plinth behind its control panel.
Brieg walked over to the terminal and looked to Shockwave.
“Bring the chamber here. I believe this is what we need.”
Shockwave sets the cloning chamber and the two Cortical Psychic Patch machines down by the terminal. He looks around the room at the holo-map around them, its edges flickering and displaying fragments of corrupted data.
“Fascinating,” he remarks. “The Ancients learned so much about our galaxy in such a relatively short timespan.”
“Indeed.”
Brieg said, only really paying half attention, as he looked for how to activate the scanner.
The controls for the scanner were very intuitive; the apparatus needed to make physical contact with the object the operator wanted to scan.
Breig grabbed his hyperevolution chamber and tried to move it. He had a significantly harder time then Shockwave did. This thing was as big as he was after all. But he did manage to push it enough to tough it with the scanner terminal.
Automatically, the scanner activates, rising from the plinth and casting a web of orange light over the tank. The machine emits a chime and the lights turn green, and the hyperevolution chamber vanishes in a flash of light.
“What!?”
Brieg shouted in great distress.
“What did it do?! That was my life’s work!”
“To my admittedly limited understanding of how this machine works,” Shockwave says, “it dismantles and incorporates what it scans into the Salvation. How it accomplishes this yet eludes me.”
A blue hologram of Salvation appears above the main console, with the science wing highlighted in green. A line of text reveals that five hyperevolution tanks had been added in Sprocket and Grommet’s lab.
“Woah!”
Grommet jumps back in surprise as the far wall of his end of the laboraotry suddenly splits open, disgorging five tall, empty canisters with glass sides and black tubes that begin plugging themselves into sockets in the walls and ceiling.