Epsilon seemed amused, Maybe we should take a leaf from the Junkions’ book… he thought.
Topside starts descending the newly-formed stairs, drawing his sword from over his shoulder as he did so. He wasn’t taking any chances.
Spectrum hopped up on Topside’s shoulder as he walked down the staircase.
Split followed the group, shifting his plates into a shield on his arm.
Starchaser, Pipebomb, and Broadwing Follow. Falling in behind Split.
Zepar, Garand and Epsilon cautiously follow the captain.
“Staircases, huh? Pretty low-tech, but maybe it’s for atmosphere,” Topside mumbles.
As our heroes descend through the porthole and round another bend in the stairway, they are met with a breathtaking view of the red giant star outside. The new room they had entered was round, like the one they had just exited, but its walls only wrapped around half the floor. An invisible shield was all that stood between our heroes and the void, allowing a swath of crimson light to paint over the elegant designs in the floor- such as the crest of Solus Prime at the bottom of the stairs, in the center of the room.
Topside lowers his sword, as no enemies or defenses presented themselves. Aside from the unfiltered sunlight pouring in from the ancient star, the room had but a few rectangular fixtures built into the slender silver column the stairway wrapped around, which barely glowed a dim pink. Much of room’s perimeter was draped in shadow, with pinpricks of sky-blue artificial light twinkling within the darkness like the stars outside.
Three crescent-shaped tables with transparent surfaces surrounded the mosaics on the floor, which depicted long arcs and interconnected spheres arranged in a puzzling array that might’ve once had meaning to the transformers who built this place, but their significance was gone now- only the cyberglyphic equations and cryptic footnotes along the thin bands of silver were left to hint at what it all could be. The tables were littered with tools and pieces of various machines- abandoned projects of an unknown creator- and purple-hued capsules each ringed with white light in their middle.
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“So, if this place is for Solus Prime, I guess our job is to make something?”
Starchaser suggested.
Zepar sends his CLUTCH drone to get some data for the ship and on the Omega Lock (how to protect it, assemble it and ensure that Bludgeon cannot use it) and some data on Predacons (may as well give them a shot at bringing them back into Cybertronian society)
Zepar begins examining the various items in the room, the capsules in particular.
Garand begins to read the equations and formulas (I presume they’re in Ancient)
Epsilon just meanders around trying to make sense of it all.
Scorchlock and King-Quan were at ease, as they witnessed a beautiful sight. Their guards were lowered, as there was no enemy to face like the last time. Both of them looked at each other, wondering what to do now before they looked forward. Glancing at the others, probably they had some sort of ideas.
The drone doesn’t have much in the way of storage space, but it is able to download a few files relevant to the Omega Lock. The library’s AI even helps out by translating it into neocybex.
“Possible,” replies Topside to Starchaser. “That was her MO, after all.”
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The formulas detailed in the floor were beyond Garand’s understanding: an awe-inspiring, if baffling melding of science and mysticism that even Shockwave wouldn’t comprehend.
The capsules revealed themselves to be data storage devices upon a closer inspection. If Zepar touches one, its ring of light would flash, and a hologram of the schematics of a massive dreadnought would appear above it.
OOC: so sorry for my inactivity today!
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Zepar examines each capsule closely as he has the CLUTCH drone make as many trips as needed to get the desired data, downloading the data from the drone onto a storage drive he had on him.
Garand tries to make some level of sense of the writing.
Epsilon examines the various tools.
OOC: No worries, Chrome; we all get busy with life.
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The drone is able to download a few files on Predacon physiology. Shockwave might be able to use this with the cloning equipment he and Brieg had recently developed.
As for Zepar, he’d find that there were a great many capsules scattered around the new room, and each one he activated displayed blueprints for a unique weapon, starship, or a great work of art. There were swords, blasters, stealth fighters, memorials, and more.
The writing made frequent references to various “cycles”, from the more scientific (like the states of matter and the life cycle of stars) to the more philosophical (the human myth of the phoenix was mentioned once, among themes of life, death, and rebirth).
The tools were older and more advanced versions of common equipment that one could find in Salvo’s workshop, or scattered around a hangar bay by a careless technician. They were all worn with great age; like everything else in this fortress, they’d been here a long, long time.
Zepar continued this process and then asked the AI what the rules regarding the capsules were. He had his eyes on the defensive stuff (Shields, security systems, etc.) and medical equipment in particular.
The AI doesn’t reply; this part of the trial was beyond its jurisdiction. However, Zepar and the rest of our heroes might notice a tall gate built into the wall, with an ornate white and gold design and a port built into its center, large enough to fit one of the capsules.
Among the desgins Zepar inspects are schematics for a suit of adaptive body armor, and shield that could form a battering ram for a wielder with an automobile alt-mode.
Zepar looks at the door, examining it for clues.
Spectrum ran into the room, looking around curiously, Sparkles following behind.
Split enters the room as well, inspecting the gate.
ooc: ;-; I’m really bad at checking this, aren’t I
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There was writing on the gate- in modern cybertronian, surprisingly.
Choose one, it read, and choose well.
Spectrum might catch sight of a dark silhouette in a dark part of the room, barely visible against the blackness. Veins of dark red light ran along the figure’s body, the same color as his two narrow eyes, which barely illuminated the sharp, powerful features of his armor.
Split glanced at Zepar.
“Do you suppose it means the pod things?” He asked. @BlackBeltGamer98
Spectrum crept up to the figure and poked it.
Zepar nods, “Probably,” he said, “but we need to find our proverbial needle in the haystack.”
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Spectrum’s hand sinks into the figure’s ankle, as if he wasn’t there. The mystery man takes a step back, and lowers himself onto one knee. Aside from his eyes, his face was hidden in shadow.
“Hello, little one,” he says in a quiet, weary voice.