Zepar begins to go through the capsules looking for any that stood out.
Spectrum tilts her head.
“h-h-hello.” She says, pulling her hand back and trying to poke the figure again.
Split chuckles. “Yup.”
He looked through the capsules as well, trying to help Zepar.
Spectrum’s hand passes through the figure’s body again. He chuckles softly, shaking his head.
“I am not like you, little one,” he says.
The two bring up a swath of holograms in their search, lighting up some of the dark spaces of the room with a pale blue glow that shines in contrast to the dim crimson from the star outside.
Two capsules each contained one half of the plans for a mighty warship the size of Salvation, bristling with weaponry.
There were blueprints for a series of weapons that utilized transwarp technology to erase their targets from existence, or collapse the fabric of reality around entire planets to crush them into atoms.
Desgins for astronomically massive machines, capable of moving stars and planets across the galaxy. There were plans for gargantuan space bridge gates anywhere from the size of a small island, to the size of a small moon.
There were great works of art that waited to make the jump from unrealized holographic images to physical structures. Statues of the Thirteen, of the Knights of Cybertron and grey-clad warriors with fearsome features, and a glittering band of jewels and hard light meant to wrap around Cybertron’s second moon, Artemis.
And there was yet more to find. More data capsules blinked invitingly at our heroes from the dark spaces of the room.
“W-why not?” Spectrum asks.
Split shook his head. "Something tells me we aren’t supposed to choose a warship.
“I… was once like you,” the figure replies. “But I made a… a terrible mistake, a long time ago. This is the price I pay for my actions.”
Spectrum flipped out a scanner. “C-C-can help?” She offered, raising her arm.
“That’s good and all,” Scorchlock mentioned, crossing his arms. “However, with what are we going to do it?” he asked.
Zepar took a deep breath, “We’re doing this so that Primus may live and all Cybertronian life may have a future to make their own.” He muttered.
He began looking for capsules that stood out but also aligned with the purpose of their mission…and related to his vision of a new Golden Age if they succeeded in this goal.
OOC: he’s basically looking for something Solus would make to help build up a new Golden Age, to bring lasting peace without the shedding of blood or removing any freedom from people. As Optimus said, “Freedom is the right of all sentient beings.”
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Topside watches as Split and Zepar race across the room, searching the data capsules.
“Looks like they’ve got an idea,” he says to Scorchlock.
Blueprints that might stand out to Zepar include designs for an artificial world in the shape of Solus Prime’s crest (incomplete), a suit of armor designed to be worn by humanoid organics, and a shell for the Matrix of Leadership’s core.
The ghost shakes his head.
“Focus your efforts on the ones you can save, little one,” he says. “No science in this universe can grant this old ghost rest.”
Zepar brings each of these out, “The power to make new worlds to call home, the symbol of Primus’s power and a gift to other races.” He said.
He lingered on the blueprints for the artificial planet.
The ring-world was meant to be built around a star, drawing power from its EM radiation. People would live on the ring’s interior, in a mostly natural environment tended to by automated systems built into the superstructure.
Notes from whoever had designed the ring-world indicated that the project had been rejected by their superiors, as the designer could not think of a way to enable their creation to produce energon, or sustain Wells of Sparks.
Spectrum frowned. “W-w-why?”
“It is… difficult to explain,” the ghost says. “I am a relic of the past, little one; do not waste your efforts on me when there’s still time to save your future.”
Spectrum puts, folding away her scanner.
“N-no f-f-fair.” She says, kicking at the ground.
“Perhaps it isn’t,” the ghost replies, “but that is the way of it.”
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Zepar examines the Matrix casing blueprint and then at the suit for a human.
The inner part of the shell was meant to close around the Matrix’s core, so that its light would only shine through thirteen holes of varying size in its multifaceted surface. The front half of this part of the shell was a gleaming silver with a web-like pattern of gold inlays, while the other half was black. The equator of the inner shell was lined with tiny silver studs- locks, probably- and two ornate white-and-gold handles extended out from either side of the orb.
The suit could theoretically fit any species similar in shape to a human, but it was clearly designed for the people of Earth first and foremost. It seemed to have been made for interstellar exploration, with vacuum seals, small oxygen canisters in its sides, jets in the back and calves, and specs for a climate control system. It was intricate in design; beneath sloping green-grey plates on the suits legs, shoulders, chest, and pelvis was a bronze-colored undersuit with interlocking ring-shaped patterns in its construction. Between these rings ran sinewy conduits that the hologram illuminated in a dim white glow. A circular plate in the middle of the suit’s chest had the phrase “til all are one” written around the crest of the Knights of Cybertron in cyberglyphics and an early form of English.
Zepar looked between the two, silently praying for guidance from Primus.
Starchaser, Broadwing, and Pipebomb all split up and picked up a random capsule. Curious to see what each contained.
Primus offers little in the way of a response- nothing obvious, at least. Perhaps the blueprints that Pipebomb, Starchaser, and Broadwing could be worth a look.
Starchaser finds a capsule with designs for another Matrix shell, with an elliptical frame filled in by V-shaped segments, that tapered down into a curved horn on either end.
Pipebomb discovers schematics for a machine that could synthesize Energon from solar radiation.
Broadwing picks a capsule containing plans for a new model of Knights of Cybertron cruiser vessels.