“I’ve never actually been on the bridge. Been too busy.”
Flyby shrugs.
“It’s not too remarkable. Typical Fleetcarrier bridge layout, just Autobot-ified a little.”
“Three additional weapons stations were also added during the DFC Invincible’s reconstruction into the CFC Salvation,” Motherboard chimes in.
“Thank you madame Know it all.” He quips back.
“The biggest ship I’ve been in was a Conquest class. my old strike ship the Infiltrator”
Motherboard responds with a subtle nod.
“Conquest, you say?” Flyby says. “I’ve flown a few of those, myself.”
“Fly like a dream don’t they? Even if the impulse engines are a bit finicky.”
Blight scuttled to his door to spy.
Flyby nods.
“Yeah. Y’know they say the V4’s fixed that, but if you ask me, they’re just the V3-2’s with some shinier parts.”
Blight would see an alarming sight: an Autobot and a Decepticon brawling in the hall outside. The Autobot tosses the Decepticon into the ceiling, and when he falls back down, both combatants draw blasters.
“Never been in the newer models. The Infiltrator was a V1, and never got upgraded to the newer benchmark”
“Really?” Flyby says. “I didn’t realize there were any V1’s still flying.”
“she still would be, but near the end of the war, she went down during a ground assault. Some insane Autobot decided a suicide attacke would take us out. He was right.”
“You guys wanna take a break from killing each other to tell me what’s going on, or do you want it left to interpretation?” Blight drones sleepily.
Flyby sighs.
“Ah, what a shame.”
@BlackBeltGamer98 Walking away from Wildsong, Topside approaches Zepar. His expression is solemn.
The two bots turn their heads simultaneously. A shaft of orange sunlight shines through a rectangular viewport behind them.
“This slag-licker’s had it comin’ for a while now,” the Autobot growls, pointing his weapon at the Decepticon.
“As if your spark is somehow more pure than mine,” the Decepticon calmly retorts. “Five hundred years of war’s made sinners of us all, my friend.”
“Don’t! Call me that!” the Autobot barks, the barrel of his gun lighting up.
“What is it?” Zepar asked, concerned for Topside.
“We don’t need to wait, you know?” Song told Topside before he could leave. She caught him with her four arms and then swooped a few hundreds of metres in the air.
“Here nobody can hear us. Anyway, I have a… wish/offer/request.”
@Chromeharpoon
“Zepar,” he says carefully, “when we find a place to land Sal-”
He is cut off as Wildsong abducts him. The Autobot captain cries out, and- more out of a knee-jerk reaction than anything- deploys an energon sword from his forearm.
“Put. Me. Down.”
“Wow! Calm down! Didn’t meant to scare you.”
She put him down, a few metres away by the rest of the group.
“Simply a habit, m’am,” Topside says curtly, retracting his sword and beginning to traverse the crags back to the group, the fog-covered valley far below.
“Last five hundred years, if somebody grabbed me and hauled me off into the air, it usually wasn’t to have a nice chat.”
“Yeah… Uhm… Can we quickly discuss my request now?”
“Back on the ship,” Topside insists. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I was in the middle of making a request of my own to Zepar before I was interrupted.”
“Yes… Yes… Sorry.” Song said, half embarassed and half saddened.