“Agreed.” He nodded.
“…Not that I’ve ever been incarcerated,” Thrift clarifies after a pause.
“…Rightfully… for an extended duration of time…”
Facelift nods as he draws his cannon completely.
“Well, then let’s get this kidnapping started!” he hisses quietly.
Many of the rugged-looking Decepticon patrons were eyeing Facelift dangerously now, on account of his weapon. Drawing a giant energy cannon in a bar full of ruthless soldiers of a tyrannical empire tended to have that effect.
Most NPCs on the bridge agree.
Seeing as the captains were talking to Wildsong, Flyby and Brakeswitch take the initiative and begin to set a course for the spaceport Corona had mentioned.
“Alright, I guess I’ll head leave you be. Let me know when you’re watching Deus.”
Actaeon played the part and unsheathed both his energon swords. His chest guns also ready to go.
@Chromeharpoon
“Hm…” she gives him an 'I don’t believe you’d stare with a raised eyebrow. (@Chromeharpoon )
“Please, disturb me anytime. I don’t have much to do when I’m not fighting.”
The three brothers stood in a corner on the bridge to watch in case help was needed, and they also had nothing to do.
Blight winced, but tried to ignore it.
Spectrum transformed and sidled up in front of Blight, leaning in so that her face was directly in front of his.
Blight peeked immediately before widening his eye and scrambling back, clutching to the wall as if someone had just opened an airlock.
“HI!” Spectrum greeted happily.
@ToaNoah_Wafflemeister
“I heard about her before but… I’m not familiar eith her. Wasn’t she dead?”
After a while Redstocker’s body finally goes through a recalibration and a self-diagnosis process.
Redstocker suddenly jolts to life, chocking.
Topside shakes his head.
“Missing,” he clarifies. “Vanished without a trace after leading some followers of hers to Junkion on some pilgrimage. Never found so much as a piece of any of 'em.”
The prison medic slowly turns, her face neutral, unsurprised.
“Good morning,” she deadpans. Her voice sounded somewhat hoarse, like a human’s might after shouting too much.
The prison medic frowns abd checks a watch built into her wrist.
“Afternoon, actually,” she corrects herself in the same flat tone. “Afternoon.”
“And what will be our next move?”
He continued coaghing, covering his healed wound with his hand.
Daria nods,
“Good to know…”
She stands silent before sitting down,
“Yeah… I can’t really think of too much that i need to be doing.”
She leans back resting,
“So I guess I’ll join you and rest for a while.”
“I Shant argue.” Gatecrasher said, and he crosses his legs back up and closes his eyes.
Bored, Gronius decided to visit Halfrunner’s shop.
Thrift shrugs.
“Well, how was I supposed to know that…” he begins to say, before his voice trials off.
“…Y’know, with the benefit of hindsight, I probably should’ve…” he realizes.
“Please put your weapons away, gentlemen,” Lurch sighs from behind the bar.
“The war has many fronts, but this place is not one of them.”
The majority of the patrons seemed perfectly willing to turn the Peace and Tyranny into a battlefield, however, if Facelift and Actaeon didn’t listen to the barkeep.
“We can take 'em,” Facelift dubiously claims, whispering to Actaeon.
“Only one available to us,” Topside asserts. “We pay the lady a visit.”
“And have our weapons ready in the likely event that it turns out to be a trap,” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ quips.
“A twenty-mile warship’s already intimidating enough to give any sane man pause, ■■■■■■■■■■■■,” Topside replies to his counterpart. “[I] Think it’s best we don’t appear like we’re looking for a fight.”
“Yeah, it might hurt for a bit,” the prison medic says to Redstocker as she drifts to another console.
“Just sit still and holler if you need me.”
“just spit it out.” She tells him.
“I’m sorry friend but I can’t do that.”
Actaeon says trying to pull off a southern accent.
“He needs your hand for something, and I’m the hired muscle.”
Actaeon says gesturing at Facelift.
He whispers to Facelift,
“I thought we were going to do this all quiet like.”
Daria’s face disappears pixelating into nothing. Her blank featureless head looked at the ceiling. She relaxed and laid there, seemingly resting.
Gatecrasher would not notice, as his eyes were closed. (@Jcton if want to keep going)
“My… hand?” Lurch repeats, confused. “Meaning…?”
“Now where’s the fun in that?” Facelift whispers back. “These guys are chumps; we can take 'em with our eyes closed!”
Just a quick glance at the other Decepticons in the room would cast some doubt upon the mad doctor’s assertion.
Thrift sighs and looks down at the bar.
“That, my friend, is a tale that would take the better part of a week to tell properly,” he says, “the basic lesson to be learned from it being that the quintesson’s definition of ‘trespassing’ is different than that of most civilized folk.”