Salvation glides over the endless seas of Omega, patches of crimson and violet line washing over her hull from two ravines flanking her on either side. Evening was now giving away to night on this part of the planet, and the last remnants of the orange sun could be seen dipping below the horizon, behind a massive, irregularly-shaped landmass marbled with a spiderweb-like pattern of immense canyons that threw towering walls of stark white light up into the sky. Smaller ravines within and around the web glowed with the violet, vermilion, verdant, and cyan lights that our heroes had already seen in abundance throughout Omega. The curtains of light shone brightly in the approaching night, working with the hundreds of stars emerging in the clear sky to produce an ambiance that some might find beautiful.
The coordinates provided by Sidewinder were leading Salvation toward two smaller islands up ahead: slim, crescent-shaped landmasses taken up largely by sheer, rocky cliffs adorned with techno-organic foliage and ancient cybertronian machinery, caked with rust and grime, jutting from the stone.
The Autobot jerks his thumb back to the infirmary.
“I think he’s good,” he says.
Zepar would see Grommet and SideStep standing in the midst of a field of darkness marbled with tiny, photorealistic depictions of stars, planets, and other stellar bodies, along with strings of cyberglyphic text.
The text mostly consisted of coordinates and verses from The Covenant of Primus. Zepar might notice that some strings at the flickering and frayed edges of the map seemed fragmented, incomplete. What any of these had once meant to say was a mystery that Sprocket, try as he might, had yet to solve.
“You shouldn’t say that…since you don’t know the full story.”
Actaeon lets out a concerned sigh,
“Anyways we wanted to put a mug in every bots hand…”
Gesturing at Facelift,
“Tho he wanted to replace said hands with a mug, and have a giant toast.”
Daria sighs,
“It’s not a huge issue, I never told you the whole thing, so I shouldn’t expect you to know the entire thing. It’s more of a common courtesy not to assume someone’s past.”