“For the time being I’m just tired of both lives, so I came to get a little drink and hopefully forget my issue for a short time.”
Actaeon heads off looking for a quick way out, so he could inspect the structure.
Daria heads onto the bridge making her down it.
Spectrum walks over, picks up his arm, and pokes Pixel with it.
“C0m3 on-on-on!” She chirped.
If she was paying attention, she may have noticed Blight quietly pacing across his room, muttering with only the trace of a voice mad ramblings.
Pixel leaps up, his eyes swirling in a daze. “Wheeeere 2?”
Spectrum shrugged.
“D-d-d-d-d-d-dunno!” She stuttered.
Alterion made a few steps back, waiting for the medic to heal Topside.
He took a sip form the glass. “Ah. Excellent. Thank you ma’am.” He says with a nod of gratitude. “If I may, I would inquire at you name.”
As Juliana walked by, finally free of the crowds she hears an odd mumble. “Is that Blight?” She wondered. She knocked on the door. “B-blight? Is that you?” She asks.
Forcep gets to work on mending Topside’s wounds. The Autobot captain remained conscious throughout the procedure.
“Something I can help you with?” Topside asks, noting how Alterion seemed to be waiting for something.
“You are in no condition to help anyone but yourself,” Forcep quips. “A few seconds longer, and you’d’ve been in stasis lock.”
“Shame,” Topside fires back with equal wit. “A power nap sounds great right about now.”
The device looked seamless- at any rate, Epsilon didn’t have the necessary tools to properly dismantle the scanner.
“Now that, I can help ya with,” Halfrunner quips with a laugh.
The closest exit out of Salvation would be Hangar Thirty.
The bridge was lined with statues of cybertronian knights, standing at around average height. Through the rust and overgrowth, they all bore gold armor and were modeled after the same four knights. One bearing an ancient cybertronian jet mode, accented by a light blue color; another a feminine beast-former whose draconic wings folded across her chest and midsection, accented by green; an ornately-armored Knight with clockwork detailing on his armor, accented by violet; and a knight with a sleek land-based alt-mode, accented by red. The might have looked familiar to Daria; our heroes had seen statues of these particular knights frequently over the course of their voyage.
Overhead, Thrift’s ship, the Gambler, soars out of the hangar, its engines coughing and sputtering. The junkion was following the crowd, it seemed.
Zepar wouldn’t be able to glean such information from a mere glance. However, he could see the control tower that Gatecrasher had wandered into earlier by the shore.
“Barkeep,” the, uh… barkeep says.
“No, really. I’m not joking. I even transform into an engex distillery.”
“Fascinating. I understand why you run this sort of establishment.” He looks around a bit. “So, how long have you been here?”
Driftburn smiles, transforming back into Scrapshot and dryly comments,
“I wonder how much energex I can take.”
He drinks the glass of energex.
Actaeon transforms and flies off for hangar thirty.
Daria transforms into her truck mode and races after the Gambler.
“Well, any lock can be picked, just need to find something to pick at.” Epsilon muttered as he tested for moving parts he could pry off.
Zepar went down to the control tower.
“Going on seven thousand years,” Barkeep says.
“E-excuse me?” a pilgrim, bearing three yellow eyes and sky-blue armor asks, trying to grab onto Zepar’s shoulder to get his attention.
When Epsilon touched the scanner, a thin, barely visible needle shoots out of the cylinder.
“I say this to everybody: less than you think,” Halfrunner advises.
Acateon would notice that Thrift had left his usual spot on the seventh refueling pad.
Thrift was flying above the pilgrim’s town, looking for a good spot to land.
Blight jumps awake, looking like he had just been attacked by a phantom. “Oh, goodness, I’m sorry! Wait, Pixel- I mean, his friend, wasn’t lying? You are better?”
Pixel frowns and begins following the crowd again @meepinater.
Spectrum follows Pixel closely, not wanting to lose him again.
“No small span. Why did you come here? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Yep! Spectrum fixed me right up! I just need to make sure not to exert myself!” She spun around, “How do i look?” She asked.
Epsilon tries to jam the needle’s compartment with a bullet.
Zepar turns to the pilgrim, “Can I help you?” He asks.
“Just waiting for you, sir.”
Scrapshot nods and empties his glass,
“I guess I’ll just see how much I’ll take.”
Actaeon continues flying, aiming to fly out of the hangar
Daria looks for a clearing, or a easy way to enter the structure.
“Spectacular, for someone who was just shot,” remarked Blight, still shaken.
“Thank you!” She said with giggle. Then she noticed his somewhat disturbed state. “A-are you okay?” She asked.
Barkeep shrugs.
“All of us followed Corona here,” she tells Gatecrasher. “She said she’d had another one of her ‘visions’ and that we all needed to leave Cybertron to ‘await salvation’. I didn’t think she was being so literal, though.”
“I hope so,” the bot says. “I’m looking for a bot named Sidewinder; he’s been missing all day. You seen him?”
“Any particular reason as to why?” Topside asks.
“Surely you’ve got something better to do than get yourself drunk, don’t you?” Halfrunner asks.
There were many ways inside the spaceport’s towers- doors, jagged holes in the walls, windows…
The bullet was much too large to jam the needle, unfortunately.