“To be sure that the captain of my faction stays safe and sound.”
Gatecrasher chuckled. “I guess so.”
“Last I saw him, he was inside the ship.” Zepar said to the pilgrim, “If I may be so bold, why did you ask about him?”
Epsilon growls a bit and tries to give Shockwave a call. Yeah, the guy wasn’t the most humane scientist but he knew his stuff and it wouldn’t hurt to ask him what this stabby thing was.
OOC: GTG; work.
Topside smirks good-naturedly and chuckles.
“I appreciate your concern,” he says.
“Yes, but unfortunately concern alone doesn’t seal tears in your anterior torso strut,” Forcep grumbles. “Or replenish your severely depleted energon supply…”
“>Sigh<, and I appreciate your skill and experience as well, doc,” Topside adds.
“That makes one,” Forcep quips. “Out of thousand.”
Barkeep nods.
“Yeah. Kinda on-the-nose, don’t you think?”
“He’s been gone all day and I-” the bot begins, before stopping.
“Well, it’s his job to track the titans, and when he didn’t report back on time, I was-… is he alright?”
“Remain at your current location,” Shockwave commands. “I will arrive shortly.”
“That it is.” He says with a chuckle. “So, an locations of interest around here? Stores, parks, nature preserves?” He asks.
“If by titan, you mean the island-sized jelly that we had to terminate because it tried to shred our ship and send its drones to drain our Energon, then yes; we found him at one and he’s in the ship and on the mend.” Zepar said
Epsilon nods, “Don’t worry, I’m staying put.” He replied.
Alterion left the room, waiting at its entrace.
Barkeep provides a few locations that might be worth a visit:
-Lady Corona made her home in the spaceport’s control tower, along with her most devoted followers. The spaceport itself had been largely left alone, and had never been fully explored.
-A weaponizer named Transistor sold weapons and equipment on the far side of the village. A lot of it might have been seven millennia out of date, but some of his inventory might still be useful.
-There were other ancient cybertronian ruins submerged under the sea all around the two islands the spaceport occupied; the spaceport had once been part of a larger facility. Those could possibly be worth a look.
“Oh, thank Primus!” the bot sighs gratefully. “Is it possible for me to go see him?”
Half an hour later, Shockwave rumbles onto the scene in his tank mode. He stops and transforms back into his hulking, intimidating robot form.
A short while later, Topside, fully repaired, leaves the med-bay. So does Sidewinder.
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Flyby taps at the controls at his station, and Salvation’s engines shut off, rumbling as the blue-purple lights within them fade away. The docking cradle around her groans as it now supports her full, immense weight, but it holds.
By the thousands, the Fleetcarrier’s crew was leaving the ship- a drive for some fresh air and a change of scenery being the primary motivation for many, along with orders to clear the ship of non-essential personnel so that Salvation’s much-needed repairs could begin. The pilgrims in the starship village would welcome them warmly.
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“Thank you ma’am. I trust Shanix still pass for currency here?” He asked.
“I, uh, I think,” he mutters. “I mean, you got shot, which wasn’t fun, and now there are two Pixels, but other than that, I’m great!” His eye twitched, showing that he probably still wasn’t fine overall.
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“Need me for anything, sir?”
Gronius, in his dragon mode, flew out of a hangar to explore the surroundings.
Epsilon turned to greet Shockwave, “It’s just here.” He said, putting his hand near the device so the needle deployed but didn’t contact his hand. “There’s some sort of needle that springs out when someone gets close enough; I tried to crack it open but there doesn’t seem to be any sort of seam to start from.”
“Look for individuals with a medic emblem on them and I’m sure they’ll help you find Sidewinder.” Zepar said to the pilgrim.
The Splitter brothers stared out the bridge, watching the many cybertronians leave the ship.
“Let’s see if this place has a bar or something.” Lightshift told his brothers. “I could use a drink.”
Thrust and Vigor nodded in agreement, and the three left the bridge.
SideStep found himself wandering the village mindlessly.
Barkeep nods.
“Yup,” she says.
“Thank you,” the bot says gratefully.
SideStep might see Thrift setting his ship down on the beach nearby.
Below Gronius, along the shores of the two islands, was a small city built from repurposed starships, inhabited by the pilgrims that Corona, the prophet, had apparently led to this planet. Thrift’s ship could be seen landing on a strip of sand, and ancient cybertronian ruins jutted from the sea all around the spaceport.
Much of the bridge crew appeared to have the same idea, and followed them out.
Topside shakes his head.
“Can’t say I do, at the moment,” he says.
“Dismantling the scanner will require a more deft touch,” Shockwave says, recognizing the device for what it was.
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Gronius swooped to Thrift’s ship.
He nodded.
The Gambler’s cockpit opens, and Thrift hops out onto the sand. The junkiom makes a show of stretching his limbs for a moment.
“Nice to get outta that hangar for a while,” he says to himself.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Topside says, “I reckon I have a prophet to talk to…”
She notices this twitch. “I’m not sure that your okay. Come on, I’ll take you to Halfrunner and we’ll fix you up.” I think a glass of fresh energex is what you need." She says.
He slides a few over to her, and leaves the bar, looking for the shop she mentioned.
The shop in question was built from what was once an old cargo hauler. The cargo bay doors had been removed, and the bay beyond had been converted into a storeroom lined with shelves containing weapons and miscellaneous pieces of equipment.
Gronius landed and transformed next to him.
“Prophet?”
gatecrasher enters the main entrance. “Hello?” he asked.