Salvation: Part II

Thrift turns his attention to Gronius.

“Hey there… person…” the junkion greets the Autobot.


“Yeah,” Topside says. “Corona. Gets visions from Primus, apparently. Might’ve predicted the Great War. Vanished without a trace seven millennia ago… y’know, just the sort of person we’d run into, huh?”


A tall bot with green and black armor steps out from the shadows. He was broad-shouldered, wore a red visor over his orange optics, and had a plate covering the lower half of his face. He was also quite literally made of several different heavy weapons- this was not entirely unusual, what with him being a weaponizer-type cybetronian.

“Hey,” he replies in a gruff voice, giving Gatecrasher a short wave hello with his right hand.

“Hello sir. I’ve come to browse your wares. Any particularly interesting items?”

“Gronius.”

“Wait, Corona?

“I like to think so,” says the weaponizer. “You lookin’ for anything specific?”


Gronius!” Thrift echoes. “Nice seeing you this evening!”


Topside nods.

“So I’ve been told.”

“Cannon equipment and upgrades. Thermal sleeves, Bore evacuators, HESH rounds, those sort of things.”

He nodded, smirking a little, before turning to the new surroundings.
“What is this place?”

“I thought she was just a legend!”

The weaponizer nods.

“Hm. I think I have some muzzle brakes I can install for those cannons on your back,” he says, pointing to the cannons in question.


Thrift shrugs.

“Looks like a spaceport, I guess,” he says. “I’ve visited some ruins like these before.”


Topside nods again.

“Well, we all thought the Omega Lock was a myth until five years ago too, right?”

He nodded.
“Shall we?”

“That… Yeah, you have a point. I’d like to accompany you in these negotiations with Corona, if the presence of an Autobot general doesn’t bother you.”

“That would be excellent.”

“Certainly!” Thrift affirms.

“Let’s go do… whatever it is we’re supposed to be doing…”


“Not at all,” Topside says. “Some company besides my… counterpart would be welcome.”


The weaponizer nods, and motions for Gatecrasher to follow him so that he could get the upgrades installed.

He follows.

“Scout?” he said, shrugging.

He nodded as he followed Topside.

Very quickly, the weaponizer installs a muzzle break in each of Gatecrasher’s two cannons. The operation was swift and relatively painless, and the next time he found himself utilizing said cannons, Gatecrasher would find their recoil noticeably reduced.

“That outta do it,” the weaponizer says, stepping away. “I’d put that at a hundred-fifty shanix, for the cost.”


“Uh… sure!” Thrift says. “Let’s go a-scouting!”


Topside meets ■■■■■■■■■■■■ at an airlock.

“Company?” the Decepticon captain reacts, gesturing to Alterion.

“Yeah,” Topside replies with a shrug.

“Hm. So long as he keeps quiet, I suppose it won’t be too much of a problem,” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ says.

He nodded and started approaching the spaceport.

Alterion frowned.

Gatecrasher pulls out his wad, and hands him the designated cost.

“I think the last thing I need right now,” he debates, “is to be drunk.”

Thrift follows. Salvation hangs miles above the pilgrims’ city, suspended by the massive docking cradle the spaceport had formed around her. Platforms and towers rise from the cliffs, most of them seemingly inactive. One, however- possibly the control tower, judging from its size- showed signs of life in the form of glowing blue conduits and lights in some of its windows.


“Well come on then,” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ says to the two. “Let’s not keep the hack waiting.”

The Decepticon transforms to vehicle mode and drives out onto the bridge outside the airlock.

“Decepticons, huh?” Topside quips to Alterion, before assuming his own vehicle mode and following ■■■■■■■■■■■■.


The weaponizer counts the shanix, and upon determining it to be the right amount, nods his head.

“A pleasure,” he says to Gatecrasher.

Gronius pointed to the tower, before turning to dragon mode and taking off to it.

Alterion sighed, before turning to his retro steampunk-ish plane mode and followed them.

“I can get you some without the effect” She tells him.


“The pleasure is all mine.” He said, an the strode out of the shop, heading for the control tower to investigate Lady Corona.

“Oh,” he shrugs. “I guess so.”