Salvage continues to run the Puslar through her pre-flight protocols, familiarizing himself with her controls while he does so. The Astran yacht has a few more bells and whistles than the old shipwrecks he and Bootleg used to renovate on Junkion.
“Triple-redundant inertial dampening… modular A-grav system… variable mood lighting? Huh. Neat.”
Meanwhile, in the cargo hold, Overgrowth curiously inspects the two mechs that Niko and Nova have left within the room. Before the Reunification, many inhabitants from the Prime Colonies had been unaware that humanity had long-since evolved into an interstellar species, and her duties as a peacekeeper have kept her from familiarizing herself with all of human-kind’s advancements.
“Most intriguing contraptions, these are,” she says, taking special note of the mechs’ weapons. “The biped appears to bear some unorthodox modifications.”
“That one is a mass-produced model used by many armed powers,” Beta Maxx tells her. “It’s not uncommon for them to be personalized by their pilots. Another expression of the human disinclination toward conformity, I think.”
Overgrowth puts a hand to her chin and nods, accepting this as a reasonable assumption. “And the quadruped?” she asks.
“A variation of a mikesu combat mech, I believe,” Beta tells her. “Though I’m not quite sure why a musician would need such a vehicle.”
“Perhaps mikesu concerts are that intense,” Overgrowth speculates. “They’d get on well with the Junkions, if so.”
Beta chuckles. “The Knights were once much less reserved in the ways of merrymaking, you know,” he says. “After Unicron’s first death, the ensuing celebration in Iacon only concluded when-… well, let me just say that the Primal Basilica was once somewhat larger than it is today.”