“We probably will,” Salvage tells Oreo. “These kind of things always start out as a simple milk run until the next thing you know, you’re fighting Nemesis Prime in Unicron’s sparkchamber and the fate of the whole cybertronian race hangs in the balance. It’s always something whenever the secrets of the old Primes are concerned.”
The Junkion scrutinizes LD-L1’s appearance. He wasn’t exactly easy to miss in a crowd, and he sure looked like somebody whom Axis would know.
“You sure look like one of those guys from the Excalibur mission,” she says, voicing her thoughts. “All tall, dark, and ominous, and whatnot. Alright, take her- but you bring her back with so much as a scratch, I’ll… I’ll be a little miffed.”
“No problem,” Riveter says to Ivory. “It’s about time I found a use for her- most folks don’t need something with that much power just to get around the planet. She’s a little old, but she’s nimble and a resilient little thing. Her first pilot won the lunar relay with her.”
The ship in question is a dart-shaped vehicle over in a nearby hangar, with a bright-red hull adorned with electric-blue racing stripes. The cockpit is cramped, with little space left for the pilot and controls after stuffing it full of inertial dampening and artificial gravity systems, shock-absorbing gel packs, and emergency repair equipment.