Cargo
“Oh,” Cargo says. His digital eyes squint. “That’s not… That didn’t used to be one of us, did it?”
Zip
“If you say so, I guess.” Zip shrugs. Ha, those fools! Now I know they’re wealthy, which means I can ask for more! Where’s Cargo?
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As Aralysa and Stonefist find themselves an open reading area, one of them might catch a glimpse of a peculiar human in a black hardsuit skulking about. He doesn’t seem to be on any particular errand as he meanders around the ring.
Headcase jolts as Kitai makes his entrance, apparently still spooked from what he had seen the night before.
“Oh! Oh, it’s you again,” he sighs. “Your name was Kitai, wasn’t it?”
Snowblind’s goggles would tell her that many of the patrons here this morning had integrated weapons systems- but that isn’t too rare in cybertronian society. At present, nobody seemed inclined to use one of their weapons, anyway.
Hearing his name being called, Maccadam walks out from behind the bar and over to where Conjoint was seated.
“How can I help?” he asks. “The drones aren’t spouting profanities again, are they? Every time I think I’ve fixed that little bug…”
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“Yeah… I need some advice: Who should i tell about it,y’know,me being what i am.”
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“sNRK”
“No, not that.” Conjoint chuckled, rubbing his face. “First, let me give you this. Should be exact.” He neatly placed the pile of what he owed on the counter.
“Now,” Conjoint leaned on the counter. “I specifically requested the strongest stuff present here, sir, and well… I’m completely sober. Not even remotely buzzed. I have a working theory on the cause, but, well, I figured I’d ask you first.” There was some level of resignation in his eyes.
“Maybe you’d have some idea. I haven’t exactly been immune to the stuff in the past.”
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“Hey, who’s that guy?” Stonefist asked Aralysa quietly. He jerked his metal thumb at the mysterious man. Aralysa sighed.
“It’s probably just a tourist, nobody important.” she replied distractedly, for she was occupied with reading some particularly fascinating history. This didn’t change Stonefist’s attitude, however. As unobtrusively as he could, the rocky bot slowly sidled over to where the man was standing, pretending to be distracted by the historical records as he did so.
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“Of course. That.” Headcase looks up to the ceiling, clearly a bit overwhelmed at the prospect of speaking with an honest-to-Primus quintesson.
“I’ve been wondering if I should tell anyone, to be honest,” he confesses. “Wherever there are quintessons, interstellar war has always been soon to follow. But you’ve been around for ages, and nothing’s happened. I can only assume that if you were the precursor to a new invasion, it’d have happened already.”
“You’re still sober after a glass of Gorlam Red?” Maccadam asks, his tone a mixture of awe and perhaps stark terror. “Friend, if you’re speaking the truth, I’ve got no idea that could be possible. Rampart of Bellator thought she could guzzle a mug of the stuff, and it put her in stasis lock for three days.”
Strangely, once the two took sight of the human and focused their attention on him, he was no longer anywhere to be seen. It was as if he’d disappeared into thin air…
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“Well yeah,but i’m not sure. If those memories are right… i’ve killed alot of people,and im not sure if people would be comfortable knowing a genocidal half quintesson was among them.”
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Disappointing. At any rate, this Maccadam’s place wasn’t half bad, and it had quite the diverse crowd. Barrage thought he might stick around and see if anything fun would happen.
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“Where’d he go?” Stonefist muttered bluntly. Aralysa did a double take, but reluctantly tore herself from the chronicles. She knew she had seen something. Stonefist grunted in irritation, and activated the sonar devices in his rocky armor to make sure he wasn’t just a hologram.
Conjoint’s face falls into a saddened smile.
“Well,” He sighed wearily, “I’ve only got myself to blame for that. Lovely place you have here, although I hope you’re not offended if I don’t return, much as I’d like to. This,” He lifted the glass and glared angrily at the bottom of it, “Was my last respite - only thing I had left.”
Setting it down gingerly, he turned to go. “Now the whole world’s upside-down.”
Two seconds later, the whole world was upside-down. Conjoint blinked repeatedly, eyeing his perspective curiously since the floor was now the ceiling, and his head was against it.
“Must’ve slipped on something.” He murmured. The moment he struggled back onto his rear, he placed one foot to get up and was again tasting the dust of Iacon tracked in by the many visitors.
Weird.
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Snowblind leans against the counter, watching Conjoint tumble with no shortage of confusion. She had no idea what was going on there. She leans forward to offer her hand, only for the bartender to beat her to it. Instead, she leans against the counter, once again content to let things play out in front of her.
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“Huh.”
Maccadam offers a hand to help Conjoint onto his feet. “Maybe the Gorlam Red took a bit more out of you than you thought?” he says.
Stonefist’s sonar reveals nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps what they’d seen was merely a trick of the light…
“We don’t know for certain if what we saw was real, remember,” Headcase reminds Kitai. “Our session ended rather abruptly before we could dig any further. I wouldn’t go calling yourself a killer just yet.”
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Machina made her way into the building, her direction drifting to the older sections of the Hall, looking for where the history of the Stagnation ended.
Argyros Asrar woke, finding himself near the statue of Asrar. He took off for the space ports, hoping that perhaps there was a slim chance that his father might be there.
Jade Dragon founds himself wandering the cybertronian streets, looking for a place to hone his practices.
Windstripe could be found near the edge of Iaxon. He was simply walking letting his thoughts wander with his feet.
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They nodded. “It was good meeting you. Perhaps we will cross paths again.”
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“Absolute nonsense.” Conjoint said from between his legs, struggling to right himself enough to actually pinpoint Maccadam’s hand. “I’ve been drunk enough to- well, do things that weren’t exactly legal, but that’s been years.” Yes, four years. “I think I’d know if- WHOA!”
Conjoint had almost gotten completely standing before his knees buckled and he did a five-second dance with one hand planted on Maccadam’s, trying desperately to not actually use the owner’s hand for leverage. That’d be just plain weird, and if there’s one thing Conjoint didn’t want as he struggled to maintain the slightest sense of balance, finally resorting to throwing his upper half on the seat he had just left to keep himself somewhat grounded, it was to appear weird to people.
“What in the world?” He looked with reproach at his legs; how dare they pull a stunt like this!
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“Do you want to?”
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“That’s odd.” Stonefist commented quietly. He was sure he had seen something; his optics were in good enough condition. Who - or what - was the strange man? Sighing, the rocky bot went back to where Aralysa was standing. She, too, was staring at the spot where the apparition had been. He shook his head.
“Nothing.” Stonefist replied. “Could’ve been a trick of the light.”
“Oh.” was Aralysa’s response, clearly disappointed that Stonefist’s scan had revealed no trace of the mystery man.
Barrage happened to notice Conjoint, and not knowing the context of the situation, it appeared quite weird.
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“No shame in it, friend,” Maccadam says to Conjoint. “Maybe you should sit a while longer.”
One of the Hall’s staff took notice of the two, and stopped by to check in with them.
“Good morning!” he greets them. “Is there anything I could help you two with?”
Inside the tower, clerks went about on various tasks- some were hard at work behind desks, while others escorted visitors to the lower floors. Machina could ask any one of these people for assistance. There were also holographic signs that could direct her to where Stagnation-era relics were kept.
At Iacon’s spaceport, Argyros Asrar sees a plethora of starships from a great many worlds. There are civilian transports from each of the cybertronian colonies, and diplomatic shuttles from Earth and Avalon Prime.
“‘Want to’, what?” Headcase asks. “Continue the procedure? I suppose we could, if you’re up to it.”
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“I’ll do it again.”
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