Aralysa, Stonefist, and Machina wouldn’t find themselves at just any old tavern: they’d all come to none other than Maccadam’s Old Oil House, the oldest establishment of its kind in cybertronian history. Legend says that Maccadam himself was once a student of Alchemist Prime, who unlocked the secret to immortality- but honestly, most people only cared that he was a phenomenal bartender, however old he may or may not be. The bot himself was working overtime to keep today’s influx of patrons supplied with spirits.
“I’ve had busier,” Maccadam said jovially. “Though I must say, it’s been a long time since I’ve served organic patrons; hopefully I’m not too out-of-practice.”
The fans greatly appreciated Firestorm for humoring them so. Fortunately, they were well-behaved as well, keeping away from transtector while he mingled with the humans.
Niko’s newfound fans erupted into applause. Some even offered him money.
The bot at the other end of the desk was an orange and white fellow, with some kind of construction vehicle for an alt-mode, if his armor was anything to go by. He smiled as the robot approached, and said:
“Well, hey there! What can I help you with?”
Cargo, Zipline, and Kitai would eventually find their mnemosurgeon: a Doctor Headcase of Cybertron, working out of an office in one of the old gargantuan towers that constituted Iacon’s superstructure. Beside the door to his office, a holographic panel displayed his medical license- which seemed to be legitimate.
Other people came to admire the monument, pointing excitedly at the heroes they recognized, and reading the biographical information on the ones they didn’t. A couple of them looked from the statue of Asrar to Argyros, noticing a vague resemblance between the two.