Well,i suppose i should head to head cases office now. Kitai said,departing from the museum,heading in the direction. @Chromeharpoon
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At least here on Cybertron. I’d bet you’d find a lot more wild fans on some of the other worlds.
“Then how about a fun bet? If you win, I’ll make you something.” Roaster says with a pleasant smile to hide her scheme.
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“What is the bet and what would happen if I were to lose?” Firestorm asks, “I like to know these things before I consider taking a bet.”
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“How many more squealers will you get before we leave this museum? I’m betting five. If you lose…I don’t know, you can give whatever wager you want.” Roaster says with a shrug.
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Rather than walk, Conjoint instead wheels slowly along, pretending to take in the sights and sounds of the journey.
That was a close one. Be ready to book it if he tries to turn you in, though.
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“We’ll be sure to!” Aralysa calls back as her and Stonefist head towards the Insecticon display.
“Ah, this looks quite interesting.” Aralysa remarked as she looked over the exhibit. Stonefist gave an unimpressed grunt, but despite the sound the rocky bot still looked at the displayed information with interest, having never learned about Insecticons before.
Thinking for a moment, XM-333 exited the ship.
"Think you could get into contact with them again?
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The journey to Burthov takes Conjoint and Tokamak across the rolling metal hills that lie outside Iacon, surrounding the Well of All Sparks. It takes the two perhaps a little over an hour to reach the enormous spaceport. Burthov sprawls across the plains, roaring with activity as starships come and go. Its buildings lack the ornate décor and overabundance of gold and silver of Iacon, instead bearing more modern architectural styles.
Headcase’s office was open today, but the doctor is currently seeing another patient.
By nature, many insecticons remake their surrounding environments to better suit them. They ingest all known forms of matter and use what they consume to build their immense hives, and also to build bodies for new insecticons. This does not make them an inherent threat, however- insecticons have existed since the beginning of our people’s history, and have coexisted with other cybertronian life-forms for ages. The Decepticons would often modify insecticons to serve as war beasts, however, outfitting them with weapons and heightening their aggression.
“Not here,” the combiner says. “Not aboard a military ship. But there are places we could go to get in touch.”
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I never, ever thought I’d miss the architectural cesspool that is Junkion, but here I am.
Conjoint wheeled through the hills, occasionally slowing and almost losing Tokamak so he could dip down one of the larger hills. The spare arm had been securely fitted and Conjoint was nearly through formatting the main energon lines.
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“That’s intriguing.” Stonefist commented as he read the information about Insecticons on the display. “Never knew much of this. But then I never really knew anything about Insecticons in the first place.”
“Right. Well, thanks for the parts. I better be on my way.”
Nova said. After everything was paid for Maximus helped gather up the parts, and the two walked outside. Once Nova was back in her mech, she looked up at the predacon with a quizzical and suspicious expression.
“Okay, what’s your deal?”
Nova asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean why are you being so nice to me? The first thing I did when we met was threaten you. Now all of the sudden you’re sticking up for me and paying for my parts. I mean I appreciate it and all, but it’s really weird. What’s your motive? What are you trying to get here?”
Maximus shrugged.
“I’m not trying to get anything, honest. In part, I felt bad for breaking your mech. Yeah I meant to hit you, but I wasn’t trying to take your head off. And on top of that, well I just had a feeling you could use it.”
Nova looked at him with confused suspicion. Unable to understand how someone could be this selfless without wanting anything in return.
“Yeah, well… thanks I guess.”
She said awkwardly.
“So, is there anything else you need help with?”
The predacon asked.
“Well I still need a place to actually do the repairs. Preferably somewhere quiet and private.”
Maximus smiled.
“Well I got the perfect place. See I live at this place called the Primal Basilica, and it is huge. I’m sure we’ll be able to find an open workshop for you to work in.”
“Thanks again.”
Nova replied. Still not entirely sure how to handle Maximus’ abundant generosity. With that the two went to the Primal Basilica, and Maximus looked around for an unoccupied workshop for Nova.
“Fascinating.”
Axis said as she looked over the images. No matter how long she’s been Prime, she always found the angelcons and their unique practices to be captivating.
Low-Tide raised a curious eyebrow.
“Sorry dude. Not sure what you’re talking about.”
“Wicked.”
Niko said to himself as he read over the War Giant’s summary. Powerful lyrics about a gigantic warrior built to be a tide turning hero already percolated in his mind.
Though through his aimless wanderings through the Great War exhibits, he just happened walk past the insecticon’s stasis pod as it began to fail.
@keiththelegokid
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Seraphicon opens the journal to the last entry and shows it to Axis:
“As I feel my own Spark finally begin to fade, I know that the future Corona spoke of has begun to come to pass: a second Golden Age. My life has been long and filled with all manner of times of ease and hardship. To the crew of Excalibur-EX, I thank you for the hope and aid you gave to Salvation in that void. And if a Prime reads this, it sets my Spark at greater peace knowing that noble legacy has been reignited and ask you not try to bear the burden of your duty alone and let your friends lend their strength to aid you. By the time you find this journal, I will have long retired to my final rest and join my friends in the Allspark. I have no regrets and now depart this life to begin the next chapter beyond the veil of death. Til all are one.”
The image on the device showed Zepar aged and almost crumbling, the years held at bay by the Dark Cybermatter now taking their toll because of Unicron’s death, as he has a content smile on his face.
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“I think the most we’d see is three or four more.” Firestorm says, “if I lose the bet, I get to tell you a little secret.”
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Tokamak doesn’t really notice Conjoint potentially trying to loose him. He just assumes that he’s still drunk or just slow, most outside of Velocitron were painfully slow. So he occasionally would stop and just wait for Conjoint to catch up before picking up the pace again.
When they reach the spaceport, he looks for whatever building would be for repair services. Asking bots around for directions if it isn’t obvious.
“Ooh, juicy. Deal!” Roaster grins and puts out a hand to shake on it before her head spins around. Noticing Niko and others have moved, she quickly moves to grab Firestorm’s hand and give a single pump.
“Come on, we’re getting left behind.” She espouses and moves to catch up with the others by the Insecticon section.
“What do we got here? Oh the bugs! I’ve constructed plenty of crawlers in my time.”
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Firestorm follows.
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Slowly the pod’s fiberglass pod began to be pressed out of place as the mantis form inside twitched and began to push out at the container’s screen.
Swiftly, with no real warning to the casual observer, the casing clattered to the floor, thus releasing the occupant. The Inseciticon Mantis gave a long gasp mandibles chittering as she looked about at her new surroundings in a befuddling mix of confusion and mild fear as she glanced around.
Then she transformed. Her shell twisted inwards as the insecticon’s legs bent backward or folded in to reveal a more humanoid form. The head twisted, mandibles twisted inwards and the large multifaceted eye’s folded back like a visor to reveal a more normal face.
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Kitai patiently waits for headcase to be done.
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Stonefist stared as the pod deactivated and the thought-dead Insecticon came to.
“It’s alive!” was all that he managed to say, and then he readied his fists and shifted into a battle stance. Next to him, his companion Aralysa was similarly surprised, and took out her energy saber, but did not activate it yet.
“Are you ok?” the purple and blue armored bot blurted as the Insecticon revived.
The spaceport workers kindly direct Tokamak and Conjoint to the repair yard- a section of the complex consisting of multiple hangars outfitted with specialized tools and staffed by skilled technicians. At least, this is where civilian spacecraft are sent for repairs; Burthov has many docks reserved for military vessels, but these sections are off-limits to those without proper clearance.
@keiththelegokid A cybertronian transport sets down in an empty docking cradle in Burthov, connecting its airlocks to egress ramps that branch out from the cradle’s struts. The vessel’s passengers- a medley of beings from all across the galaxy- begin to disembark.
Maximus is allowed into the Basilica without much trouble, though the Knights and Angelicons do give Nova some puzzled looks as the predacon takes her into sections of the building not normally open to the public. There is no shortage of rooms that Nova could set up shop in to repair her mech.
Some visitors had begun to approach Firestorm, but they stopped short when one of the supposedly-inactive stasis pods breaks open and disgorges an insecticon. Most of the bots nearby stand back, frozen, unsure of what to do.
An hour later, Headcase’s patient leaves, and the doctor sees Kitai waiting by the entrance.
“You again,” he observes. “Back so soon?”
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Conjoint folded his arms to pretend his not moving his hand or fingers was intentional. The repair yard was a little piece of home away from home; pieces of ships in different states, being welded, taken apart, or slapped back together. The smell of burning metal in an enclosed space was invigorating to Conjoint, and only then did he realized how weird of a thing that was.
Keep it to yourself, Conjoint. Don’t want people thinking you’re weird.
“I imagine it’s going to be difficult to track down the ship of one human amongst all this mess.” Conjoint nearly gestured with his arm before catching himself. “Also I should probably stop wheeling sideways before somebody asks questions, like ‘how come you can individually transform and utilize your feet without doing anything else’. Is that a thing for other people too, or is it just me?”
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“Heh. Yeah. So, somebody else knows what i partially am, and to them it doesn’t seem that big of a deal.”
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