Nova nodded, visibly a bit relieved.
“Alright then. So what do you wanna know?”
She asked.
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“I was curious about your mech,” Overgrowth replies. “Are you the one who modified it so?”
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“Dude, you have got to visit sometime. Sure the locals can be a bit hostile, but they’re not all too bad. And the views are breathtaking. Like, you haven’t lived until you’ve seen a sunset on Eukaris.”
Low-Tide eagerly replied.
Nova firmly placed her hands on her hips and put on a proud and confident smile.
“As a matter of fact I am!”
She said proudly.
"The machine you see here used to be just a standard issue Orion class combat mech. A mass produced piece of military hardware commonly deployed within the Neo Germanic Alliance. They’ve got plenty of firepower, and are durable enough. But they also aren’t all too maneuverable. All together they’re better than any grunt suit you’ll see, but nowhere near as fancy or well equipped as the custom rigs commanders get to have.
"But now, she’s my Gungnir. My pride and joy. I’ve tricked her out with a full body custom paint job, a new primary engine to give her some extra muscle, tuned up her sensor array and navigation system, gave her an improved motor and servo package for better input response, reflexes, and more fluid movement. I tweaked the main cannons to make them more energy efficient, installed a personalized heads up display in the cockpit, put in an adjustable voice filter for the external speakers, and replaced the old drive seat with something way more comfortable. And I even built in a deployable drill in each arm, able to fold out and replace either hand with just the pull of a level. And on top of all that, I’ve been thinking about getting her a spear. Only problem is 1, I’m not sure where I’d get a spear that big. And 2, I don’t know where I’d store it. And that’s not even getting into the detachable home pod on the back. Fit with a slip drive, state of the art A.G, and all the comforts of home I could ever need. Making her perfect for long range and long term space travel.
“She may have stared out as an old unit, no different than thousands of others like her. But I’ve really made her into something all my own.”
The girl proudly boasted.
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“Please do so ma’am. Now, might I have her keys?”
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Ivory winked at her, and transformed. His body shrunk and contorted, and peices of leather emerged from within and sewed themselves together. It was like watching something simultaneously implode and explode. When he finished, ivory, or rather, the Shinging Shroud stood in his place, clad in his signature trench coat, ascot and fedora. He smuled at the shipwrite.
“Let’s just say I have a good disguise.”
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The Junkion woman takes the vessel’s command key from a compartment in her thigh and hands them to LD-L1. “I’m thrilled to be doing my part,” she says.
Her ship is an older model that, like many Junkion ships, has been heavily modified from its original design. It is a squat, boxy thing, with huge engines sandwiching the craft’s main body. A laser cannon is mounted on the right side, probably used mainly for cutting up space debris.
“Now ain’t that somethin’!” Riveter laughs, amazed. “I mean, you really do look human!”
“That you have,” Overgrowth says kindly. “You may wish to visit the armorers of Primogenitum some time- they work they do is not dissimilar to your own.”
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Oh my god, the song from that one cartoon was telling the truth all along. Chicks really do dig giant robots!
Niko eagerly thought to himself.
Okay, okay. Calm down. You gotta play it cool, or you’re gonna blow it. I know it’s hard to get over how awesome she is, but you can’t let that trip you up.
“Pri-mo-gen-i-tum?”
Nova responded curiously. She had to carefully sound out the word when repeating it, as not to risk completely butchering the pronunciation all together.
“I’ve never heard of it. What’s it like?”
She asked.
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“Thank you ma’am, you shan’t be parted from her for long.” He says, half-bowing, before getting into the craft. He began flipping switches and turning dials, preparing for takeoff. He turned the engines up so that he began to raise off the ground. The engines then turned forward, and he flew off towards the tomb.
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“Feels, smell and sound like one too.” He said, smiling at her. “Not sure why Primus gave me this alt-mode, but i’ve certainly made good use of it. Comes in handy in my old job, was a law officer on a cybertronian-human mixed world.”
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“Primogenitum is the world of Prima, the Warrior of Light” Overgrowth tells Nova, her voice taking on a reverent tone. “It is his resting place, as well as that of the Star Saber, and the home of the Order of the Knights of Cybertron. It is a beautiful planet- though as I am native to it, my assessment may be somewhat biased.”
The ship- named Grunt according to its identification codes- isn’t the most maneuverable thing, but it’ll get LD-L1 to the Pulsar without much trouble. It has no additional armaments apart from its laser cannon.
After flying for some time over the northern plains, Grunt’s sensors register the Pulsar’s transponder. The yacht is on a similar heading, and the glow of its engines can be seen ahead. Far off in the distance on the starboard side, another vessel can be seen. Its features are indistinguishable for the moment, but it appears to be on an intercept course for the larger ship.
“You must be talkin’ 'bout Amity,” Riveter says. “I can sure imagine how it could’ve helped you there. Does any of this goin’ on now have somethin’ to do with your old job?”
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Concerned, LD-L1 turned up the engines, and began heating up the cannon. He wasn’t sure what this ship was up to, but he intended to find out.
“Maybe, maybe not. I’m digging through the library case as it stands, can’t tell you more than that. Sorry.” He transformed back to his robot mode.
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As LD-L1 and the mysterious vessel both approach the Pulsar, the cultist can make out more of the newcomer’s features. It appears to be a human-made combat dropship, with an angular black hull and rotating engine blocks on either side of its frame. A pair of missile pods are mounted beneath the dropship’s wings. A long tail extends from above the ship’s troop bay, and a cube of dark green metal is currently mounted on the tail’s underside. The craft’s nose pitches upward as it draws closer to the Pulsar, and it begins to climb above the yacht.
OOC: for a better visual reference, the dropship probably looks very similar to this old concept art for the Pelican dropship from Halo Reach. While it clearly isn’t 100% in-line with what I’m describing, I hope this still helps.
(Credit to Isaac Hanaford)
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Well within earshot of those on the bridge, the sensor monitoring console begins to chime urgently.
“Your friends wouldn’t tell me much, either,” Riveter says with a sigh. “I guess I understand- can’t go blabbin’ about these things to just any ol’ bot. Still, a lot of us regular folks are pretty anxious. Most of us are trynna hide it, but…”
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“Hmmm.” Stonefist thought out loud. “Might have to get Aralysa to take me there.” the rocky bot replied.
At this point, even though she was having a wonderful time with the holograms, Aralysa was beginning to get a bit bored.
“Well, that was nice.” the Hecatan said, while turning off the projector. Now that she was finished with it, she pondered where to go next.
Maybe someplace more populated… With this thought, Aralysa started heading for the Pulsar’s bridge.
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Salvage looks past Oreo and Axis as Aralysa enters the bridge. “And as usual, the bridge becomes the preferred gathering place,” he observes. “Man, I missed this.”
The chirping from the sensor monitoring console persists. Salvage frowns and glances in that direction.
“Hey, uh, what’s going on there?” He wonders aloud.
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LD-L1 attempts to hail the unknown vessel. “Unidentified Flying Object. Please state your business flying so close the the Prime’s craft.”
“To be honest with you, i don’t know much myself. The prime just called me, asked me to come along, and left it at that. Sorry about that, I want this over with as much as you do.”
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“Our business is none of yours,” replies a male voice- perhaps the dropship’s pilot. “Change course and bug out, if you know what’s good for you.”
As he speaks, the dropship swings above the Pulsar and turns to match her heading, only about thirty feet above the yacht.
“I guess the sooner you get goin’, the sooner that’ll happen,” Riveter says. “The drones have been getting the skimmer ready while we’ve been talking- she’s all yours.”
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“That doesn’t sound like anything good to me.” Aralysa remarked. The Hecatan transformer made her way over to the console to try and see what the problem was.
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Nova smiled.
“Definitely sounds like a nice place. Sounds a hell of a lot better than my old home at least. I’ll have to give it a visit if I ever get the chance.”
Axis flapped up on to the control console, and pushed down on the radio with one of her bird feet, trying to contact the approaching ship.
“Attention unidentified vessel. This is the shuttle Pulsar, captained by Axis Prime. You are to identify yourself and state your intentions immediately.”
She said sternly.
“If we ever get the chance, I’d be happy to show you around.”
Low-Tide offered.
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“I don’t think they’re here for peaceful terms. That much is obvious.” Kitai said. His wings fluttered.
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The Pulsar’s exterior cameras show two ships in close proximity. One appears to be a human-made dropship, and is flying right over the yacht’s hull; the other is a Junkion craft of unknown make. Both are armed, and according to sensors, the Junkion ship is charging its weapon.
The communications system shows that the human dropship is receiving Axis’s message, but for whatever reason, its pilots are not responding. Worryingly, armor plating beneath its cockpit slides away to allow a rotary gun to lower itself into view. The green cube mounted on the craft’s tail detaches and falls onto the Pulsar’s hull, transforming as it descends into a boxy mech. Magnets in the robot’s feet secure it to the white metal, and it reaches behind its waist to grab a weapon that was secured on its lower back.
“I am sure you will,” Overgrowth says. “It is a whole galaxy of opportunities out there, as your people used to say.”
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Instinctively, Kitai launches himself at the glass window in the front of the bridge, putting his full weight into it.
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Salvage quickly ducks as Kitai leaps over him and smashes through the viewport, erupting into the open air in an explosion of glass and a harsh shattering sound. Right after the hybrid passes through, an emergency energy shield materializes where the window had once been.
“What the Pit, dude!?” the red Junkion screams. “There was a door- there’s like a million doors on this ship!”
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