Transformers: Salvation

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After the crowd dispersed, Pixel remained where he was, sitting in the street, humming a distorted tune.

Blight was famished. He searched for something to feel his circuits before retiring.

Caedia found herself wandering through town, silently.

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The dragon dove down into the gates of the Basilica, where stood an Angelicon that bore a striking resemblance to depictions of Alpha Trion, “Father Sol.” Said the dragon as it transformed into robot mode.

“Zepar,” said Sol, “On the morrow you depart with all our prayers with you to save the Creator.”

“Well, it was your idea; I just volunteered to be the Angelicon to go better than being cooped up here.” He muttered the last bit.

Sol seemed disappointed as he shook his head, “Still so impulsive.” He said, “you will be missed.”

“And I my people.” Zepar replied.

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Song looked up, right onto Broadwing’s visor.
“Dude. It’s OK.”

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“Friend you say…” Paradox muttered, he was getting a bit angry. But he hid it well.
“Torchwing ey? Sounds catchy, well I’m sure you must of heard about the epic Titan Squadron, right?” he asked cheerfully.
Magnobolt sighed. “We might not be that known as Megatron, so…Well alright. So my name is Magnobolt, and this is Paradox, Sidewire, Techwarp and Sidestrike.” he said as each waved towards and greeted Torchwing.

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“But… I mean… I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“Ah yes. The mighty Titan Squadron. A greatly comparable to the fearsome Bruticus or Devastator. Or at least that’s what I’ve heard. I’m sure I would have remebered if we ever met on the battle field.”

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“So you have killed some cybertronians, so have I. I bet everyone here has at least killed on cybertronian. Doesn’t if it was direct or not.”
Driftburn smiles,
“Good to meet shipmate.”
He moves to the side.

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“But I mean, I’ve killed a lot. I was specifically designed to murder and kill. I’m a weapon and a freak.”

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Sidewire crossed his arms and looked at Magnobolt. “Well what do you know, we are that famous”
“Trust me, if we ever met on the battlefield, you’d wish it never happened.” Paradox said, he wasn’t ready to forgive the Autobots, not yet at least.
Sidestrike fake coughed. “Well I do think a combiner will fair well with “Saving” Cybertron so.”
“So what are your plans for now?” Sidewire asked he was visibly relaxed around the Autobot.

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Spontaneously, Pixel screamed. His voice slowly lessens in sound quality as he grew louder, and he flung his hand into the air. It shot off, and fell back onto his wrist.

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Halfrunner nods.

“Sure,” he says.

The sun finally sinks completely bellow the metallic horizon, unveiling the twin moons of Cybertron and allowing their pale glow to fall upon Iacon’s golden towers. Each and every one bore the scars of the Great War, and were in various states of ruin and disrepair. Many bore no lighting or other signs of habitation; like many other places within the Imperium, the war had left Iacon desolate where it had once been a thriving metropolis. Rubble litters the tangle of streets, bridges, and platforms that wove between the buildings, and here and there, the body of a fallen Autobot or Decepticon could be seen. Bots of both factions traverse the city, some in quiet conversation, and others in solemn silence. Some pubs and bars were open for business tonight, the lights and crowds within them giving faint life to the shell of the once-beautiful city.

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“Well, a huge dragonbot falling on top of you is not that easy, but I am all right. Relax.”

“I haven’t.” song said, raising one hand.

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“Filthy war,” Caedia muttered. Her voice was dark and tormented, reflecting how she felt of herself.

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Driftburn nods, before sighing,
“Just don’t worry…I guess…”

Driftburn remarks,
“I guess I lose that bet. Though it was always a generalization rather than a hard set fact.”

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“So where to, Captain Redstocker?” Alterion asked.
“Well where do you think, Mr. Alterion?”
“An inn, where we could eat some Energon before going to sleep so that we could be prepared for tomorrow?”
“HA! Don’t be absurd! No, Mr. Alterion! We are going to a bar!”

She waved her hand.
“I prefer to stay in my lab more than on the battlefield.”

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“Yes, of course. I for one am greatly excited for this mission. Saving the world and our entire people. Oh how exciting.”
Torchwing said enthusiastically.

“Alright. If you’re sure. I’m Broadwing by the way. Not sure if I told you already.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

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Blight spun around, picking a random pub to enter.

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“I am Wildsong, but you can call me Song.” she said as she rose her lower left hand for a handshake.

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“Hey for once, I share the same optimism.” Sidewire said placing his hand on the Autobot’s shoulder.
“So what are you plans for tonight, Torchwing?” Sidestrike asked.

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Broadwing returned the gesture as best he could. His large claws and lack of real hands didn’t make it easy.

“Huh. Four arms. That’s pretty interesting.”
He noted.

“I’ll admit I haven’t made any plans for the evening. I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do at the moment.”

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Driftburn nods,
“Makes sense. I was never on the battle field too much myself. I had other jobs…”[quote=“MaximusPrimal, post:97, topic:48605”]
“Yeah. Thanks.”
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Driftburn smiles,
“No problem, shipmate. I’m glad I can be of help.”