After some walking and chit chatting between the group. They have arrived to the Bar.
“Here we are. Alright let’s go inside.” Sidewire said as he entered, he greeted everyone inside especially his boss and other friends.
“I’m back amigos!” Sidewire cheered (@Chromeharpoon)
Zepar turned in his seat to find out who yelled out like that.
As Flareshot walked the streets of Iacon, he took several swigs of his flask. Now slightly intoxicated, he continued walking.
He bumped into Ironsight as he was walking.
“Hey! Wa…watch where you’re going Autobrat.”
Driftburn eventually finds a seclusive corner and transforms into Scrapshot. He goes back to Song and Broadwing and greets them again,
“Ay, Shipmates!”
OOC:
Of course he would be in his Scrapshot-mode.
“You always have a choice.”
“Song! Oh my, sis!” Gronius said, catching her by one of her arms. “Come on, sister! Let’s go!”
“Why?”
“It’s getting dark.”
“So what!”
“Let’s just leave!”
He said, trying to not to look at Broadwing.
An Angelicon walking by asked if he needed help.
“I’m sorry, I believe you bumped into me.” Ironsight was not gonna take crap from a Decepticon. He pushed Flareshot out of the was and continued to wander.
The guards surrounding Xi jolt, but quickly regain their composure. One departs to inform his superiors.
In contrast to Iacon’s gloomy ambience, the interior of Maccadam’s was very lively tonight. A gentle melody played throughout the establishment as both Autobots and Decepticons, most of them soon to crew the Salvation, drink, gamble, and converse.
Maccadam, a large bot with great round optics and polished orange armor, turns. “Evening!” he returns the greeting with a smile. " 'There something I can do for ya tonight?"
A drone would have to do, as Maccadam was currently busy with someone else.
Some of the staff recognize Sidewire. A few were happy to see him, while others were indifferent.
Sitting by himself at small table was captain Topside, resting his head in one hand with the other wrapped around a half-empty glass. On another floor could be found ■■■■■■■■■■■■, Salvo, and the pilot and navigator for the Salvation: Flyby and Brakeswitch.
Halfrunner boards a transport bound for Junkion.
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“Hey! Wait!”
He said, following the two.
“Mind if I stay with you guys for tonight? I don’t exactly have a place of my own to go to.”
Torchwing followed his new companions into the establishment.
“Large serving of standard Energon, please.” He asked.
Perhaps Zepar would recognize that Sidewire was a member of the mighty Titan Squadron.
“Oh yeah baby it’s good to be home.” he cheered as he then went to the bartender.
“Well, here we go.” Mangobolt said. As the rest followed Sidewire.
“So Torchwing, what would you like to drink?” Sidewire asked (@ValkyriePrimal)
Rodstocker and Alterion entered the building.
“Captain, I still think that we should go to our rooms…”
“Bah! No, Mr. Alterion! We are going to gamble, and then we take a drink, and then we go to bed. I feel so alive! When was the last time we gambled?”
“Last week…”
“See…” said Gronius, trying not to look at him.
“Of course you can!” Song said.
“Song!” Gronius started."
“Of course he can.” Song repeated, articulating the first words.
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“darn Autobot. How would you know, one eye” Flareshot mumbled.
He attempted to take a sip from his now empty flask.
“scrap. Looks like I’ll need a refill”
Flareshot stumbles his way over to Macadams.
Scrapshot wanders around,
“I wonder where I should go…May be a random bot will be my shipmate…Ay, any friendly random bots 'ere?”
“Just a glass of engex is fine.”
“Oh thank you so much. I really appreciate it.”
Ironsight pursued Flareshot to Maccadams. It was he who would have the last word, not a Decepticon.
Gronius cringed his teeth as Wildsong smiled at him.
The drone complies, quickly serving up the requested beverage.
A pair of twins with scratched-out Decepticon sigils were helping Maccadam serve drinks.
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“I would love the sweetest non-alcoholic beverage you got, and then the exact opposite, please!” Blight requested, taking a seat at the bar.
A squadron of jets roared through the sky above Salvation. They transformed and landed on the hull.
“Let’s give these guys a good scare.” Snickered the largest one. “Holo-projectors.”
One of the smaller ones handed him a holoprojector. He fixed it to the hull, a wry smile on his face.
Ooc: what are the capabilities of holo-projectors?