“Hmmm. I’ll need a list of the bots who sent them.” (@Chromeharpoon)
“You caught my interest show me.” Sidewire said.
Motherboard nods. “A list will be compiled shortly.”
Facelift directs Sidewire’s attention to several cylindrical containers holding various cannons, rifles, and other weapons suspended in a yellowish-green fluid. These weapons were still attached to the severed arms of whoever had once possessed them, hence the need for preservation. Other weapons rested on shelving units.
“Have a look,” Facelift requests.
“Hmm since you are an weapons expert which one do you recommend?” Sidewire asked.
Flareshot nods.
“I wouldn’t call myself an expert in weaponry, but… ah, hell, I’ll take the compliment,” says Facelift. “Now, what exactly are you looking for? Something destructive? Gruesome? Perhaps unethical? Flashy?”
Motherboard walks away. She had many duties to attend to, in addition to entertaining Flareshot’s search. Even with her enhanced processing capabilities, Flareshot might want to give her some time to compile the list.
“Percises and destructive.” Sidewire said. “Which also has a nice style to it.” he adds.
Facelift begins to search his stock for a weapon that matched that general description.
“Yes, I have a few items fitting that bill…” he muses.
“Impress me.” Sidewire challenges.
“Quintessons?” Gronius said as he attacked the device to his chest.
Flareshot then left the bridge, and walked about the halls of the Salvation.
He might find Wildsong, looking around for Broadside or for somebody else to talk with.
“Hmmm… what about… this?” Facelift asks, gesturing to a tank which held a severed forearm. The weapon built into the arm was a torque rifle.
“Yeah,” Mallet affirms. “Last I heard, they’ve still got some presence out by the fringes. But that’s not important to the story.”
“Anyway, I won that little scuffle with Fusebox- slag, I thought I’d put the guy down. But I ran into the guy again twenty years later; he wanted some payback for getting a vibroblade through his throat, and I can’t say I blame 'im for that. Since then, it’s been a kind of ‘cat and mouse’ deal between us, as the humans say.”
A search team was being put together to look for the ancient cybertronian vessel that was broadcasting the distress beacon, and any of our heroes could join if they were so inclined. Given the age of the craft, it was sadly unlikely that any of the ship’s crew remained alive, but Golden Age technology was built to last- there might still be something worth salvaging. Sprocket might pay a bot pretty well if he was brought something interesting.
“And where is he now?”
Alterion and Redstocker were the first two to sign in for the mission.
“Oh, dear! Golden Age ships! I’ve never been in one before!” Alterion cheered.
“Bah! As long as we can get something nice out of it…!” yelled Redstocker.
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“I don’t know you wanna give it a test or should I?” Sidewire asked.
“Y’know that ship I was checking out when you ran into me?” Mallet asks, an air of excitement in his voice. “That was my ship. Was, until Fusebox stole it from me when we bumped into each other last.”
“It works, trust me!” promises Facelift. “Now, how 'bout it?”
“OK?” Gronius said, not understanding why Mallet was so excited.
“I don’t know you got something else?” he asked.
“That means he’s here,” Mallet explains, clenching his fist. “Aboard Salvation. Spawn of a glitch probably got on thinking he could hide out in uncharted space for a spell, then get the drop me, but I know how he thinks. Heheh, the guy probably didn’t figure I’d come, too, otherwise he’d’ve gotten himself a different ship.”
“Okay, okay,” Facelift says, “so dispatching your enemies in a display of rending metal and twisting limbs isn’t your thing- that’s fine. Everybody’s got different tastes. You looking for something with more… color, then?” Facelift rambles.
OOC: GTG again.
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“Wait wait, I didn’t know it could do that perhaps I’ll get it but I’d want something else as well. But how much those that gun cost?” Sidewire said counting his shanix.