She nodded, “Same to you,” she wrote out. She then transformed into a small little tank and her lights dimmed.
Nebula looked at her curiously. Did she not have her own place to be? It was strange to see her just transform and power down without going anywhere.
But it didn’t matter much in the long run. She jumped up on to a spare counter spot and sat down. A quick stasis nap while she waited for the others wouldn’t hurt.
When morning came Penicilla transformed back into robot mode and looked around.
“Of course.” She said, looking slightly dissapointed, “almost no one ever has any music. My modest collection has been collected over a lifetime.”
“Hey! On the bright side, once you’re out of here, finding stuff like that will be a lot easier.”
He said cheerfully.
“I doubt it.” She said, looking somber. “This place is like a cross-section of the galaxy up to this point, if there’s so little here, I highly doubt there’s much more out there.”
“You’ve also been trapped in an prison that whole time with no access to a data-net.”
Maximus pointed out.
“Digital is never the same as physical” she said, “same with recordings, analog is truely better”
“That’s… True. I guess I can’t argue. There’s a reason I got a physical copy of the Pros Eddda, instead of a data pad. Wood covers, pages, the whole thing.”
The predacon said. Though he quickly realized he had drifted off topic.
“Regardless, I’m sure your chances of finding something out there are a lot better than where you are now.”
@ProfSrlojohn
“…With our scrap blastin’ luck, probably not. Stuck in this terrible cycle.” Tie-Grabber said irritated.
“I just hope to never think about it once its off the schedule.” Railgun replied.
How very strange. Machbreaker tries to see that, when it breaks down, if it merely dissipates or becomes some other discernible form and/or material.
“Guess we won’t know until we get out. Though personally I’ve never had use for currency. Anything that wasn’t provided by the bulks I could just scavenge myself.”
“But that makes me think. We don’t got our own ship. Meanin’ we’re gonna need to hitch a ride with somebody. Question is, who?”
The sample was gone in less than a minute. Not a trace of it left.
“Well we’ve found a way to kill the b@stards. Question is how to get the appropriate fire power.”
Railfire remarked.
Oddball shrugs, and warbles out a polite refusal to the suggestion.
“Alright. Suit yourself.”
Jetfire said with a shrug.
“In that case I think I’ll hit the sack. It’s been a long night.”
With that, Jetfire left the small room and returned to the tier two barracks.
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With that the night comes to pass, and dawn breaks over the colosseum.
(@ajtazt with how busy you are, I’m not gonna cut your interactions off. We’ll continue wrap them up quickly and then just jump forward)
“Well maybe you don’t have use, but I could. Plenty of things.”
“Whichever has the best chance of escape and survival. That will be determined by the others’ report.” Railgun replied.
OOC: I’m good with this section wrapping up quickly. You can just jump it ahead if you feel like it.
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“Like what?”
He asked.
“Guess that makes sense.”
Clawshot replied.
Around now, both groups would reach their destination.
“Eh, maybe you’ll see one day.” Is all Tie-Grabber says as they finally make it back.
Railgun finishes the map with the new areas and the three head out to get some rest. Who knows what the next day holds.
The misfit trio meet back up and talk about their different experiences, before retutning to their den.
In the morning, Maximus woke up and got out of his charging bed. He stretched and yawned, surpsird to see a minicon standing outside of his cell.
“Hey little guy. What are you doing here?”
He opened the door and Ramjet came in. Something large in his hands. He held it up, and Maximus knelt down to pick up. He took the object, looking at it curiously.
“What’s this?”
He wondered aloud, turning it over. When he saw what it was, he froze. Nearly brought to tears. The photo he kept on his dash-console. A picture of him standing with Axis, and his two closest friends.
“How did you- where-”
Maximus began. He was completely dumbstruck. But he quickly rationed that the minicons could get anywhere. One was bound to find his ship sooner or later. He met Ramjet with a warm and greatful smile.
“Thank you. This means a lot.”
Ramjet gave a cheery thumbs up and ran off.
Penicila auto transformed into her robot mode and stretched a bit. She smiled under her mask and walked out of the medic bay looking carefully both ways down the hallway. She then walked to one of the guard’s outposts and climbed up to one of them and held out a sign, “Hello!”
“Huh? Oh, hey.”
The guard said casually.
“Wait. You can actually read that?”
His partner asked. Quite surprised.
“Of course I can read it Zeta.”
The first guard replied. Sounding almost offended.
“We’ve been living with these cybertronians for ages. The least we can try to do is understand them.”
Maximus got up and walked out into the commons. He grabbed a serving of energon. He went to look for Backbreaker. At this rate, they needed to actually work out a plan. And he had a few ideas.
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She smiled under her mask and wrote something new on the board, “What’s your name ma’am?”