Grimlock was in the commons, making quite the commotion. Everyone practically had their backs pressed against the walls in fear. Meanwhile in the center the champion was in the middle of an arm wrestle with Blackout. The normally stone cold decepticon looking almost terrified.
Railfire quickly finished attaching the mismatched arm, as well as fixing up all the other damage across the body.
“There you are. All patched up. You can go on your way.”
Once they are in the hall she yawns, “So, I don’t recall seeing that predacon in our little skirmish. So I’m going to assume that you’ve managed to use your illusions to screw up how our dear delightful dragon looks. I can’t say I’m exactly upset right about now,” she said with a mild chuckle, “but you are intriguing. I don’t plan on ratting you out, not yet at least, I’d just like to know…why are you hiding? Who are you?”
With some of the bulks gone, Railgun waves to Nebula. He had no intention of doing it around Spirit, not after those statements. Though he doesn’t wait and already walks over to Nebula, the other two shortly behind.
“Have you talked to the others yet? The smaller combatants were reported to have caused trouble earlier today. Seems he was getting sloppy.” Railgun said to her.
She drooped, wings sloping down, “That’s a pity, I was really hoping you’d trust me…at least have a conversation, don’t take me for an idiot, there was no way that dragon was doing anything. You were just dancing around him, and I was quite hoping to meet that little ram again…well enough about that, we can play pretend. Didn’t you like that little guy? He was just adorable.”
She decided to just let the subject rest for the moment, “But he makes adorable little baaing noises! It’s just completely delightful!” She paused, “So, hypothetically, what do you think that fellow’s master plan was? I think he mentioned something about Unicron…poor guy must have been brainwashed I think,” she shuddered, “What do you recon our friend’s case was? Why would he hide for this long? Wouldn’t someone go a little mad just being in one spot? How was he able to pick out his disquises?” She jumped just a little, “Ooo, maybe he was using the device that was the, the, the…” she stumbled over her words in her eagerness, “The holotrainer! That’s the word!” She looked at Maximus with a gleaming glass face, “Must have been interesting seeing everyone’s stories to some extent eh? Still, can’t fathom what his goal would be. War’s over, so sins have been forgiven…to some extent,” she mused and then shrugged, “Enough of my controlling the conversation, your turn.”