“Chunk crunch.” “You’re welcome to come with us,” Railgun says in a way that could almost be considered soft.
He flicks his cannon arm as it hisses, but not only changes ammunitions, starts changing in general. Railgun gives an odd hand signal, causing Tie-Grabber to look a bit confused before shrugging and Machbreaker becomes visible excited. The rocket sled pumps fist into the air as they, especially him, have long to finally try this out in space.
And in his excitement, Machbreaker transforms first, though it initially isn’t too different from his regular sled form. The only obvious change was that his colors included more white and a moon grey in a sort of camouflage pattern. Tie-Grabber soon follows, his yellow changing into those same colors while his cab becomes more rounded. His lattice crane closes together, becoming smaller and has a more pipe robotic arm look. The arm folds inside the cab, bay doors closing, some parts of the rail sides extend out.
Railgun’s transformation was similar, his cannon’s barrel pulling inside himself and moves elsewhere. The turret section on his front closes off and morphs to look closer to rounded cone. The rest of his armored train form taking on a similar rounded cab appearance like Tie-Grabber. With each of their individual transformations done, the three swiftly connect together. Railgun in the front, Tie-Grabber in the middle, and Machbreaker in the back, though the sled’s bed stretched out nearly to the front.
Before Nebula and the others was Scuttle, the Railroad Team’s space shuttle combiner. It hovers above the rocky surface, an underside turret popping out and scanning the ground for non-existing threats. When it spoke, its voice was more like a school PA system, a bit fuzzy sounding to outsiders but could be understood fine enough.
“Could use assistance in traveling the cosmos. Our experience has only been theoretical.”
“Huh. No foolin’.” Backbreaker nods. With everything else he’d been through the past few days, why not add pirates in possession of a relic of the original Primes on top of it all?
“None indeed. Its one hell of a trinket. Though not as simple as you’d think. Honestly we’re lucky this form turned out as well as it did.”
Ragnarok said.
“Did you really think you were the only one who could survive space?” The ship cackles before taking a more serious tone again.
“Ever since Rectifier modified us during the war, this form has been possible. However, even with combined strength, we lacked the power to escape the gravitational forces of the Vex world. We needed help…and still need help, if we are ever to find the others and start a better life for Mini-Cons.”
“Oh you have no idea. The federation has been on our tail for ages now. But it’s not like they can do much to stand up to this.”
Ragnarok shifted his feet into a more combat ready pose. A small ball of fire formed just in front of his faceplate. It quickly grew, before erupting into a blazing jet of flame.
I gotta admit. Exploring the stars again sounds incredible."
Nebula said eagerly, but she then looked back to Ramjet and Clawshot.
"But… I couldn’t leave my boys behind. We’re like family you know?
Ragnarok looked down at Backbreaker. He seemed confused, and perhaps even a little disappointed.
“Huh. The fire breath usually gets a bigger reaction.”
Nebula thought for a moment. She turned to Clawshot and Ramjet. Neither of them seemed against the idea.
“Alright. Looke like we got a plan! The six of us, traveling the cosmos. Man this is gonna be great! But I don’t wanna just up and leave. I’d rather wait until I get a chance to say goodbye to the predacon.”
“Big guy, I’ve been around, seen a lot of different bots with different weapons. You name it, I’ve probably been on the other end of it,” Backbreaker explains.
“Agreed.” Scuttle says and then splits apart back into the trio.
“Chonk chonk chonk. Chun chunk.” “Besides, it’s more tactically sound to be on good terms with allies. Never know if we might need to call for help,” Railgun says.
Tie-Grabber gives a scoffing cough to that. “Chink chink chink.” “More like they’ll be calling us for saving.”
Spirit quietly stepped away from the group of happy minicons and decided to let them be. She turned to look at the other group and decided to walk up to Simulus, “Hello again,” she paused, “Care to chat?”
“You should try visiting!” The smaller bot said eagerly, “I’m sure you’d be welcome!”
There is a bit of silence and then Railgun asks, “How long until evac arrives?”
With everyone still here on the rock, it was clear that no-one could just go their separate ways yet. So they had to be waiting for some large ship to appear. Or another haze.
Simulus doesn’t look at her and continues star gazing.
“If you must, while there’s still time.” Simulus answers.
Spirit joined him in looking up at the heavens, “What are your plans after this?” She asked calmly leaning up against some rocks crossing her arms comfortably.