Alchemist kindly waved to Coppeweb on his way out. Though he’d already given out plenty of free drinks that day, and wouldn’t have minded an unpaid glass or two.
“Oh it doesn’t work just as well as a normal telescope. It’s better. You can adjust the range of what you’re looking at, and the image quality of the hologram is pretty good given the size.” Solus replied.
Coppeweb would see the architect Prime chatting with a junkion (a rare sight on Cybertron), while many disgruntled shop keepers worked on picking up their wares and fixing their tables. While they all seemed rather frustrated by Solus’ reckless actions, not one of them would even consider taking their anger out on a Prime.
The warrior Prime had a stern and fierce look on his face, before it quickly broke into a rather uncharacteristic smile. Then Prima began to chuckle, then broke into an outright laughing fit. Which was even more wildly out of character.
Prima’s body then began to shift and break apart. His limbs splintered and his torso folded in on itself several times over until all that was left was a chaotic mass of mechanical parts, bound together by crackling energy.
It was none other than the mischievous shape shifter Amalgamous Prime.
“Oh man, you knights are too easy sometimes. One unexpected visit from the boss and you practically trip all over yourself.” The Prime said before immediately falling back into his laughter.
Quill scribbled down some more notes. “Definitely good to know. Thank you.”
“So then Dr. Long-Hoe, have you any other plans for the festivities today?” Alpha Trion asked.
Defender looks up in surprise as a massive boom echoed through the streets. A thought rushes through his mind: An attack. On the Festival. I’ve got to stop this!
He spins, rushing back in the direction he came from. Drawing his staff, he runs toward the marketplace, figuring that that must be where the sound came from.
Defender would find the same scene as Coopeweb. Blown over stalls being cleaned up and repaired by their merchants. As well as a small crater in the pavement, right next to a slightly larger crater. And Solus Prime casually chatting with a junkion.
“Range is about 25,000 meters, though if you try going any farther than that the picture gets real fuzzy. I don’t remember the exact resolution off the top of my head, but it’s pretty good. Not as great as some of the fancy pocket communicators you can get these days, but it more than get the job done.”
“Oh, well, thanks.” He says, putting the device away, “and now I have a target on my back, eh nothing new for me.” He says as he looks at the mess around him.
Solus Prime nearly burst out laughing. “HA! That’s funny. Usually I’m the first one people blame when something goes boom. Well sometimes Alchemist, but mostly they blame me. And in all fairness they’re usually right. Anyway, thanks for the offer, but I’m fine. I’m almost done anyway.”
Just as the Prime said, she had nearly finished picking up her products and putting them back. And most of the other nearby merchants had done the same.
“Maybe we could go a round or two?” Brick offered.
Backblast just chuckled, “well, you certainly have gotten in this Junkion’s good graces.” He says, extending his hand, “glad you had fun with the P.O.K.E.”
Bulwark does his best to hide his embarrassment, bringing his hand down and forcing out a short laugh.
“A clever trick, Amalgamous Prime,” he says. “Very clever. I trust that I am not your first victim this day?”
Oh. You really can just go up and start talking to her, Coppeweb observes. He tries not to consider how much farther along any of his projects might be right now if he had considered this opportunity sooner- that would be too depressing.
“…Uhm… what did happen here?” he asks stepping forward as he enters the conversation. Turning to Backblast, he adds: “What’s this about a poke?”
The two construction bots recombined into their larger form. They walk around the crowd, looking to find an open ring. “Oh, you can call me Roadblock in this form by the way.”
They found an unoccupied ring and waited for Caus.
“A wicked cool shockwave hammer this guy here made.” Solus said, pointing her thumb to Backblast.
“It’s also the answer to your question. I wanted to take for a test run and, well the kickback was a bit stronger than I was expecting. Got some serious air time out of it though.”
“HA! Not even close. I’ve been gettin’ you guys all day. You’re my 12th scare so far.” Amalgamous humorously boasted.
Around then two bots came out of the Allspark Temple. One large, one very small.
“Pretending to be Prima again I presume?” Asked Vector Prime.
Amalgamous folded all of his various arms together, and his face inverted into his body only to reappear looking away from Vector Prime. “Maybe. What do you have against a good joke?”
“A joke is only good as long as it doesn’t get old.” Replied the minicon. The stout fellow stood close to Vector Prime. He seemed to have a lot of confidence for someone of such short stature.
“Well it hasn’t gotten old for me.” Amalgamous replied.
The guardian of time and space sighed and walked up to Bulwark. “I apologize for my brother’s actions. He can be a handful, even for us.”
The good doctor had forgotten the prime was there, assuming he had left for his archives.
“Ah, myself? No no. Must finish my work, must always finish my work. If I don’t finish this formula quickly, Hektatron will be going hungry this winter.” He explained, having honestly forgotten about whatever was being celebrated today.
“Recoil like that is unavoidable but the lack of a crater from it is promising for this iteration.” Backblast says, his red optics looking over the hammer’s handle for damage.
“Hello,” Defender says to Coppeweb. “I believe that that hammer is the cause of this mess, though I’m not sure how. I’m sure Lady Solus will be glad to explain it, though.”
