“Well, you guys seem smart,” Backblast says, “care to guess?”
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“Your dedication is certainly admirable, but it is the Allspark Festival! Surly one day of leisure would not be too terrible? A day as festive as this. The anniversary of Cybertronian civilization itself. Even I’ve managed to break away from my studies for the day.” Alpba Trion replied.
Roadblock cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck, prepping himself for the fight. “Alright. I’m ready when you are.”
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No apology is necessary, Vector Prime," Bulwark says. “Though I find myself curious as to what the real Prima is doing at the moment.”
Coppeweb eyes the enormous hammer in Backblast’s grip.
“That thing did this?” he says to the Junkion in disbelief, sweeping out an arm to indicate the mess around him and the other people. “And you say it used to be somehow more destructive?”
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“Granted, most of the crater was her landing, nice landing by the way, Solus; but, yes on both counts.” He says calmly as if it was normal.
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“Preparing for the annual Knights’ Parade, no doubt about it.” Vector Prime replied. “It should be starting rather soon as a matter of fact. In 16 minutes and… 32 seconds to be precise.”
Amalgamous once more shifted his form. This time his body compressed into a perfect sphere with his face still visible on the front. Then a dozen small helicopter drones sprouted from the top, each one connected by a metallic cable. The drones lifted the sphere into the air and hovered in place, keeping the shape shifter roughly a little below eye level with Vector Prime.
“I swear he gets more and more demanding every year. ‘More street clearance! More schedule time! More this, more that!’ When’s he gonna learn the festival isn’t all about him?” Amalgamous complained.
“Well dear brother, what contributions have you made to today’s celebration?” Asked Vector Prime.
Amalgamous’ face shifted up on the sphere in a smug expression. “I like to think the natural charm and charisma I bring with my presence is contribution enough.”
Vector Prime shook his head in disappointment. “Just as I thought.”
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“Sadly, the life on the frontier goes on, and as a critical part of their lifeline I couldn’t possibly stop.” He said, closing one of his books. He looked directly at the prime, a conviction in his usually focused gaze, “At least three different colonies are facing shortages due to pest issues, and another two are facing shortages due to improper fertilizer mixtures. I have 3 orders for a new plastic explosive for mining operations, and a fourth for a new anti-acid coating. There’s so much to do, and so little time, and I shan’t be the one found slacking.”
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“That’s amazing!” Coppeweb remarks, awestruck. “How does it work? What even gave you the idea to make it? Is it supposed to be a tool, or a weapon?”
He could see an exploding hammer such as this having some utility in mines or at construction sites, though its potential as a weapon is also obvious to him. His mind races as he thinks of how he might incorporate this magnificent mallet into his own projects somehow- with Backblast’s permission and input, of course.
“I’m sure Prima is just very proud of his disciples,” Bulwark says with a chuckle, coming to his superior’s defense. “That being said, perhaps we could spare some pomp and circumstance for the rest of Cybertron.”
Perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised that Prima was pushing for yet a greater showing for the Knights, but Bulwark had thought that last year’s parade was suitably grand. Surely, there has to be a point where Prima realizes that enough is enough.
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“Ah, I’m afraid I can’t reveal all my secrets; never know who may try to steal my ideas.” Backblast says, “but it would be a weapon.”
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I was that obvious, was I?
“From one inventor to another, that’s fair enough,” Coppeweb says. “My name is Coppeweb; actually, I hope to present a contraption of mine to Solus Prime, as well.”
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“She actually asked me.” Backblast says, “but it did give me a chance for a couple field tests.”
“Name’s Backblast.” He says.
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Alpha Trion nodded. “Fair enough. I understand the importance of putting duty before leisure. However I do hope you’ll be able to attend the Gravitus memorial service later this afternoon. It would be a shame to miss it.”
“Sure. Its his disciples he’s proud of. Totally you guys, 100%.” The shape shifter sarcastically replied.
“Amalgamous, please.” Vector Prime sternly said, trying to dissuade his brother from going down the metaphorical road he had put himself on.
“What? Don’t you think the guy deserves a bit of rough truth?” Amalgamous fired back.
“What I think is that we should keep matters between Primes to ourselves, and not go gossiping to whomever you feel like.” Vector Prime retaliated.
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“Perhaps perhaps, I shall see what I can do. Perhaps if you might tell me a good place to start in the nullification of Tybaltian Acid, that would free my schedule significantly. The Shkespearian Colony expedition is quite behind schedule and will remain so until I figure that out.”
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“Chemical mixtures are Alchemist’s expertise I’m afraid. He would be far more help to you than I.” Alpha Trion replied.
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“Ah, if only I could find the time. So much to be built these days, very little time for someone who wishes to destroy.” The doctor said, in a brief moment of wise lucidity underneath his typical unhunged nature.
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“Hm. I suppose so. Never really thought of things that way.” Alpha Trion said. “Though again, my brother would be able to provide far more help to you than any book you’ll find here. I believe he’s in his bar just a few blocks down the street. I’m positive he’d be happy to lend you a hand.”
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“If you insist, I shall try, though he’s not been particularly receptive in the past.” He explained, closing books and saving tabs. “Do you mind if I take these tomes with me? My lab is a bit messy, but I am quite careful. Only pests need burning after all!”
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“I’m pleased to meet you, Backblast,” Coppeweb says politely, holding out an arm for a handshake. Whether or not the Junkion accepts the offer, he’ll leave the conversation afterward to approach Solus Prime (@ValkyriePrimal)
“I am aware of Prima’s reputation among the other chapters, sers,” Bulwark says to the two, doing his best to not let his irritation show at Amalgamous’s antics: first the Shifter makes a fool of him, and now he insults his intelligence. How did the rest of the Primes put up with him?
“I do not wish to trade further gossip, however- as you advised, Vector Prime. Perhaps I should take my leave now.”
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Backblast shakes his hand.
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“But of course. This is a library after all. As long as the books are returned in good condition, I have no issue.” Alpha Trion said.
By now Solus had finished fixing up her own stand and was helping out another merchant. However as Coppeweb approached she immediately lost all attention to the task at hand, eagerly captivated by the artificer’s additional limbs mounted to his back.
“Ooh. Hello there. What have we here?”
Amalgamous rolled his eyes. And by that, the entirety of his eyes moved around on his face in a rolling fashion. “Not exactly what I was talking about, but fine. I’ll let it be.”
“I apologize again for my brother’s actions. I swear he isn’t always this intolerable.” Vector Prime said, clearly disappointed and even a little embarrassed by Amalgamous’ behavior.
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“Thank you very much sir, with any luck, three of these will be back in a week and the rest by the end of the month…” he told the prime, standing up from the table.
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