- Motto: "I can totally prove that I'm not a zombie! Just lean over hear, and let me take a little nibble out of your brains."
- Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
Orbitting Cas Coller
In space, no one could hear Cosmos sigh. For the past cycle he had been stuck orbitting around the planet while one of the shipyard's communications satellites was being repaired. Being alone in space was bad enough as it was, but having to keep a synchronized orbit with the other satellites made it practically unbearable. Under other circumstances he could relieve his boredom and loneliness by zigging and zagging through and around asteroids and space junk, but for now he was simply stuck circling around the planet at a slow pace, just staring into space. As Cosmos wondered just how much longer he would be there, a signal came from one of the chief engineers that the repairs were complete.
"Oh, thank Primus it's done!", the flying saucer exlaimed to himself as his main thrusters burst to life, releasing him from Cas Coller's gravitational field and headed toward the orbital station. Just then he received a message from the Shipyard's commander, Countdown, as well as the coordinates of an Ark-class vessel. Much to Cosmos' delight it was an order to escort and greet a new arrival.
>>Certainly, Countdown, you know I'll be happy to welcome the Dinobots and show them around. I'll be there in about 30 astroseconds, Cosmos out!
Cosmos couldn't have been happier as he pushed his boosters to full power, zooming in the direction of the Ark-19. He had never met the Dinobots before, but they were practically legends and so he had heard much about them. From what he knew they were a rather rough group, but they had been missing for hundreds of vorns. They most certainly had to have a lot to say, and Cosmos would be more than happy to listen to their stories as he guided them around the station. It certainly beat staring at the vast emptiness of space.
"Ah, there it is, the Ark-19.", Cosmos said to himself as came in perpendicular to the Ark-19's trajectory. With his manuevering thrusters he matched the much larger ship's course, and used his boosters to increase speed to keep him just ahead of them. Using his superior manueverability the green flying saucer bobbed and weaved from side to side in front of the Dinobot's ship to get their attention.
>>Greetings Grimlock and Dinobots! This is Cosmos, and on behalf of all the staff and personel stationed here, I wish to welcome you to the Alpha Shipyards here on Cas Coller!<<
Having made the official greeting Cosmos steadied his course, staying just ahead of the Ark-19.
>>Well it seems you're already on your way to berth 6 with no problems, but I hope you don't mind if I tag along anyway, just in case. Countdown told me you're here for repairs and to learn about all the new technology that's developed since you went missing. Well, let me tell you that you've come to the right place! We've got more engineers and technicians than we know what to do with!<<
Ark 19- Bridge
For the most part Sludge had just stood around during the trip, though a few times he had started kicking some of the chairs that weren't being occupied by his fellow Dinobots out of boredom. Once they came out of transwarp for the final time, Sludge felt a little relief as he continued to just stand, watch and listen to Grimlock speak to Countdown.
When he thought about it, there really wasn't much Sludge could do now, or during this mission. Thinking, acting, those were far from his specialies. His real strength lied in... well, his strength, and his impenetrable armor. He would follow Grimlock and the Dinobots anywhere, he would follow his orders and complete this mission as best he could, but this would be well outside of his comfort zone.
This mission will be hard for me, Sludge. Me Sludge would rather smash Decepicons, not lie to weakling Autobots. But Grimlock is strongest, Grimlock is leader, so me Sludge will obey.
"Does His light guide your path?", Highcall said to a passing bot, trying to hand him a datapad, but the bot simply ignored him, "Do you wish to become one with the Allspark?", he said to another who again ignored him.
Despite how often many Autobots used His name, Highcall had found it difficult to enlighten others about Primus. Everytime he was off duty he would go to the station's bars and pubs and try to save a few sparks. Few even realized they needed saving, let alone would accept it. He would let it get him down though. Primus had saved him, and in return he would save as many Autobots as he could.
"Serving Primus will fill your fuel tank more than any type of energon!", the religous engineer said, though everyone in the bar seemed to ignore him.
Highcall checked the time- he still had several breems until his next assignment. To be honest he hadn't even finished his previous assignment, but for some reason the bot in charge told him he'd done enough and to take some time off. Maybe reciting the Datatracks of Beta-4 from the Covenant of Primus had shown him the light, realizing Highcall's time would be better spent making more true believers. Highcall would have to speak to him again sometime.
Looking around, Highcall noticed a couple of bots at a table that he hadn't spoke with yet. They seemed to be in a rather good mood, maybe they would be more receptive than the others. Walking to the table he took out a couple of datapads he kept, filled with texts from the Covenant of Primus- well, the ones that he had memorized, at least.
"Primus has blessed this day!", Highcall smiled as he handed a datapad to Sideburn and the femme next to him, "Just as he has blessed us all! Have you ever felt there was more to life? That there was a greater power at work, guiding our paths with his divine light?"