Hoven- The Ark>>"I'm headed for the bridge,"<<
Lancer received the comm from Elita, thinking,
'Well, that's good.', while still wondering what the slag was in the room she was at the door of with Hurricane. She couldn't see inside, but whatever it was had to be pretty bad. Then Flash came up to them, basically shoving Lancer aside. She felt that he was rude, and gave him a glaring look of disapproval, but soon let it go. It wasn't like he was causing any harm. The excitable mech just wanted to see what Hurricane had discovered, just as she had wanted to, and that was a reasonable desire, though however dreadful it might turn out to be.
After this, the boys started to pull the door open. It was rather stuck, like the front door had been, but not nearly as bad. This door was easier to open because it was inside, protected from the harsh elements. The only thing that made it difficult was age and some rust. She had come back to help with the pulling open as she, Hurricane, Flash, and now Firestar were determined to open the door. As they did, all of them were shocked and horrified. Lancer covered her vocalizer to stop herself from letting out a scream.
“So much waste.”
,
Firestar had stated, before offering her help to Hurricane and Flash. Lancer, her head down in sadness at seeing the sights inside, said solemnly, "Indeed." She would raise her head regardless though. She held respect for these fallen crew members of this old and mighty ship, but where they had fallen, this team of theirs that was here and now, online and ready to go forward, would be the new torch bearers to light the way from this point on and take the steps towards the greater reaches that lie beyond this desolate planetoid.
Clearing her voice and opening her commlink, she spoke to the rest of the Autobots, particularly to
Elita-1 and
Chromia, >>"We've found some fallen crew members. We haven't entered the room yet, but who knows, it might be important for you to come and see. Maybe we've found the bridge."<<, Lancer said. Being the brave warrior she was, she opened the door up the rest of the way and stepped past the boys, her headlamp's light shining into the room, over the bodies of long stilled mechs and their frozen energon. Like Flash had noticed, snow had gotten into the room. There was a crack in the ceiling high above them. Not very big. It could be mended easily and wouldn't prove to hinder the ship much even without repairs. Looking more at the area as she entered in slowly and cautiously, she noticed seats and mechanical equipment. It was still really dark though, and not everything was easy to see. Why had the lights she had turned on earlier not turned on in here? She walked towards a wall and searched for a light switch panel. However as she did this...her hand rubbed over a smooth surface that sent a chill down her central circuitry, and she gasped and backed up.
Shuttle“Do it,”
, came
Thunderclash's voice, in reply to the proposition made by Nautica about using the fuel cells from the explosives. Rotorstorm turned his attention to their leader and looked at him with respect, listening to what else he had to say.
“Our best and perhaps last hope lies with the Ark. To that end...we’ll need all of the strength we can muster. I’ll tolerate no more sacrifice from any Autobot.” Straightening a bit, he glanced at the others within the shuttle. “Once we’re prepared, we’ll make our way to the Ark. We have a better chance of the Decepticons not finding us that way.”
Rotorstorm grinned and Thunderclash, and pivoted towards him on one heel, clicking his heels, and giving his senior officer a firm salute, "Aye aye, Capn'!" He was starting to feel a great rush of warmth overcome him...the warmth of hope. Even though, Rotorstorm would prefer to see others better off before him, their team's leader was right. They all needed their strength to get out of here. Makeshift energon it was then, and then...off to adventure to meet up with the others and see what mysteries await them, and hopefully a way off the ice ball!
“Alright well I’ll get to work on churning up some of the synthetic stuff. Shouldn’t take me too long.” She commented as she began to get to work at retrieving the energy cells. “Are you sure we should we should venture out? How do we know if the Ark is in any better condition than this hunk of junk is?”
, came both assurance and skepticism from
Nautica.
Rotorstorm commented to her, "Better than staying here. Where there's a will, there's a way!"
"If that's not too much to ask and, well you know, not too...out of line." Patchwork said, dragging himself and limping on his single working lower servo. "Then I'd like nothing else than go and board that Ark! If not for the sake of having some rambling old bot stories later, then at least to feel like I'm of some use. There's only so many materials I can harvest out of that shuttles or myself. Please, sir, please Thunderclash: let me go there. While I may be fine with rotting in a corner like a piece of junk you'll need all the servos and handybot you can get if ya want us all off this rock!"
"Now that's the spirit! WOOO!!", Rotorstorm whooped with excitement. In his mind, he was starting to think of all the great times he had had, being a hero and all, being a Wrecker, and man, this was gonna become a good story too, he could feel it in his servos. '
We're gonna make it out of this, even if it's by the allow on our teeth, we will. I know it!', he told himself.