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Longevity - Medbay

Broadside's optics flickered as his internal systems reactivated. A clean, shiny ceiling was above him, though the lights were dimmed. His central neural processors rebooted and his circuits came alive. Broadside had awakened.

The large gray mech sat up on the medbay berth. What was he doing before this? Where was he? He surged his memory files. Right, I'm on the Longevity. He'd been in the repair bay beforehand because of the damage he had suffered. Well, time to go look for the others. He stood up, trying to regain his balance, and once he had, he moved out of the medbay.

Longevity - Corridors

It felt strange for Broadside. He hadn't been awake in... how long? His memory files couldn't tell. He didn't know what time it was or what was going on, so he figured he'd go straight to the bridge, hopefully he could find someone there who had some idea of what was happening.

It almost felt as if, while his secondary systems were inactive, something around him was shaking. Maybe it wasn't real? Something in his memory files was corrupted? Who knew. The gray behemoth continued walking down the corridors, towards the bridge.

Longevity - Bridge

He entered the bridge. The doors, as always, were still too small for Broadside's liking. Couldn't they make the doors even slightly larger? But that didn't matter for the moment. He looked around, various screens displaying several things. Some of them stopped him in mid-action.

Was that... Omega... Supreme? And... Sky Lynx? Jeez, I missed all the action, didn't I?

On yet another screen was a distant ship, suddenly vanishing. He was confused. Were they in a battle? On such a scale? Man, if only he'd been here, he could've let out some of his frustration on those fragging 'Cons.

He looked away from the screens and at the bots present. The two lambo-brothers, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, were having their moment, as usual. What a shock. Broadside chuckled under his faceplate. And as his optics turned towards elsewhere, he spotted a very familiar orange 'bot. He made his way over to him.

"Sandy! For Primus's sake, what's going on?"

Longevity--Bridge

Sandstorm overheard the bridge doors sliding open in spite of Sunstreaker and Sideswipe's nattering at one another. He heard the heavy footsteps that could belong to--

"Sandy! For Primus's sake, what's going on?" Broadside asked.

"Broadaft! Glad t'see you could finally join us! Hahaha," Sandstorm responded cheerfully before pointing to the main viewscreen and the impressive form of Omega Supreme covering much of it. "He's what's going on. We found him being mauled by Scourge and a bunch of his creepy clones. Drove 'em off. Now we're just waiting for the Green Bean Fighting Machine to give the word that all's clear over there so we can take the big guy back to Earth."

Longevity - Bridge

Broadside grinned back at Sandstorm as he enthusiastically pointed to the viewscreen. "That's amazing, but maybe you could've driven them 'Cons off sooner if you had gotten me to exit sleep mode!" He laughed. "Big ol' Omega looks like he took a good beating, he needs some patchin' up."

"Speaking of him, where's Springs right now?" Broadside looked around the bridge again. No sign of any tough green dude around.

Omega Supreme

>>”My apologies for the rough treatment, old bean, but we are rather in a rush. Try not to fret until we arrive. Just relax. Conserve your energy. Wait. Us? Who is us? Do you have little passengers in there?”<<

>>”ASSUMPTION: CORRECT. RETURNING TO SPACECRAFT MODE.”<< Omega Supreme replied to Sky Lynx’s query and initiated his transformation sequence. It was painfully slow this time. All the damage inflicted on him by the Decepticons was taking its toll. The energon the other Autobots had fed to him was going to keep him functional for now but he was still in dire need of repairs. Conserving energy and limiting his functions only to essential ones was the logical course of action to pursue.

>>”ENTERING ENERGY CONSERVATION MODE. PLEASE DIRECT YOUR QUERIES TO RUNG.”<<

Longevity

Returning to the innards of Ultra Magnus' shuttle, the green and yellow triplchanger made his way towards the bridge of the craft and was greeted by the sight of his friend and fellow triplechanger, Broadside, was up again.

"Oh what, didn't think we could've handled it on our own?" Springer interjected, patting Broadside on the back as he moved his way back into the command chair. "Besides, I thought you liked your beauty rest?"

"Alright boys, we've got the tows in place. We got what we came for, let's get our big friend somewhere safe. Fly her straight and smooth, Sandy. I'll let the boarding party know to hold on tight."

Omega Supreme

>>"Springer to Boarding Party, we've got the tows in place. We're gonna ease Omega back to the Guardian, help him conserve some energy. Might wanna hold onto something, Sandstorm's driving again."<<

Longevity - Bridge

Feeling the pat on his back, Broadside turned around and smiled back at his greenie of a friend. "Hehe, 'course you wouldn't have been able 'ta drive them off without Sky Lynx and Supreme." He joked in quite an obvious way. They were Wreckers, they were made to handle slaggers like these!

"Besides, I thought you liked your beauty rest?"

Broadside knocked Springer on his shoulder in fun. "Beauty rest my aft! I'd wanted to be out there slagging 'Cons left, right and center!" He laughed and sat down in wait of the journey ahead.

Longevity--Bridge

"Alright boys, we've got the tows in place. We got what we came for, let's get our big friend somewhere safe. Fly her straight and smooth, Sandy. I'll let the boarding party know to hold on tight," Springer said as he entered the bridge.

"Oh yeah, because I'm the guy known for wrecking our ships! Pssh. Remember when you let Rack n' Ruin fly that battle skiff? He wasn't in the air for a breem. A breem! That thing hit the ground harder than Broadside falling out of a hangar bay hahahah! Ahhhh...I kill me."

Omega Supreme

*beep*

>>"Pay no attention to the hack pilot who just spoke. Feel free to sit back, relax and enjoy the ride."<<

Omega's shuttle mode was jostled as Sandstorm adjusted the heading of the Longevity and began to accelerate.

>>"Okay. After that bit. Now you can relax."<<

((OOC--If you guys wanna do any closer posts or tie-up any loose bits of convo, you can. Otherwise, this thread is effectively complete and we'll eventually transfer over to one of the Earth threads once a believable amount of transport time has passed.))

Sky Lynx

>>”ENTERING ENERGY CONSERVATION MODE. PLEASE DIRECT YOUR QUERIES TO RUNG.”<<

>>”Oh, you’re going to have a rest, old bean? Well, I suppose if you must…I was going to regale you with some tales of my exploits to keep you entertained…”<< Trailing off, Sky Lynx merely settled atop Omega Supreme and allowed himself to be towed along. After all, why should he reduce himself to doing menial labor? Yes, yes, this suited him. Even if he felt a twinge of loneliness in his spark.

An idea struck him. He could entertain the others. Surely, they’d be in need of it during their travels back to the Ark.

>>”Ahem, I don’t suppose the rest of you would be interesting a thrilling tale or two on our way back? Hm?”<<


Omega Supreme

Within the energon reservoir of Omega Supreme, Arclight huddled up against one of the walls. The danger had passed and with a jolt, they were off back toward Earth and the rest of their comrades. Where Omega Supreme would have to deal with the fact that Optimus Prime was gone. It was so sad! She could only imagine how grieved the ancient guardian was. Not that she particularly knew the extent of their relationship, but it had to be a long one, huh?

>>”So mission accomplished, huh?”<< Arclight asked those aboard the Longevity in a quiet voice.

Longevity--Bridge

>>”So mission accomplished, huh?”<< Arclight transmitted. A look of disdain crossed Sunstreaker's face. Was it not obvious?

>>"Indeed,"<< he transmitted back icily.

With their course charted, Sandstorm began to kick back a little, though he kept his eyes on the shuttle's sensors just in case Scourge--or someone worse--showed up to finish what they'd started.

>>”Ahem, I don’t suppose the rest of you would be interesting a thrilling tale or two on our way back? Hm?”<< Sky Lynx's voice boomed throughout the shuttle's cabin. Sunstreaker adjusted the volume a smidge.

"Storytime? Really? Shouldn't we run a few combat simu-"

"Shuddap Goldilocks," Sandstorm butted in as he took over the comm. >>"I totally vote for the 'thrilling tale' portion of our voyage home."<<

Omega Supreme – Energon Reservoir

>>”Please, I’ve seen you dragging your aft on the floor. And, well, whoever gets the matrix, don’t let it be me. I want no part of that.”<<

Howlstrike glanced over at Blindside with a scowl on his faceplate. >>”Was that a dog joke, Blindy? It was, wasn’t it? You’ve been listening to that golden rod over on the Longevity too much.”<<

The former Predacon knew enough about Earth pets to know that canines tended to rub their rear ends on the ground in order to clean themselves. Of course, being mechanical, Howl wouldn’t need to do such things, but that didn’t stop Blindside from poking fun at his alt mode just like that dolt, Sunstreaker, had already done previously. >>”I mean, how many times do I gotta tell you, listening to ol’ Sunny-bot rots the processor!”<<

>>”Springer to Boarding Party, we've got the tows in place. We're gonna ease Omega back to the Guardian, help him conserve some energy. Might wanna hold onto something, Sandstorm's driving again.”<<

>>”Pay no attention to the hack pilot who just spoke. Feel free to sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.”<<

>>”Primus help us. We have a bunch of comedians towing us home.”<< Howlstrike remarked over his comm line with Blindside just as a sudden vibration reverberated through Omega Supreme. Thankfully, the lupine mech was already in a seated position and did not need to prevent himself from falling. He simply placed a hand on the floor to keep himself from swaying to one side too much. >>”I don’t think you’ll have to worry about the matrix, Blindy. We might not make it back in one piece for the matrix to chose either one of us. Heh.”<<

>>”Okay. After that bit. Now you can relax.”<<

Howlstrike simply shook his cranium. >>”Well, if you don’t mind, Blindy, I’m going to meditate a bit to pass the time. Just in case you’re wondering why I’ve gone quiet.”<<

And with that said, the former Predacon off-lined his optics and began meditating silently.

Longevity--Bridge

>>”Ahem, I don’t suppose the rest of you would be interesting a thrilling tale or two on our way back? Hm?”<< Sky Lynx's voice boomed throughout the shuttle's cabin.

The deafening volume caused Sideswipe to jump flinging his head set off.

"All Spark.... who set the volume on that thing!"

Sideswipe mutes his console.

"I swear that old bird is senile, he will tell the same story fifteen times, then still insists on telling it again!"

Sideswipe then pushes some buttons on his console.

Omega Supreme

>>"Indeed."<<

Sunstreaker. Ugh. Arclight winced at his tone. Well, fine. Frag him too. She guessed they would just ride in Omega Supreme for the rest of the voyage, which was an honor in itself. But it didn’t stop her from pouting a bit. Her optics darted over to Rung and Streetlight before glancing over at the two sitting. After Rung had said the wrong thing, the two of them had been quietly over there. She wondered…

Getting up, she moved over to them. Blindside, for his part, could see neither her approach nor the scowl on Howlstrike’s face.

>>”Was that a dog joke, Blindy? It was, wasn’t it? You’ve been listening to that golden rod over on the Longevity too much.”<<

Blindside cringed lightly. Maybe that had gone too far. Howl went on before he was interrupted by announcements from the rest of the crew.

>>”Sorry, Howl. If that was too far,”<< he apologized. In truth, they hadn’t known each other that long. There were bound to be some missteps here and there. Letting Howl have some time to meditate, he kept his hand on the former Predacon’s shoulder. It was grounding while he had his auditory systems turned off. Completely unaware of the Arclight now standing in front of them.

“Uh…I’ve been…meaning to ask just out of curiosity,” Arclight kneeled down to the two of them, “Are you guys…you know…er…together?”


Sky Lynx

>>"I totally vote for the 'thrilling tale' portion of our voyage home."<<

>>”Excellent!”<< Sky Lynx replied with renewed cheer. One vote was all he needed. Oh, but which tale to tell? Hm…Perhaps…No, no. These were Wreckers. They’d need something filled with danger, excitement, and thrills! Perhaps a touch of drama! Yes, yes. Hm. >>”I think I have just the tale. Ahem,”<< Sky Lynx cleared his vocalizer.

>>”It was utter chaos! This was the Simanzi Massacre! I’m sure you all remember where you were when that pivotal moment of the war was playing out. I was dealing with a battalion of Decepticons single-handedly! Swooping down and raining death upon their heads. I was carrying within me an elite group selected to be air dropped behind the enemy’s lines. I had to evade anti-air batteries under constant attack from Decepticon aerial forces…”<<

Sky Lynx

It was the constant yammering that roused him out of his somewhat peaceful slumber. A solitary blue optic onlining, Redline slowly rolled it around, taking in his surroundings. Hm. This looked…like…a CR chamber. The inside of one anyhow. He was no stranger to it. The thing that puzzled him was that he didn’t immediately recognize what was on the outside of the CR chamber. Didn’t look right for Cas Collar’s medical bay.

Redline tapped the CR chamber’s glass, expecting the door to open at his prompting. But no. In fact. Everything was extraordinarily quiet. What the frag was going on? Scraping at the door as best he could, he glanced out again. It was abandoned in here. Then who had been talking earlier?

“Hey. Hey! Anyone out there?” he called from inside his chamber. He waited for a few long moments growing impatient. “Well, frag this.”

Reeling back as far as he could given how little room there was in the chamber, Redline hurled his clenched claw at the glass.

KRRRKK!

Cracks formed. Good. He did it again. And again. And again. Until finally, the glass burst, spilling the nanite rich liquid and Redline out onto the floor of wherever he was. Picking himself up and shaking off as much of the liquid from his body as he could, Redline looked around.

“Helllooooooo?! Anybody home?!”

Abroad the Ever Humble Sky Lynx

Darkness was peaceful. Darkness was serene. Darkness was... boring. So, so, boring. There was no one to talk to here. Literally no one. Because talking wasn't possible. Seriously, who designed these things? You should be able to t-

TNK

What an odd little sou-

TNK!

Quickslinger slowly woke from her slumber. By Primus... I'll shoot...

Krack!

A louder sound jolted her up completely. Her arms flew up... and were stopped at her sides by the inside of her CR chamber. What the slag is this... Oh. Right, CR chamber. Why am I in here now?

Krrrack!

Her left hand flew instantly down to her left hip holster, taking hold the pistol hand. What in Primus's name is that?

CRRRASSSSHHHH!!!

Knowing she had no time to think, she quickly (as much as she could cramped) pulled her gun up. Taking just a moment to locate where the latch would be, she pressed her muzzle up to the side of the pod. Talking, or more accurately, yelling was heard. She knew she didn't have much longer. It was her or them. And she was sure as hell that she'd be able to make "them" full of holes before they noticed her.

She only needed three shots to take out the lock. She quickly pulled her knees up and violently pushed her feet into the loose door. Out she tumbled with the liquid of the chamber spilling out after her. She rolled onto her back and quickly retrieved her second pistol into her other hand. Her MIMS locked three crosshairs on Redline. Two on his throat and one of his chest.

"HEY! I was sleeping you loud spawn of a glitch! You'd better have a good reason not to get two holes in your vocal receptors."

Inside Sky Lynx

Darkness meant nothing was happening. To Indygo, nothing was worse than doing nothing. So why was she...

Oh, CR chamber. Why the Autobot army hadn't invested in a better long term repair device puzzled the small blue assassin to no end.

Finally, Indygo willed her optics online. Ugh, she was in a CR chamber. With a sigh, she pulls dyer internal system diagnostic up on her HUD.

Structural Integrity: 100%
Energon Levels: 100%
Cloak Status: Online

Good, now time to get myself out of here. Then I can start-erm...restart the Grand Plan.

Her small hand felt for the internal latch. Her servos located the lever and pulled. Nothing happened. She tried again. Nothing. A fourth attempt followed a third and her first angrily slammed against the glass.

Of frigging course. Of all the pods in the army, and I get stuck in one that doesn't open. When the Alliance is mine, I'll find the creator of these infernal machines and shoot him.

Krrk

What?

Kraaaak

CRASH!

Primus! What on Cybertron was that?!

Her question was answered when some black and yellow Cybertronian stumbled in front of her pod. Ah. Help.

Then gunfire went off and another bot entered her line of vision. More help.

She started hammering on her pod to get their attention.

Sky Lynx

It wasn’t long before Redline had a reply. Well, some kind of reply. Did a gunshot qualify? Yeah, probably. Putting it down as a definite maybe. Swiveling his head around to fixate his optic on the femme as she did an impressively dramatic combat roll out of the CR chamber, Redline stared her down blankly as she pointed her guns at him.

"HEY! I was sleeping you loud spawn of a glitch! You'd better have a good reason not to get two holes in your vocal receptors."

“Hah, someone’s uppity. Get up on the wrong side of the recharge slab, your majesty?”

She had a red Autobrand on her chest, so he wasn’t too concerned about her pulling the trigger. Regular bots didn’t have the struts for it. So, when he heard banging coming from somewhere else nearby, Redline turned his back to her without a second thought and moved over to the CR chamber in question.

“Hahaha! You’re stuck!” If Redline had a face, he would have been grinning from audio to audio. As it was, he just leaned against the CR chamber. “Ahh…well, well. What do we have here, hm? Let’s say I let you out of there. What do I get, huh?”

Sky Lynx

Oh good. Indygo was pleased. She got one of the 'Bot's attention. Less pleased was she at his reaction to her being stuck in the CR chamber.

“Hahaha! You’re stuck!”

No duh, dumb-aft. If that wasn't enough, he somehow made things worse.

“Ahh…well, well. What do we have here, hm? Let’s say I let you out of there. What do I get, huh?”

Oh great. She hated him already. Still, he could prove useful. Maybe.

Indygo sighed and thought for a moment. Didn't she still have stashes of supplies hidden all over the fleet? She didn't lose everything.

The dark blue Bot put on a friendly smile. "Well, sir. It depends on what you want. It don't matter all to much. I got Energon, Shanix, maybe weapons. That last one might just take awhile, though."

The friendliness was just an act, but one that millions of years Indygo had to perfect it. Besides, if each one of them could benefit the other, why not be friendly?

That being said, the assassin was already studying her hopefully newfound friend. He had to have a a weak spot somewhere. Probably the neck. It was usually the neck.

Sky Lynx

Redline watched the femme’s reaction. One good thing about not having much in the way of a face was that you were hard to get a read on, which suited him just fine. When his femme didn’t react like any normal bot would react and instead put on a cheery smile and poured on the ‘sirs’, he knew she was trouble. But that was fine. Trouble was interesting. Trouble was different.

It seemed she had a lot to offer as well. Yeah. Alright. Without answering her, he pushed off of the CR chamber and reeled back, driving a claw full force into the latch. In the next moment, he ripped it out with the door clenched in it, stepping to the side as he peeled it back and the nanite rich fluid spilled all out onto the floor. Whoever’s job it was to clean this place was not going to be happy. Not that Redline particularly cared.

“You got a deal,” he said, “I’ll collect later though. Let’s just say you owe me one for now, ‘kay, Sweetspark?”

After all, Redline couldn’t rightly ask for what he actually wanted when there were others around. Potentially more hidden away in CR chambers or elsewhere. He glanced back over to the femme with the guns.

“Eased up there yet, killer? If ya have, think you could shed some light on where we are?”

Quickslinger almost almost shot him for his smart remark. She had the fire solution calculated already. Three good shots would end him, or at least his ability to communicate properly. However, good gunslinger didn't allow things like emotion affect their firing, after all. Shooting mad was basically as bad as shooting blind.

She merely cast him a glare as she watched him converse with the 'Bot in the CR chamber. Apparently loudmouth there hadn't just woke her up. When he pried open the pod, she stood up and twirled the guns around in her hands before dropping them back into their holsters, allowing the automatic latch lock them into place to keep them from fallen out.

Redline wrote:“Eased up there yet, killer? If ya have, think you could shed some light on where we are?”

Quickslinger smirked. "I could've shot you dead faster than you could draw your sword. Or gun. Anyways, wise-aft, most obviously we're on a ship." She stomped her foot on the ground twice, hard. "In space. Going to assuming it's an Autobot ship, because no guards have come running down to clamp your jaw shut."

The royal purple and bright yellow looked over at Indygo as she stepped out of her pod. "Now, who are you two? Y'all know each other?"

Sky Lynx

The idiot didn't answer. He just stared at Indygo for a few moments. That few moments would have been useful to the assassin if she could make out any expression on the large 'Bot's faceplace. Problem was, he was a bot that had undergone empurata, the righteous discipline that had replaced his face with a visor.

Fortunately, that time was swill spent, as he rightly decided to free Indygo from her captivity. With a smash, he ripped the door off. She unceremoniously dropped out of it a moment later.

Indygo picked herself off the floor. She looked at the other bot in the room and reminded herself to keep up her act. So she turned to the big guy with a grateful smile.

"Thank you very much."

"Let’s just say you owe me one for now, ‘kay, Sweetspark?”

Indygo gave him a nod, bristling inwardly at the term 'Sweetspark'? How are he?! She once again reminded herself of who she was playing.

"Agreed. Just tell me when and I'll be happy to pay."

Now as for the other one...

Indygo swiveled her head to face the purple and yellow femme. Now this one was easy to read. So full of herself and her abilities.

"Now, who are you two? Y'all know each other?"

Indygo smiled again and took a reassuring tone. "The name's Indygo. And no, I don't know this fine fellow here, though I am grateful for his assistance. Who might you be?"

Longevity--Bridge

Sunstreaker shot an icy glare in Sandstorm's direction. Sandstorm simply threw up his arms with a clear expression of "come at me, bro!"

Sandstorm then settled in and listened as Sky Lynx wove a yard that would have been worthy of Kup.

>>"Oh wow...so Pyro was actually kinda normal back then? That's so weird, considering his personality supposedly has merged with the Matrix by now..."<<

Sky Lynx

>>"Oh wow...so Pyro was actually kinda normal back then? That's so weird, considering his personality supposedly has merged with the Matrix by now..."<<

>>”Merged with the Matrix…Balderdash! There are still traces of the old Pyro in there now, but he’s so…enamored with Optimus. Not that I blame him, of course. Optimus is…oh…was. Poor, dearly departed Optimus. You know, Pyro will take that so hard when he finds out. Everyone will I fear…But anyhow, back to the tale-“<<

An alert interrupted Sky Lynx, notifying him that something had broken several of the CR chambers inside of him. What? Did he have scraplets?! Heavens, he hoped not. Turning his senses inward briefly, he spotted three Autobots within the confines of his medical bay. What in blazes-

Oh.

With a bit of chagrin, Sky Lynx recalled. In his haste to leave Cas Collar and pursue the Dinobots, he had…neglected to unload some of his subordinates. Oh dear. And they were horrendously disrespectful and disruptive! Just look at what they had done to him! He needed to put his foot down before things got out of hand.

"I could've shot you dead faster than you could draw your sword. Or gun. Anyways, wise-aft, most obviously we're on a ship." She stomped her foot on the ground twice, hard. "In space. Going to assuming it's an Autobot ship, because no guards have come running down to clamp your jaw shut."

“Sure, you could have,” Redline replied with more than a healthy dash of sarcasm. Pft. As if this femme could outmatch him. She needed to pick a fight with someone in her own weight class let alone league. He was miles above her. Of course he was. Yeah. What good would guns do her in a close quarters brawl? Hah.

Distracted from Killer by Sweetspark as she thanked him and agreed to his terms of owing him one. Oh goodie. He couldn’t wait to hold that one over her. She seemed like the type to hate that. Of course, Redline could be wrong. Maybe she got a kick out of that kind of thing. Or she...ha…was actually that nice, but he doubted someone could be that much of a sucker. Either way, he was going to keep pushing his luck until something happened.

"The name's Indygo. And no, I don't know this fine fellow here, though I am grateful for his assistance. Who might you be?"

It was hard to keep from busting out laughing at that, but somehow he managed. His one optic just stared the two of them down.

“Hear that, Killer? I’m a fine fellow. So Indygo, huh Sweetspark? I’m Redline. It’s your pleasure, I’m sure. Now, c’mon, don’t be rude, Killer. Introduce yourself.”

>>”For the love of Primus, what have you done to me?”<<

A voice echoed over the speakers within the ship. A very familiar voice. Ugh. So that’s where they were.

“Commander Sky Lynx…how are you doing, sir?”

>>”How am I doing?! Not bloody well thanks to some hooligans breaking CR chambers inside of me! Clean that mess up! How could you?”<< His tone sounded genuinely wounded. As if they had hurt his feelings by being so inconsiderate. Primus. Their commander could be so obnoxious.

An Upset Sky Lynx

Seeing the two rank-and-file soldiers banter back and forth was almost adorable to watch. But it simply reminded Indygo that she had some work to do to get these soldiers to not be so...distastefully unruly.

“Hear that, Killer? I’m a fine fellow. So Indygo, huh Sweetspark? I’m Redline."

Redline. Indygo made a note of this 'Bot's name in her data files, all the while forcing herself not to react. Sweetspark?! He was basically begging to have a knife driven into his neck or a shot to the back of the head.

What made matters, the assassin couldn't read his expression. As righteous a punishment empurata was, it was ineffective as a long-term solution. Maybe she'd replace that with a more sane punishment...such as removing the voice box.

Redline turned his attention to the other femme when voice from all around broke her thought process.

>>”For the love of Primus, what have you done to me?”<<

Oh Primus. Not him. Anyone but him.

It was him. Sky Lynx. There were fewer 'Bots more...more annoying than him. And Indygo just had to be stuck on him.

At least it isn't a Decepticon prison ship. She thought.

>>”Clean that mess up! How could you?”<<

Even more effort was required for Indygo to put on a friendly image, but to her credit, she succeeded. She once again took a friendly and reassuring voice.

"I'm so very sorry, Commander Sky Lynx. The pods were busted and we couldn't get out. We will get right on cleaning this up."

Indygo signalled for the other two to follow her lead. After all, it would be so much easier for everyone -especially her- to do what the dino/dork/shuttle suggested. She grabbed some rags and began to clean up the mess.

Redline wrote:“Hear that, Killer? I’m a fine fellow. So Indygo, huh Sweetspark? I’m Redline. It’s your pleasure, I’m sure. Now, c’mon, don’t be rude, Killer. Introduce yourself.”

Quickslinger's hand twitched a little in anger at his condescending tone of voice. How the slag had he survived that war this long without being shot? Quickslinger assumed people probably said the same about her attitude at times, but she had a good excuse. She normally would shoot first.

Instead of replying with a callous tone of voice, she forced a more reasonable one. "Name's Quickslinger, fastest draw on Cybertron." She decided to leave the normal "nice to meet you" bit out, as she was not happy to meet these two.

Sky Lynx wrote:>>”For the love of Primus, what have you done to me?”<<

Oh, heeey. It was Sky Lynx. Finally, someone she could bear. Most bots probably didn't appreciate his rather high view of himself, but Quickslinger saw it more as high self esteem. Plus, he had every right to brag about his own self anyways.

She was also now glad she hadn't fired that warning shot. Sure, it would've only grazed smart-mouth there, but Primus knows what it would've done to the person they were abroad. Plus, having the air pressure dramatically dropping like a vacuum would've been undesirable.

Sky Lynx wrote:>>"Not bloody well thanks to some hooligans breaking CR chambers inside of me! Clean that mess up! How could you?”<<

Quickslinger looked at her CR chamber and winced. Ooooh, yeah, that may be somewhat irritating. She looked over at the other pods, seeing the little femme bot grab something to clean it up who. She also then saw Indygo make some sort of gesture, probably asking for help. Maybe just let her clean it...?

She sighed and shook her head, going over to her pod to begin properly draining its remaining fluid. "Sorry, sir! Didn't realize we were within your wonderful care."

Inside Omega Supreme – Energon Reservoir

>>”Sorry, Howl. If that was too far.”<<

From beyond the veil of meditation, Howlstrike heard the transmission from Blindside, apologizing for the dog joke. The former Predacon did not outwardly respond. Instead, he let out a deep sigh as the lupine hunter remained focused on meditating during the trip back to Sol-3.

“Uh…I’ve been…meaning to ask just out of curiosity,” Arclight kneeled down to the two of them, “Are you guys…you know…er…together?”

Another voice, this one from the femme, Arclight. She had apparently moved closer to them and was now inquiring about his and Blindside’s relationship. Wait. Their relationship? Whaaaattt??!!

Howlstrike’s meditation was immediately broken as his optics on-lined again and he shot an intense glare at Arclight. “I’m sorry, sweetspark, what the frag did you just ask us? Are we…um…together? Is that what you asked?!” The expression on the tracker’s faceplate was one of both shock and utter embarrassment. Did he actually look like the kind of mech who would be in any kind of romantic relationship? Seriously?!?

“My dear, Blindy and I are just friends,” Howlstrike responded sternly, making sure that Arclight understood what he was saying. “He may have his hand on my shoulder, but that does not mean we are conjunx endura or anything of the sort! I mean…I…I’m not the type to have relationships like that. For Primus sakes, I barely have any friends!”

The former Predacon then glanced over to Blindside to see his reaction. It was then Howl realized that both Arclight’s question and his own response had likely fallen on deaf audios as neither had been relayed via a comm link. It was probably for the best really. No need for the wolf-former’s embarrassment to extend any further than it already had.

Howlstrike’s attention was then drawn to a low chuckle that had emanated from across the chamber. The lupine hunter looked over to see Rung standing near a terminal, having overheard the exchange between Howl and the inquisitive femme. “Don’t say a word, Rung, or so help me they’ll have to purge my tanks in order to put you back together!” The tracker scowled at the orange mech. Rung then quickly quieted himself and turned back around to face the wall terminal.

This is going to be a really long trip, Howlstrike thought as he let out another deep sigh.