Salvation: Part II

“We’re a little busy!” Venture shouts above the roar of her weapon as the Devastator continues to blast holes into Faux-Atlantis. The automaton’s armor sported several glowing-orange craters, and sparks shot from its mechanisms as it falls onto one knee.

“I think we’re winning!” Gronius whoops. His statement is immediately proven false as, almost as if to spite the Autobot, tendrils of Blue Cybermatter begin to seep from the crevasses between Faux-Atlantis’ plates, washing over and mending his wounds.

Frak, man!” Venture swears. “You don’t say slag like that!”

Faux-Hyperborea reverts to robot mode, stepping backward onto the platform. Gripping the hilt of her sword with both hands, she jabs the blade into the large keyhole. A resonating hum fills the chamber as a wave of Green Cybermatter spreads out from the platform, seeping into the soil.


Salvo leads Garrand into the bay outside the armory, where her booth and the shooting range were.

“The armories are mostly the same on each deck,” the quartermaster explains. “We’re on Deck Eleven right now.”

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Zepar smiles, “And Bingo was his name-o.” He mutters under his breath.

He tries to get to the faux-Atlantis, “Guide him to the other platform!” He tells the group. “Vocal taunts seem to be effective!”


Garand keeps quiet as he follows Salvo through the ship, taking note of how different it looked from the images shown before it launched.

Suddenly, thick techno-organic vines erupt from the soil around Zepar, trying to coil themselves around the Angelicon’s limbs.

“Zepar!” Venture cries, hefting the Devastator- before Gronius knocks her to the floor to save her from the Faux-Atlantis’ blade, which swept through the air, clipping the Autobot’s back instead.


Indeed, Salvation’s architecture had been completely redone during her retrofit back on Cybertron. The long, wide hallways of a Decepticon ship remained, but the matte reds and boxy designs of the Autobot faction made up the corridors.

Salvo leads Garand to a transport hub, boarding a train car which would take them to Little Iacon. Thrift could be seen lounging in one of the seats.

Zepar was getting mad, the Twilight Saber reacted and erupts into violet flames, “Unhand me!” He roars at the vines as he tries to break out of them, hopefully the flames helped in weakening their grip.


Garand gives a wave of greeting to Thrift as he joined Salvo on the train. “So, I take it things have been difficult being so far from home.” He said to Salvo.

The Dark Energon weakens the plants, and the Twilight Saber’s flames char the organic components of the vines. The foliage weakens around his arms and legs, though another vine begins to wrap around his waist.


Thrift waves back. He begins to say something, but stops as Garand speaks to Salvo:

Salvo nods, crossing her arms over her chest as she slumps in her seat.

“That’s an understatement,” she affirms. “I figured when we started out that this wasn’t gonna be-… what do the terrans call it? A bake walk? But nobody counted on a fanatical Decepticon splinter faction chasing us down the whole voyage.”

“Venture!” He calls, “Need some help here!” He tries to pull free of the vines.


“Cake walk.” Garand corrects, “The road to do the right thing is often riddled with obstacles and trials.”

Venture and Gronius pick themselves up of the ground- Gronius wincing from the pain his wounded back brought him- and Venture raises the Devastator, only for more vines to sprout from the earth to tie up the two NPCs.

The vines on Zepar’s limbs shrink away, releasing their hold on the angelicon, but small metal thorns burst from the skin of the vine around his waist.


“We were ready for those,” Salvo replies. “We weren’t ready to fight a war in the middle of nowhere against one of the most batslag-crazy Decepticons in their whole empire.”

“We’re fighting Bludgeon,” she explains. “Him and some other glitch-heads he rounded up, plus a whole fleet he and Thunderblast somehow stole from right under Megatron’s nose.”

Zepar flees from the vines’ reach but some thorns manage to get lodged into his armor. He tries to fly up so he can attempt to goad the faux-Atlantis to the second platform, “Come and get me, you giant tin can!” He calls to the giant, clutching his side as he removed the thorns.


“I’ve heard of him.” Garand said, “He was relentless before he disappeared.”

Fortunately, the thorns seemed to be little more than sharp pieces of metal; no cyber-venoms or acids had been injected into Zepar.

The Faux-Atlantis disregards Zepar as the Faux-Hyperborea attacks the Angelicon instead, transforming into her dragon mode and launching another torrent of plasma breath at him.


Salvo nods her head.

"Relentless, and utterly convinced he’s the ‘savior of our people’. He wants the Omega Lock, same as we do.

“Poor guy probably doesn’t know that’s gonna be harder to do than any of us first thought,” she snickers.

Zepar was hit dead-center by the blast, causing him to stagger in flight. He tries to dive towards faux-Atlantis to try and steer the giant automaton towards the other platform. The CLUTCH drone and Shadowraker deploy from Zepar to try and use their ranged weapons to free the others from the vines while trying to avoid getting entangled themselves.


Garand seemed weighed by this, “A familiar description.” He said.

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The Faux-Atlantis begins lumbering toward Zepar, as the Faux-Hyperborea disengages.

Venture and Gronius are shot free, dropping onto the floor.

“Thanks!” Venture calls to Shadowraker as Gronius transforms into his beast mode.


“Yeah; nothing ever goes smooth, does it?” Thrift quips from his end of the train.

Zepar tries to, for lack of a better word, bull-fight the large construct, putting himself at the platform and taunting it in Ancient, ready to dive out of the way when it reaches the platform.


“Life rarely ever goes smoothly.” Garand said.

The Faux-Atlantis continues to lumber toward Zepar, twirling his sword in his hand, before pointing the blade at the Angelicon. In a flash of light, Zepar is suddenly teleported into the air above the arena.


“Mm-hm,” Salvo agrees, nodding her head.

“And our road has been bumpier than most,” Thrift continues. “With more than a few twists and turns along the way.”

“Ah…” Scorchlock scoffed in exasperation. “There is nothing here. We should head back.” He said. “This was worth nothing and it cost me a perfect grenade.”


King-Quan would then use the controls to move the lift up.

The three NPCs were already turning to go back the way they came.


The lift takes SideStep, King-Quan, and company to the top floor of a tower poking up from the far side of the mountain, with a curved viewport looking out upon the verdant landscape, adorned with more of the glowing geoglyphs.

The round porthole in the center of the floor hisses as it twists open, and a patina-colored miniature of OL-2006-2-C rises from a hidden compartment below. The model’s surface ripples as glyphs on its surface fill with green light, and consoles around the room come to life, displaying a variety of holograms and controls.

“Huh.” Sidestep grunted.
“What’s all this?”

“It looks like a control room…” Breakswitch speculates, stepping off the lift to get a better look at the chamber.


@meepinater

ooc: Sorry I was doing something else, my bad.
IC:

The two brothers dive to the sides, before standing up and firing their respective firearms.

OOC: it’s cool. I understand.

IC:

The sentinels stagger as the rounds impact their armor. Though they aren’t destroyed, they are held back. One sentinel sheaths their sword and draws their bow-rifle:

The sentinel takes aim at Lightshift before firing a bolt of energy at the Decepticon, while the other sentinel transforms into a wyvern-like dragon:

The dragon-sentinel takes to the air, looping around before breathing fire at Vigor.

Zepar tries to regain his bearings as he hovers.


“No argument there.” Garand said, “And who might you be?”