The Cryo Condor swoops down and searches for anyone resembling Scorchlock.
Shadowraker would see her target behind a window of a hab-suite complex.
She then flew back to Zepar.
Seeing his Cryo Condor’s return, Zepar follows her to the complex and asks if anyone by the name of “Scorchlock” was home.
SideStep blinks his optics.
“Well?” He asks, his speech slightly slurred.
The three Splitter Brothers sit in their hab suite.
Zepar is informed that there was.
“You’re good!” Facelift informs him. “Operation was more-or-less a success!”
Zepar thanks the person and asks which room Scorchlock was in.
Scorchlock was in hab-suite #2.
The crew of Salvation feel a jolt as the Fleetcarrier jumps to transwarp. The planet on which the Omega Lock was apparently hidden wasn’t more than a few more jumps away.
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Zepar nods and begins heading to suite 2.
Once he arrives, he knocks politely at the door.
“…more-or-less?” SideStep asked, standing up.
“Who’s there?” Scorchlock asks through a speaker by the door.
“Don’t worry about it!” Facelift says, waving his hand. “But if you won’t take my word for it, try it out yourself!”
Topside leaves the bridge, leaving Motherboard run of the place as he went to Little Iacon for a drink. ■■■■■■■■■■■■ was still in the war room.
Grommet works in his lab, enjoying the quiet and solitude.
In engineering, Greasemonkey tinkers in his hab-suite overlooking Salvation’s transwarp drive.
Thrift tends to his ship in hangar thirty.
Salvo, out of her armor, sits atop the counter of her shop, enjoying some engex.
Song nodded as she opened the door of the lab, enlarged her wings and swooped towards the Savant.
Sprocket transforms and follows.
A timeskip of a few minutes later
When they arrived, Song landed in front of the ship.
“You experienced in ancient technology?”
Sprocket reverts to robot mode and shrugs.
“Yeah, it’s kinda my whole reason for being here,” he says.
“Really? Can you read it?” she asked, excitement in her voice.
“Eh, with a translator,” Sprocket says. “I’ve got some of it memorized, but I’m no linguist.”
“Oh…” she said, losing some of her enthusiasm. “You see, I know only bits and pieces, and I would want to find somebody to help me learn it fully.”
SideStep attempts to activate the axe.
“Well, I’m not your bot, sorry to say,” Sprocket says with a shrug.
Panels on the arm ■■■■■, and the ax deploys.
“See? What’d I tell you?” Facelift cheers. “…That’s a hundred-fifty shanix, by the way.”
“It’s OK, I guess.” she said, before tilting her head towards the ship. “Shall we?”