Transformers: Salvation

“who did he fight with?” He asks.

“He didn’t say,” Grommet answers.


Meanwhile, the leaders of the Decepticon heretics were bickering amongst themselves, as villains such as they were so apt to do.

“The responsibility of keeping Shockwave out of the hands of our enemy did fall to Thunderblast,” Obsidian says, with the aforementioned head of the Twenty-sixth fleet no more than a few paces away. “It seems the ‘responsibility of blame’ now rests upon-”

Obsidian couldn’t finish his remark before Thunderblast swiftly closes the distance between the two of them, drawing one of her swords and pressing the tip of the blade against his neck. Obsidian’s body tenses, a nearby Strika clenches her fists, and Banzaitron lets slip a low whistle.

“I will not suffer your prattle on the bridge of my own vessel!” she hisses, glaring murderously at the general. “Certainly not from one too weak and timid to face his enemies from anything less than a maximum safe distance!”

“So says the one who has yet to leave the confines of her own ship since our journey began!” Obsidian retorts.

Thunderblast withdraws the blade, and Obsidian relaxes.

“Perhaps if I were to join our next battle with the Salvation personally,” she says, her calm facade returning, “the chance of a victory will be more likely, what with a competent bot with a spine directing the troops.”

Zepar was thinking, “Think the ship could run a scan for any other hives on the planet?”

Skitter shrugs.

“Maybe; I dunno.”

Zepar contacts Motherboard and asks if she could have the Salvation scan for other hives on the planet.

“Affirmative, crewman Zepar,” Motherboard replies. “Scanning for insecticon spark signals now.”


At Salvo’s shop, the four orbs that Shockwave had brought aboard with him were available for purchase, along with the gigantion’s usual supply of items from Salvation’s armories.


Thrift loiters by his ship, which played a certain terran song:


Facelift was coincidentally humming the same tune as he works in his hideout.

“Perhaps I should hold a sale on mouthplates…” he says to himself. “I have a lot of those taking up space on the shelves.”

1 Like

Zepar waited for the scan to do its work.

The results of the scan are sent to Zepar. The Salvation had detected large clusters of insecticon spark signals at Zepar’s current location, the ancient facility, within a mountain further north… and beneath the floor of the ocean beneath the Fleetcarrier, rising fast.

@Toa_Vladin @meepinater @TheOnlyGuyWhoLikesMistika @ToaNoah_Wafflemeister @MaxinePrimal @KAI_BORG @BlackBeltGamer98


“Motherboard, take us to-” Topside begins to order, before Motherboard interrupts him yet again, suddenly beside him.

“The CFC Salvation is now at yellow alert, captain Topside,” she reports. “Automated weapons are on standby, and away teams have been advised to return and prepare for potential combat.”

Gah!” Topside cries out. “…Thank you.”

“Why are we not firing now?” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ protests. “This is clearly an attack.”

“We don’t know that,” Topside refutes. “Not yet, at least.”

1 Like

“Everyone!” Zepar yells to the mining teams, “Run like heck to the ship!” He proceeds to do just that.

Arachnados, wanting absolutely nothing to do with whatever was happening, returned to his lair in the ventilation.

Broadwing and Torchwing both readied themselves to defend the ship, the two braced for comabat.

The miners assume their various alt-modes and follow suit.

“We’ll be back!” Skitter assures the hive queen.


The water beneath Salvation churns as the insecticons dig through the sea floor toward the surface.

As the both of them were on the ship, neither noticed this.

Zepar arrived on the ship and looked down at the churning water with a very nervous look.

As soon as my characters heard about the Insecticons, they all reacted in different ways.
Gronius transformed in robot mode right in front of the Salvation, letting a big Energon crystal fell right in front of a hangar door. He prepared a blaster and looked at the bots around him (if there were any).
Alterion, who was still in the facility, turned to his plane mode and took off towards the Salvation.
Redstocker really didn’t care, and continued to wait for the bartender.
Song was the only one not to hear about it. She was still in the training room with Broadwing.

“Dude,” Thrift says, “are we getting Zerg rushed? We’re getting Zerg rushed, aren’t we?”

The sea beneath Salvation erupts as hundreds of insecticons of every shape, size, and color swarm up from the depths, buzzing around the Fleetcarrier. For the moment, they do not attack, but they may be searching for ways to enter the ship.

“Can we open fire now?” an impatient ■■■■■■■■■■■■ implores Topside.

“That option’s definitely still on the table,” the Autobot captain replies.

“The heck you’re rambling about?” Gronius asked before the swarm of the Insecticons.“Oh… Prime!” He said, returning to his half scared-half disgusted atittude he had in the hive.

Zepar looked very nervous, an appropriate reaction to seeing a giant swarm of Insecticons, “we should probably get the shields up.” He said.

OOC: try the Universal Greeting?

Streams of insecticons begin to rush toward hangars and airlocks all over the Salvation.

“Yeah, okay, now we can open fire!” Topside decides.

“Told you so,” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ remarks.

Motherboard reacts instantly, and the Fleetcarrier’s automated weapons begin to open fire, blasting insecticons out of the sky by the dozen. Gunners man their stations and begin to do the same.

Zepar brings out his new Greatsword and opens fire on Insecticons that get too close to immobilize, not kill (he’s not quite there yet), using his arm cannon.

Many an insecticon is downed by Zepar’s attacks. A warrior takes notice of the angelicon and lands nearby, assuming a hunched-over robot mode armed with wicked-looking blades protruding from its wrists. The warrior shrieks some insecticon battle cry and charges at Zepar.