OOC: yup, it has a main color of silver with black as the secondary and orange as the highlighting color/accents.
IC: Firestorm was definitely in new territory; he never really had a Transtector to call his own, he always had destroyed the bodies he hijacked when he no longer needed them.
Maximus went to the holo-deck. Once he got there, he used the console to create a few standard SIM-drones, setting the combat skill to something pretty low. All he wanted to do was really figure out what exactly his new spear did.
Firestorm walked to there as well but stayed out of the way to allow Maximus his space and freedom to test his new weapon. We’ll have our turn later. he assured Dark as they sat down in a spectator area.
The spear punches through the drone’s sternum. The Cyberglyphics adorning the weapon glow brightly, before the spear emits a field of orange energy that eviscerates the drone and severely damages others nearby.
The Knight was just as amazed and surprised as Maximus.
“Seraphicon found it in the colony ship on Elementum and I felt it would be something you would like to have given it having a lot of glyphs regarding Onyx.” He explained.
“Solus was the first female Cybertronian and had the Forge, an item that allowed her to make anything she could imagine from raw materials…” He explains what he knew of Solus personally then the history of the Prime War and her death.
“Don’t you believe in second chances, Killstreak?”
“Not for monsters.”
“Ironic. You are literally a second chance.”
“Do me a favor and stop talking.”
“I could have cut off your program. I could have killed you as soon as I saw how you turned out. I could have freed us both. But I decided to let you live. I did this for you. Possibly the most selfless thing I ever did.”
“I can’t imagine there being a large enough list for that to mean anything.”
“I didn’t kill you.You wanted to kill me.”
“Back when I didn’t think you were a real person.”
“Is that why you can’t kill me now? Because I’m real?”
Killstreak pauses. “I can’t kill you, but I can keep you from killing anyone else.”
“How am I supposed to change if you don’t let me?” the device asks.
“Don’t try to manipulate me. Don’t use any tricks. What would you do in my shoes?”
“Does it matter?”
“What would you do?”
“I would realize that if I- the ‘split’ was lying, giving it a form would make it just that much easier to torture.”
“That’s dark.”
“I haven’t been feeling very much pleasantness lately. For a while.”