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[ While you were away someone has been in your room.

It doesn't look like this someone has really rifled that much through your possessions. Or stolen anything.

How do you know someone was here? There are several tiny plastic human toy babies all sitting in a circle on the floor. Some kind of... congregation maybe? ]

[After a visual sweep of his room, Siegelord smirks.]

Cute.

[... He'll carefully move them all to a table, too.]

[ Recently Bass requested some important information. Who... is the strongest Cybertronian on this ship. He received a hot tip that it was 'Shockwave' but also 'not the Senator one'. There were a few thoughts that went through his processor. One... it was really dumb that there were two people here with the SAME NAME. It must get confusing! Two, while he does (surprisingly) know what a Senator is, he has no idea what a Senator looks like. Do they wear signs? Bass guesses probably not.

This leads him to one conclusion: He has to fight BOTH of them to make sure he's actually fighting the strong one.

This leads him to a second conclusion: He has no idea where Shockwave lives. He could ask for direction, ask if anyone knows... but that begs the question... If they know how strong Bass is will they even tell the truth?

There is now one solution: He has to canvas the ship himself and check every inhabited room he comes across.

So there's the backstory. And that's why Bass, armored up in his winged Treble armor (being able to fly covers ground quicker!) is pounding aggressively at your door.

Sorry. ]

[it takes him a while to get used to quintessa's body. longer still for her powers and even then he hasn't even scraped the surface of them. there's no information anywhere, and he's clever but not intuitively work out a prime's magical powers clever.

astrotain stays near quintessa's garden, as he has a lot of fun creating little crystal creations. familiar faces, not so many, definitely a little row of exploded megatron shaped ones. he doesn't want to stray too far; he knows people expect things of her. doesn't want interaction.

he doesn't not notice siegelord so much as ignore him entirely, attention grasped by something buried in the wall, if how quintessa's form is currently trying to look through a crack in the panelling is any indication. seems happy enough trying to wrench it open with his bare hands.]

[He's spoken with the Prime of Life exactly once and visited her garden often to sit and ~~meditate~~ enjoy the peace. To relax. To think about what Fate has wrought him. To avoid Sixshot in the rare times he's on the R2.

While he knows Quintessa ventures out of her garden sometimes, to see her like this at such a time is... He won't say unwelcome given it's deeply amusing to watch her, or whoever's wearing her body, attempt to pry the crack open with her hands.]

Quintessa. [The tone is respectful; she's still a Goddess no matter his thoughts about Cybertron's extended pantheon]. Need a hand?

Edited 2024-05-14 10:01 (UTC)

[his head whips around, the tendrils on his head splayed out like he's been dragged through a hedge backwards. irritation and lack of control over the new anatomy more than a wild state of mind, though.]

No. Go away.

[short and clipped, in quintessa's refined echoed timbre.

...why does he feel like this guy isn't actually going to go away?]

Hey. Don't know who u are, but I got ur number at random and I'm bored. If u aren't one of the million kids that seems to have suddenly spawned around here, wanna get a drink?

.....

This is Shotlock btw.

[ Seige will fine a new occupant in his hab when he arrives next. It's a rubber duck... with tank treads? A Duck Tank...

A Dank-

Nope. You can come up with a better name. ]

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