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"Damn," Stampy sighed, "Plan B, then. Where's the nearest box store?"
"Certain individual?" Clench inquired "Who may this individual be?"
Scourge's Sweeping tavern was a cozy and relatively big establishment in the offworld zone. Its design had some cues from the uncreator himself, the orange and silver coloring, as well as the spiky design on the side. Other than that it was well known for the stuff it offered. Rooms, food, good people and, most of all, good prices. He was a blue and white that transformed into a jet and hailed from Primax 913.12 Epsilon. A universe known for its similarities with Primax 984.17 Alpha but more 'modernized' compared to that old universe.
Captain Snapdragon looked at him without saying a word.
"Sure." he smiled underneath his silver faceplate.
"Box store?" Windy looked confused for once "What is that?"
As Speeder leaves the OSZA building, the grey-armored femme stands before him, glowering. "Adrestia." He says her name as his optics glint with recognition. "So I'm not the only one who made it to here through the Bifröst."
“I saw your fight back there. You’re still good, Hyas.” The femme speaks the name with a great deal of nonchalance, its syllables slipping off of her tongue. At its utterance, Speeder looks quite perturbed. He sweats. His gaze flits back and forth, searching for an exit. “A shame you couldn’t measure up in the critical moment, when we all needed you.”
At this, Speeder's mien darkens. He hangs his head in shame and turns to go. Where, he isn't quite sure.
“Well, basically my universe also has an Optimus Prime, but there, I had some...issues at the time and did some things I do not wish to remember, nor that I am proud of. All I can mention is that a mech I was pursuing has taken up the mantel I once held, and I have sworn to stop him. I can only say that much.” Star Saber replied. “How this mech was created is something I do not remember, just that he came after me, trying to kill me.”
"A place people buy containers."
The door of Scourge's fly open.
Enter Speeder, who looks worse for wear. Sidling into a nearby table, he loudly exhales and turns his attention to his comms. "Goldbug," He says over the frequency the guide had given him. "I'm out. Meet me at Scourge's."
"A beastformer. Big and tough. Just arrived actually." Brawn replied.
"And we are here!" Siren exclaimed "Scourge's Sweeping Tavern."
"Let's get in then." Windbreaker replied.
The two mechs walked in.
((@Nemesis Scar Elita too, right?))
Elita follows the two in, taking a look around. What she sees sort of reminds her of a temple to a "chaos god" her crew once found in the jungles on the far-off world of Animatron.
The inside of the bar was nice, dim and cozy. The walls were covered with framed paintings while the tables and chairs were surely hand-made. The Tavern gave off this pleasant and welcoming vibe, something most offworlders sought after. Stairs led up from the door to the actual interior. On the bar in front of the three new arrivals stood Scourge, who was preparing a drink this very moment. He lifted his optics upwards and observed the three Cybertronians.
"How may I help you?" he asked, slowly and clearly.
"Then that certainly complicates some stuff..." Captain Snapdragon stated "I should hand you over to Commander Cheetor once he's back from... wherever he is right now."
"Yeah? Oookay..." Goldbug said, sounding a bit confused.
"Oh? How very interesting..." Clench replied "I've seen many bots today but somehow I might have missed an individual like this."
The mech tried to play dumb and innocent.
Speeder sighs and realizes . "My -ah - god-sister was waiting for me when I got out. No idea how or when she got here, but she's here." He explains in a clipped tone. The young 'mech's gold gaze darts about the dimly lit Scourge's, watching for danger. "Y'see, I'm not here for my health. Back home, they want me to be King in my father's place. And I - uh..."
He stops briefly.
"I don't think I'm King material, per say." Speeder says. "Hence why I'm here."
Elita's lips are sealed for the time being. She prefers to let the other two take the lead.
"We're looking for rooms. A place to crash for the night." Siren replied.
"Really?" Brawn knew that Clench was bluffing "The funny thing is... I saw someone matching this description not too long ago walking into your bar. Strange, isn't it?"
"Whatever's good for Shannix, yeah" said Grimlock.
He then looked at Stampy.
"You serious going to live in a box?"
"Pffft, no. I'm going to advertise myself as a pet for a pretty girl to adopt," Stampy grinned.
"We have plenty of rooms! But they depend on how much you're willing to pay." Scourge replied.
"Alright! I'm on my way." Goldbug replied and transformed into a golden Earth car.
"Yeah... really strange." Clench replied, still playing the game "Maybe there are more of his kind running around Axiom Nexus."
Bighorn stood in Clench's office as he was told, though he had half-opened the door to overhear the conversation outside.
"Ok then... Grimlock. You, Inferno, Prowl 2 and Stampy better go and crash at Widow's Cafe Cybertronian and you'll come up with something on the morning. Right now nothing can work in your favor sadly." Windy explained, she then turned to Stampy in particular "This could work. I would have... But is really illegal. So much that you may be sent to prison for more than a 1000 vorns or even sent to another universe, one that isn't your native one."
"Where's this 'Cafe'?" Inferno asked.
"Zone 8, Level 40. The lowest of lows. But her hostel is safe and she's good with people. I trust her, even though I don't trust the level." Windy replied.
"Damn!" Prowl 2 exclaimed.
"Jokes on you, that last one's a bonus for me!"
"Yeah, sure, I can handle myself" Grimlock said. "But if tiny over here keep going on..."
Grimlock gestures to Stampy.
"I ain't gonna be responsible for what happens."
Star Saber shrugged. "Very well."
"I'll be quiet."
"How much for a bedroom for us and one seperate for the femme over here?" Siren asked.
"Maybe..." Brawn shrugged "After all there's a dozen of you, isn't it Clench the 6th."
"Great!" Windy cheerfully nods "We may see each other in the morning. I'll transmit my frequency to each and everyone of you! That way we could be in touch in case you need something."
After some time passed, Captain Snapdragon walked in the room where Saber was.
"I have some bad news... for me. Which could be good news for you."
"Two rooms? For a single night? 140." Scourge replied.
"Yeah... call me if you find that culprit. I'll be right here, in my very own establishment." Clench replied, turning his back to Brawn and waiting him to leave.
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