The High Road: Part 1
A long journey back to Cybertron to clear the Maximal's names. Many mysterys about the present siuation, the crew and the part are solved.
PART ONE
" Hey Bucy babe....we're leaving ask the dino if he wants to come or if he's staying. " Eternity began powering up the ship. It would take no time for it to get full. She moved about checking everything and then looked at the lovely new piece of art work in her ship. " I think its post modern....very retro..." She shrugged.
Trapper
"This is maximal ship the Cheese Wedge coming in for a landing in Maximal base, Copy?"
Phyphen stared at the wolf 'bot as he walked past her.
'Well... that didn't go to well' she thought to herself.
Phyphen decided that she should maybe do something semi-useful so she left the CR chambers and went back to where everybody else was. Phyphen wandered through the hall, dragging one hand across the wall - which was making an unpleasant scratching sound.
Phyphen walked into the room and everyone was busy around her, either buried in deep conversations or dealing with the issues of running this particular vessel. Phyphen let her eyes wander around the room before they settled on a quiet corner in the back of the large room. The young 'bot shuffled over to the corner and leaned against the wall.
Ten minutes passed and still Phyphen couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep. Phyphen sat up, looked around her cautiously and then changed into beast mode.
A beautiful red fox curled up in the corner and started to drift off.
Mandrake had only grunted sourly as he forced his bulk aboard the ship. Why am I doing this? He had no answer. Just a feeling, as though he were needed. He didn't know why, but he went with them.
Hope I'm not going senile.
Eternity looked behind her. " Well.....we're full up so..." She pressed a button and the door to the ship slid shut. Eternity began pressing a number of controls at a rapid pace. " Hold on.....this is going to be.....ummm...unpleasant. We are over the maximus weight limits...but I think we can make it." Her head set was still on and she commed the Maximal base/ship. // This is Eternity...requestion permission to....err...crashland on you as soon as we get there. Also we have a new guest.//
The ship began slowly to hover up into the air. Then there was a strain felt throughout the whole ship. Suddenly the ship zipped about 10 ft and then putted along for 5. It continued to do this for the rest of the trip. " Umm....the seasick bags are located in left glove box....heh?" Eternity wasn't entirely sure if they were going to make it. // ....Umm...could you have some medical people ready just incase? Please...//
Trapper:
"uhh....Rita..."
Rita:
"What is it"
Trapper:
"We aren't the only ones heading to the base....maybe we should just airlock instead of dock?"
“We’re not docking or landing at ALL Trap.” Rita informed him calmly, “The base is coming up to US and then we’re getting the pit out of here. Off this planet and back to Cybertron. Now, don’t make me repeat myself again, how fast can this thing go?”
Vapors hissed out of the slowly opening door to the C.R. Chamber as a hand grappled for the edge holding it as the door slowly slid open. The door slid to the side, and Timber emerged holding her head and shaking it trying to clear the fog that the C.R. fluid treatment had left around it. She stumbled out of the chamber and stood a moment, the lights seeming to bright as her robotic body readjusted to the comparatively harsh world outside of the C.R. Chamber’s tender ministrations.
Slowly the wolf’s head cleared and her vision returned to normal. Her hands went to her sides, unconsciously checking to make sure her hatchets were in their accustomed place. She took a breath, realizing she was on a ship as the Xavior’s processed air washed over her olfactory sensors. She took a step forward and nearly slipped on a puddle of spilt ale.
Taking a final moment to reorient herself, Timber tentatively stepped into the hallway. Just across the room housing her C.R. chamber and numerous others, was a small med-lab that was designed to deal with anything a C.R. Chamber couldn’t. Attracted by the oddly bright light coming from the room’s open door, Timber peered in.
Lying on a deactivated scanning table was Relic’s familiar form, his tattered falling off the edge. The lights in the room were turned up to their max, obliterating any shadow. The wolf could only vaguely remember the fight, seen through the haze of some sort of shock, but she remembered the assassin’s final fall and this was a precaution she approved off. The assassin’s sword leaned against a wall, no doubt some thoughtful member of resistance having found it not far from were the dark bot had fallen, had put it near him for when he waked.
Timber looked closer, peering around the doorframe, reluctant to enter the room. Relic’s eyes were dark, occasionally he would stir slightly, as if moved by some dream, but for the most part he lay perfectly still.
Timber stepped back into the hallway feeling slightly apprehensive. She looked around, she assumed she was on the Xavior, the smooth design fitting the description she had heard from Burnout. She fumbled around a bit, trying to find some sort of control panel that she could use to seal off or lock the room but was unsuccessful. She was not terribly excited by the idea of Relic waking up and coming to look for someone to snack on, but figured that Burnout knew what he was doing… it was his ship after all. Still, the wolf decided, she might mention that to the Fuzor.
Timber turned her down the hallway towards the doorway to the ship’s common room, the muted conversation finally registering. Eager for some company she hurried down the hallway, her hands crossed over her chest as if warding off a chill.
"Timber?"
The she-wolf stopped in her tracks, and turned around, to find a very relieved Querion, clutching his mug in a hand. He tossed the tankard aside, and walked up to embrace Timber in a tight hug. His grip suddenly loosened, instead opting to shake Timber's hand.
"Areyouallright?Hopethere'snothingwrongwithyou.Whydidyoublackoutlike-" The wolf-bot's voice wobbled with emotion.
"Querion, you're babbling," Timber chided gently.
They laughed, then looked around uncomfortably. There was a still silence, as both sides figured out something to say.
Finally, Querion said, "Umm... Welcome back."
Trapper:
"no problem...from here to cybertron will take us about, five standard planetary rotation cycles(five days)....there would be a few pitstops....and besides, I am not leaving here without confirmation of the ruins in this particular system until I get confirmation and do a little exploring to find the ruins of the rumored advanced species that once inhabited this place...I've narrowed the search to this planet becuase of the nanites we found....more advanced than anything else I've ever seen...."
Rita:
"you can't be serious......you could always come back,"
Catfish:
"Besides, we have alot of things to attend to"
Trapper:
"Well....last time I was there, about half an orbital cycle(year) ago, I got into some hot water......weird thing was....as I was making my transwarp jump, my com to the spaceport clearence got cut, and as my ship was entering transwarp space, there was this great looking laser light display on a planet scale...wish I could of seen all of it, Bright green I think..."
Penji:
"....."
Trapper:
"okay, so i don't know how that has any relavance to know....lets wait for the other maximal ships here and head for home....."
Tundra, who was wandering the halls aimlessly, suddenly walks around a corner, and comes across Timber and Quieron.
She looks for a second and then says "Quieron, who's that?"
Buckshot shook unsteadily against a bulkhead as the ship jerked through space. He felt slightly nauseous, and was rather embarrassed for it- he once rode five times consecutively on the Spleen Negator at Preda-Coney Island back home, and now this shuttle was giving him the jerks?
Speaking of jerks, what WAS that old guy all about? Buckshot didn't like the looks of him- kinda quiet and bitter-looking. Buckshot shrugged a shoulder and attributed it to old age. It was like his grandpa acted all the time, back when he was a kid, with the cane and-
"Eeeppp!" he blurted out, doubling over as the ship yanked itself backwards then forward.
Dammit, you wimpy bastard, DON'T puke!
"Ooh, Bucky, I'm not feeling too good either." Eternity spoke up. "Want to come here and stabilize me?"
"Yeah, sure baby, just gimme a moment..."
Buckshot stumbled over to where Eternity was sitting, and she stood up to let him take her seat. Once Buckshot had sat down, Eternity sat on his lap and snapped the buckle over both of them. The two held each other down and their nausea was reduced dramatically. Once the mists of motion sickness had subsided, Buckshot could contemplate quite a few things to do under these circumstances, but then he remembered they were among a third party.
Holding Eternity tightly against him, Buckshot glanced at Mandrake and said:
"Hey buddy, you wanna grab a seat? This ride won't get any better for a while..."
Trapper notices that the other ships are leaving
Trapper:
"WAIT UP!!!!...matching transwarp coordinates and jump patterns....open comm....This is the cheese wedge, ready to make the transwarp jump when you guys are"
"This is Timber, a friend of mine," Querion introduced, in an off-handish sort of way, looking around nonchalantly. The wolf-bot scooped up the mug with his hands, and dangled it by a finger.
"Well. Umm, glad you're all right. I've got to go look at Relic now. See you around."
And with that, he bolted off.
Tundra looked after Quieron, and said "That was sudden..." she turns to Timber and says "so your Timber, nice to meet you."
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