Some out of the way and oppressed world. A city wall. We will rock you.

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The siege has worn the people down. Spirits in the city are low and grey despite the food that was recently brought by that pair of unlikely looking saviors. What could you really expect from some sort of giant metal creature, and a little elf thing with a face pierced by curving bits of jewelery that make civilized people shudder to look at them

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The Odrani can't see it, but Mornbein herself is glowing now, her body and clothes seeming like a frail veil for the power within. As the ships transform slowly into mech mode and stare around with wondering red or blue optics she talks to them in a language older than humanity, a soft, rippling series of words that sounds nearly like their own spark songs. And one by one they hear her and respond, walking unsteadily over to sit or hunker down and listen.

[towby]

*Towby wanders just a little closer; she watches and listens her wings twitching as she does so. She smiles somewhat as they transform relieved and happy*

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Mornbein's pale face shows sadness as she falls silent at last and just looks up at the beings around her, seeing their intent, childlike expressions. Shaking her head slightly, she reaches out and pats the nearest one on the knee, seeming to shrink back into herself as she does.

So it's just normal little scruffy Mornbein who looks up at Towby with her slight scowl.

[towby]

*Towby flicks her wings as she walks over to Mornbein* You alright? *she asks as Mornbein scowls at her*

*Towby spares a glance around her wondering what the hell they were going to do with them now*

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"Peachy." Her scowl deepens slightly. "Don't suppose ya recognize any 'a these guys?"

[towby]

*Towby shrugs* I was re-programed. I can't remember anything of being an autobot; this lot doesn't look like any of the bots or cons from my reality.

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"Yeah, 'n they've ben wiped. I was wonderin' if you'd seen 'em in the Nexus." Mornbein tucks her hair behind her ear and frowns up thoughtfully at the blue-eyed bot that she'd patted.

[towby]

*Towby shudders* No I don't think I've ever seen any of them. Poor guys.

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Her partner walks among the captives, studying them and listening to their shells, then stops in front of a youthful looking red and blue bot with quizzical, gentle blue optics. "I know you...."

He tilts his head, then looks up at Towby.

[towby]

*Towby stands where she is watching Mornbien move wondering what the hell they were going to do with all of them. She looks at the mech and hilts her own head* You do? *she asks curious*

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"Orian Pax." The half Czarnian circles him, frowning slightly. "Sold right off the production line.... Slagging Quintessons."

[towby]

*Towby's from the RiD verse so that name just falls flat...and the quintesson thing just makes her look confused* Who's that? And what are quitessons? *she asks feeling like it's something she should know*

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"In some realities he's the guy that wound up bein' Optimus Prime. 'N Quintessons're the fraggin' bastiches that enslaved Transformers some time're other in a lotta those realities." She turns and frowns at the others, looking for a pink femme who looks like she's wearing a ponytail. And there she is. "Ariel."

[towby]

Optimus? ...wow. *part of Towby's programming's come up with warnings...she just ignores them and forces her programming to think of him as simply Orion not the autobot leader aka. the guys who's trailer she loves to steal*

*Towby growled at that* I'd happilly teach them not to do that. *she hissed*

Ariel? Who's Ariel...is that a washing powder?

((This thing hates me))