An oft-delayed landing...
* Sixshot, now almost fully repaired, watches as the Ark grows larger in the view portal of Omega Supreme. Without really noticing at first, one hand closes around a piece of the ship's interior and it starts to bend, until Omega offered an informative word. Then he stood back, optics narrowed. He'd started this whole thing to find his creator, with no clue whether Lord Shockwave was still alive, and who might have done the deed. Now, he found himself taking the awkward position of leadership. He stared at the Autobot's ship, and felt a strange pang as it drew closer. He'd never seen it before, yet suddenly had a vivid picture of the halls of the ship rushing around him, a bright light straight ahead, and a strange feeling of resignation about what was to happen...*
[Scarlett] I never would have thought a giant robot could look nervous.
* He glanced over at the human female, and shook his head.*
The war between Autobot and Decepticon has raged for millions of years. While there have been times when we have put our differences aside, it has never been easy. And despite their hatred of one another, the Autobot and Decepticon leadership have a certain degree of comfort... they know one another. I'm virtually unknown. *pause* It would be best if you and your comrades waited aboard the ship. We... cannot guarantee that the Autobots will not fire upon us.
* With those comforting words, Omega Supreme made his final approach, coming to rest in front of the Ark, the ramp lowering slowly...
[Scarlett] I never would have thought a giant robot could look nervous.
* He glanced over at the human female, and shook his head.*
The war between Autobot and Decepticon has raged for millions of years. While there have been times when we have put our differences aside, it has never been easy. And despite their hatred of one another, the Autobot and Decepticon leadership have a certain degree of comfort... they know one another. I'm virtually unknown. *pause* It would be best if you and your comrades waited aboard the ship. We... cannot guarantee that the Autobots will not fire upon us.
* With those comforting words, Omega Supreme made his final approach, coming to rest in front of the Ark, the ramp lowering slowly...