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Ravage drives them out of the Plaza and up to the gate, which is being guarded by Clobber and Garboil--a deep green warmech with a single optic, and a cobalt blue condorlight, the same frametype as Laserbeak and Buzzsaw. She transforms, grabbing one boombox with each hand, and sets them down on the ground.
"At ease, you two," Ravage says. "Blaster's come up for a visit. He's not the Blaster from our universe."
Clobber relaxes visibly.
Ravage turns to Blaster. "Welcome," she says. "You're now in sovereign Destron territory, but you're welcome to spend the afternoon with us here."
They might be calling it an Embassy, but it qualifies as a good-sized base. However, there are some public buildings just outside the gate--it looks like they're building an inn or an oilhouse or something like that, and there's also a public office and a small library. Inside the gate, there are several residences surrounding the central building. There are also civilians inside the gate, including some juveniles, and a juvenile humanoid organic with purple skin. There's a scratching noise inside Soundwave's chest and he laughs. "Viridian, eject," he says, and she does, leaping down to go and join some of the other younger residents.
Soundwave turns to Blaster. "Well," he says, "if we're trying to make friends then I'd hope you wouldn't harm my cassettes, but most of them have other alt-modes now. To be quite honest, I was thinking of retiring the deck, but Viridian likes to rest in there. And Rosanna's a pop star, a singer; you'll like her. But we'll talk inside."
There is a throne room in the main hall of the main building, but beyond it, their private residence is modest, although they don't have to fetch their own energon--a bot who looks like a sanitation model brings the cubes, and a plate full of elaborate gelled energon treats.
"Thanks, Suckerpunch." Ravage grins and dismisses the other bot. "You have to try these gel pastilles, Soundwave makes them himself. He's been spoiling me for the past four million years."
Ravage drives them out of the Plaza and up to the gate, which is being guarded by Clobber and Garboil--a deep green warmech with a single optic, and a cobalt blue condorlight, the same frametype as Laserbeak and Buzzsaw. She transforms, grabbing one boombox with each hand, and sets them down on the ground.
"At ease, you two," Ravage says. "Blaster's come up for a visit. He's not the Blaster from our universe."
Clobber relaxes visibly.
Ravage turns to Blaster. "Welcome," she says. "You're now in sovereign Destron territory, but you're welcome to spend the afternoon with us here."
They might be calling it an Embassy, but it qualifies as a good-sized base. However, there are some public buildings just outside the gate--it looks like they're building an inn or an oilhouse or something like that, and there's also a public office and a small library. Inside the gate, there are several residences surrounding the central building. There are also civilians inside the gate, including some juveniles, and a juvenile humanoid organic with purple skin. There's a scratching noise inside Soundwave's chest and he laughs. "Viridian, eject," he says, and she does, leaping down to go and join some of the other younger residents.
Soundwave turns to Blaster. "Well," he says, "if we're trying to make friends then I'd hope you wouldn't harm my cassettes, but most of them have other alt-modes now. To be quite honest, I was thinking of retiring the deck, but Viridian likes to rest in there. And Rosanna's a pop star, a singer; you'll like her. But we'll talk inside."
There is a throne room in the main hall of the main building, but beyond it, their private residence is modest, although they don't have to fetch their own energon--a bot who looks like a sanitation model brings the cubes, and a plate full of elaborate gelled energon treats.
"Thanks, Suckerpunch." Ravage grins and dismisses the other bot. "You have to try these gel pastilles, Soundwave makes them himself. He's been spoiling me for the past four million years."
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