Coalescence

Sureshock raised a mechanical brow and purred, “I don’t know if that would be so bad;
the blue girl is sort of my type. I wonder how open they are…”
Demolishor patted an empty compartment. The neighbors in the nearby chambers
glared out at him in annoyance. “Sorry, but you’ll do as much kissin’ as me and Jetstorm.
Now up you get. There will be a short tutorial and… well you’ll be gettin’ the
hang of it in no time.”
Side Burn lifted Grindor up to another cell. “We’ll be back to check in on you soon.”
After Donnie, Nestor, and Highwire climbed into their compartments, there was one
rather conspicuously empty alcove left. The five other robots turned to Jetstorm. He
shrugged.
“What’s everyone looking at me for?”
“Uhm. Yeah, so…What are we doing with these three?” Cybaxx’s hologram bobbed
along beside the ice giant as it dragged the frozen Decepticons from the hangar. As
though it was summoned by an unheard command, the duo was joined by an impressive
cybernetic lion covered in a pelt of thick pink fur and ornate purple and silver
fixtures. It tautened its jaw and pulled back its lips. Cybaxx stared at the rows of sharp
knife-like teeth that were revealed and attempted to placate the creature, “Not questioning
your imperatives or anything but…yeah…we’re going to need to fill out a couple
dozen forms now. For each one.”
The giant replied in a voice like thunder across the tundra, “Do what your little mind
sees right. That’s all meaningless to me.”
It gesticulated towards Cyclonus and Darkwing. As it did so, icicles snapped and
crumbled, only to be replaced by thicker, taller crystals. “Take those two… somewhere
to get them out of the way. This one,” it renewed its grip on Crasher, “Is going to the
gateway.”
“Riiight…” Cybaxx stretched the word. “I’ll put them with the former sovereign. That
will save a few requisition papers.”
“Still meaningless to me.”
Emulator glanced around the corner, she had no idea what either robot was talking
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