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Just as Turbulence gave his weary suggestion, the Junkion Wreck-Gar spoke up the rest of the amassed scavengers, volunteering their services in excavating the large pod-coffin of Prime and transporting it to Iacon. The Autobot flyer knew Junkions were a very wonky but fiercely territorial bunch, but to show this much kindness - it was almost too good to be true. Before him or Turbulence could voice their opinion on the matter officially, the Junkions conveniently set about their work in freeing the pod from the crater; a task both Autobots would agree on needing to complete first had they done it themselves, that was assuming of course the Junkions were truer to their original nature.

It was assumed by Turbulence that Prism was on-board with his idea too as she never argued about it once, perhaps mainly because she amusingly queried Wreck-Gar about a hidden agenda for taking over Cybertron to which the Junkion laughed in response. How quaint. "I...appreciate you and your people's dedication - and optimism - in assisting us with this endeavor Wreck-Gar,"

Turbulence paused a moment and gave Prism a glance in order to gain her attention before continuing, "but I must ask is you're really prepared to do this. Iacon is roughly on the other side of the planet. Primus know how much time it'll take to get there."
Uh huh...

-eagerly awaits next post-
Paragon's End, huh? Has a fitting ring to it. Travis never anticipated their team would have a name; then again, he had not anticipated being here in the first place at all. It was clear that Felix appear proud of what had had organized and if everything was is he said it was, he had a right to be. If everyone out there was after the Paragons, including this Thadeus fellow, he will need all the help he could get.

Noting that communication would play a crucial role, Felix produce a wooden chest via a mana-created dimensional pocket, a spell that perhaps proved far more reliable than Travis' convenient carry-on. Once opened, within the box were several manadials that Felix had had previously shown and briefly demonstrated their function. It was soon afterwards that Felix had asked everyone at the table who didn't own one themselves to take a manadial for themselves.

"Much obliged," Travis replied as he took ownership over one of the manadials, "Never got use one of these before."

As he studied the fascinating little device, Nemo brought up a rather interesting point as he unclearly described his previous 'line of work.' Nemo acknowledged compromising the manadials was a part of his tasked need to track any - Travis assumed - unfortunate individuals to be in his sights. The fact that these devices could be tampered with and be modified against its owner both impressed him but also made Travis somewhat uneasy; it was the thought of being tracked was what bothered him. Who knew whom they would be up against that could pull the same thing on them. But then again, as Nemo explained before he engaged in a bit of smack-talk with Raiya, there could be a way to prevent that possibility from happening via an enchantment. If that was the case, could other enchantments be applied to the manadial too?

"As Nemo, interestingly noted, are there other functions to these manadials as well?" he Felix.
I'll have a post up a later today - currently wrapping up a few things.
@pyroman You can see me?!

I was mainly referring to that English assignment I worked on days ago. Spent nearly the entire day revising everything on it - so yeah, it better have paid off.

Prism always knew her status as a war bot, and had a firm belief that she was nothing more than a tool of destruction just waiting to be offed. She was going to serve that purpose until the bitter end, but Prime showed her the steps to a better path, where she would actually survive this ordeal and live a meaningful life. It was, on multiple occasions, so bad that she had become mere inches away from death more times and normal soldiers usually would. Sometimes she even took up suicide runs, like the memory she thought of when she saw Prime again.


I smell hinting.

I apologize for the delay again - revisions are a b!tch.

TL;DR, Prism once had no self respect or self worth, and was actually a little eager to kill herself in the name of the autobots


Wut.
Turbulence gave a very audible sigh of relief upon seeing the Matrix of Leadership still intact and rightly confined within Optimus Prime. Whatever the fateful circumstances had befallen the Autobots who bravely followed Optimus Prime, they were at least successful in sending away their prize to somewhere that was safe; supposedly safe given recent events. But with Prime now deceased, what good what the Matrix to him? What good was the Matrix to anyone now, especially considering the revered artifact's fading state?

"I..." Turbulence hesitated; he found himself stumped on the very question too, "Well...we can't just leave him here"

Looking where they had come from, he could see the the lab's silhouette within the haze that surrounded the looming structures of Kaon. Around him and Prism were the Junkions, still remaining silent but nonetheless observant of the two Autobots and their privileged quarry, "Especially not here."

Thinking hard about their situation, the only thought or parallel that Turbulence could muster was Iacon. It made sense really, at least to him; Iacon, much like Kaon was to the Decepticons, was their home city. Their turf. But much of the megalopolis had been destroyed by the Decepticon's fierce assaults. Turbulence could not even recall there ever being a sector untouched after the battle was over. That is, if it was truly over, given the skirmishes that he would hear about daily. Even so, it was still the same city Orion Pax was inaugurated into Optimus Prim.

"My only idea would be Iacon. It would be proper to return Prime there," he anxiously suggested, "We may - just may learn what to do afterwards."
Morbid much? Travis was rather taken back by Felix's unexpected and sarcastic reply. Catching the Arch-Mage's sigh afterwards, Travis eased his attention back and took a sip from his coffee-filled mug before reaching out to the inner table to fetch his breakfast items. So much for lightening the mood or stating a conversation.

Spreading a bit of cream cheese along the circular flat portion of his bagel, Travis was then greeted by Yuno in the manner of addressing the clearly evident marks under his eyes with the color in comparison with the color of his dark hair. "Oh, hardy har har." Travis replied back, mentally cursing at himself for laying down the foundation for ending up on the receiving end.

Just as everyone had assembled at the table, Felix then made a rather grim announcement with the list of names in his hands. He explained that during one of his recruitment trips, he had a fatal run-in with one of his own. While he himself made it out untouched, the fellow whose name was on the list did not make it. Travis was sure that the silence everyone had given Felix as he described the encounter became deafening. It was now evident that while everyone was fated to join this grand mission, it was not without its risks. The list of names on the small parchment in Felix's hands had now become a hit list.

Travis paused for a moment to inspect the coffee in his mug before deciding there was not enough caffeine and added plenty more sugar cubes into the mix before taking another gulp. While the threat of death did startle him, the risks involved however here no so different than his original expedition in Mexico. While the enemies they may face sounded as if they were leagues above any Disciple he had ever ran across, that concept did not faze Travis as much as it would have with most Untalents. To say he was afraid would be an understatement, the idea was terrifying. But he nonetheless still believed that he was fated to use his knowledge for something greater. Besides, he was sure there would be plenty to study on their journey of theirs and he simply could not return to the Academia empty-handed, especially AWOLing his original mission.

"I wasn't that much better off back in Mexico," Replied as he took another sip from from his mug, "so color me undeterred."
I'll be posting tonight myself. I apologize for any delay on my part. A new college project had kept me plenty busy than I would have liked.
Sorry for the delay everyone, an English assignment had kicked my butt all day yesterday.
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