NOT SPOILER FREE.
Your premier. General, Lord, Admiral, I don't care * what you call it.
ㅤ 𖬺 it's important that i do so, because.ᐣ
( She does not care about the mech's reaction, hardly meeting her optic as she states her demands. A feisty one, this "Solila". )
Your premier. General, Lord, Admiral, I don't care * what you call it.
( She does not care about the mech's reaction, hardly meeting her optic as she states her demands. A feisty one, this "Solila". )
ㅤ this ... goliath seems quite the threat.
( She does not care about the mech's reaction, hardly meeting her optic as she states her demands. A feisty one, this "Solila". )
I am Solila. Zertonian.
( If Roboto were to scan her ... well. He'd find out they're more similar than they are different, despite appearances. )
I am Solila. Zertonian.
( If Roboto were to scan her ... well. He'd find out they're more similar than they are different, despite appearances. )
( Solila hesitates, strongly now, her visor's bright blue optics narrowing in Lightbright's direction. )
My mission is 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑. We—Aggorians and Zertonians—are to unite, releasing 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡.
He must be killed.
This is her will.
( Solila hesitates, strongly now, her visor's bright blue optics narrowing in Lightbright's direction. )
My mission is 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑. We—Aggorians and Zertonians—are to unite, releasing 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡.
He must be killed.
This is her will.
What 𝑎𝑟𝑒 you?
( This robot is much too small to be a Cybertronian, isn't it? But then again ... 𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 Cybertronian, in a way. )
Waving his arms around, Roboto was showing that he meant no harm.
❝ Friendly❗, Friendly..❗S--Sorry I didn't mean to scare you stranger ❗❞
What 𝑎𝑟𝑒 you?
( This robot is much too small to be a Cybertronian, isn't it? But then again ... 𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 Cybertronian, in a way. )
Looks left
Looks right.
I think void rivals is the superior IP that should be tied to transformers instead of G.I JOE and i will die on this hill.
Looks left
Looks right.
I think void rivals is the superior IP that should be tied to transformers instead of G.I JOE and i will die on this hill.
( But the evidence was plan in front of her. More giant, metal aliens, her Handroid unable to discern the distance between herself and the Sacred Ring ...
Solila couldn't feel the presence of Zerta anymore. )
( But the evidence was plan in front of her. More giant, metal aliens, her Handroid unable to discern the distance between herself and the Sacred Ring ...
Solila couldn't feel the presence of Zerta anymore. )
( Her balled up fist strikes the wall on her side. She only seems to recall the wall's sentience afterwards, her helmet's optics growing remorseful for just a moment. )
( Her balled up fist strikes the wall on her side. She only seems to recall the wall's sentience afterwards, her helmet's optics growing remorseful for just a moment. )
( Solila is ... perhaps slightly taller than a human, but not mechanical either, despite her appearance.
She takes a step back towards the opening in the wall that she'd crawled out from. )
I assure you, this wasn't on the agenda.
( Solila is ... perhaps slightly taller than a human, but not mechanical either, despite her appearance.
She takes a step back towards the opening in the wall that she'd crawled out from. )
I assure you, this wasn't on the agenda.
( Her questioning tone seems to be more for the talking device on her right hand rather than Lodestar, but once again her Handroid has nothing useful to give her.
With a mutter and a glare, Solila crawls out and into the large open space ahead of her. The furniture is ... huge. )
( Her questioning tone seems to be more for the talking device on her right hand rather than Lodestar, but once again her Handroid has nothing useful to give her.
With a mutter and a glare, Solila crawls out and into the large open space ahead of her. The furniture is ... huge. )
[ Nothing in the database, Solila. ]
I was speaking with Zerta, and awoke ... somewhere within 𝑦𝑜𝑢, it seems.
[ Nothing in the database, Solila. ]
I was speaking with Zerta, and awoke ... somewhere within 𝑦𝑜𝑢, it seems.
( Cue Solila retracting her spear, soothing a hand over the small gash it left in the wall. Sorry, mystery voice. )
... I am Solila.
( Cue Solila retracting her spear, soothing a hand over the small gash it left in the wall. Sorry, mystery voice. )
... I am Solila.
Are you alive?
[ ...Me, Solila? ]
No, not 𝑦𝑜𝑢. Wherever we 𝑎𝑟𝑒.
Are you alive?
[ ...Me, Solila? ]
No, not 𝑦𝑜𝑢. Wherever we 𝑎𝑟𝑒.
No, no–stop!
( With an indignant noise of shock, she uses her spear to pierce either side of the tunnel, skidding to a halt. )
No, no–stop!
( With an indignant noise of shock, she uses her spear to pierce either side of the tunnel, skidding to a halt. )
[ Negative, Solila. ]
[ Negative, Solila. ]
( * 💭 VERY poor timing. )
( * 💭 VERY poor timing. )