“… Sure… Show the way Shockers.” What was going on. Skywarp was incredibly confused, head tilted to one side, wings slightly raised in an inquisitive position. Was this one of those situations that either ended really naughty or really bad? This was… really weird. Still, he supposed he could only get answers by following Shockwave, so that was what he was going to do.
Shockwave showed him the way to his archive, which was, interestingly enough, even more heavily protected than any energon stores they had. This was history, irreplaceable and precious. Losing energon was an annoyance, or at worst it was death. Losing these things would be losing pieces of their culture, unable to ever pass them on. It’s a depressingly small collection of datapads, in his opinion, even though he’s got three shelves stuffed full to the gills with datapads, and a few display cases with various relics in them. “Welcome to my archive, Skywarp.” He might have a collection of recipes as well.
“Ooh, you got a lot of stuff.” One of Skywarp’s digits was already hovering precariously close to a datapad, the Seeker reacting much like a youngling would: instantly reaching out to poke. Then he thought better of it, placing both hands on his back to keep from touching anything.
“What’s that thing there?” Since he stubbornly kept his hands on his back to keep from accidentally touching anything he shouldn’t, Skywarp had to make do with wiggling a wing a bit to indicate the display he was talking about.
Shockwave picked it up carefully, holding it out. "It's a replica of Cybertron during the golden age. If you twist the upper half gently, it will expand and float on it's own, orbiting whatever stationary object it's closest to."
