#knightofcybertron

[mechahero]

This was new. Either he had grown or the world he was now in had shrunk or it hadn’t ever seen Cybertronian life. Wing drew back a step or two as he took in his new surroundings, suddenly concerned. He could make his way around this world, by air if necessary, but he worried about its inhabitants. Escaping to his own world wouldn’t be hard if needed; the portals could be triggered without hesitation. He didn’t want to frighten them though, so he proceeded with extra caution this time around.

Ah yes, the world he was now in was a strange one. Especially this city. Some of the citizens pointed out the giant robot that now stood in the town square while most weren’t bothered by it. Though considering some of these people looked a bit… off, with fangs, horns, or tails among other things, they were probably used to stuff like this. One citizen chuckled and shook his head at the Cybertronian just outside the city’s borders. “Oh man. Lambda’s gonna have a field day with this.” His friends laughed. “Yeah, it’s not often where he gets to make peaceful negotiations!”, another person cackled.

“Remember that one time where those eldritch horrors tried to be friendly and they tried to kill us all?”, another one asked before breaking down into laughter. “He blew their heads clean off!” More laughter followed before a horned individual gestured towards Wing. “Hey you think he’s an eldritch horror?” A green-skinned person shook their head. “No. He looks like a giant robot to me.” More chatter ensued sometimes peppered with shouts of “Someone tell Lambda!’

[smeltedknight]

Freedom

He was free. Free of the metal that incased him. Free of the moon he was enslaved on, and yes, free of leading a city. He was free to move about how he willed, but all he wished to do, was return home. So thats where he went. At this point he had no clue whether he was in his universe or not, but Theophany had come into view. The remnants of their city, torn asunder and spewed across the landscape. Empty, quiet. So lonely, and yet, construction.

“Who has returned here before me?” The massive knight puzzled, He was sure the knights wanted nothing to do with home, most fled or remained on the mobile moon, but someone had come back. Landing his ship on the outer edge of the city, amongst the ruined buildings in what was once a city square, he disembarked, taking in the devastation, and yet ahead, progress. There were signs of life now, and a great deal of work had been done by so few hands. 

Soft and deep he called out. “Whom has returned here? Have my Knights returned?”

[driftsetadrift]

(㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) + finger

*Looks rather confused for a moment them smiles*

“Wing what are you up to? Did I leave some batter from my baking on that finger or something?”

[blackaxedknight-blog]

@knightofcybertron

Axe had been wandering the vastness of space after the Tyrest incident. Until one day, he finally came back across the destroyed Crystal City. It was being rebuilt? But by who?

The black Knight flew in for a closerlook; heavy pedes touching crumbled dirt. Looking around, he spotted Wing. But...he was dead. How could this be? Was he seeing a ghost? He’d gone through so much in the past months. 

“Wing?” Asking with a cautious voice as he walked closer to the white Knight. 

[majesticallyadventurous]

@knightofcybertron // continued from (x)

(๑ↀᆺↀ๑)✧

✫- As she followed close to him, the towering buildings caught her attention. She’d certainly love to know more about this place, one day when she gets the chance. “Wow..have you been here since the War?” She asked.

There were so many turns and corridors, her emerald vision glowing against the walls along with his yellow ones. Her vision gazed up at the dome as he activated the pistons. It was very interesting to see some parts of the city still active. “Understandable, that storm looks pretty rough.” Fasty says, with servos behind her.

[firstlieutenantjazz-blog]

♪ @knightofcybertron

He hummed quietly. ::You did mention that. Would you send me a few? I’d love to see what it looks like there. Maybe one day, if you would allow, I could even visit. If not, I’ll understand. You’re still welcome to visit mine any chance you want.::

♪ Jazz grinned, visor brightening. :: O’course, man. Lemme get some set up for yah. I got a few from my last hideout, though I ain’t there anymore, and some from the current forest. :: He chuckled. :: Oh, sure. When things get safer, you’re good to visit, Wing. I promise yah that. ::

[itsahaiku]

I'm not who you think I am.

“I am not sure *who* I think you are friend.” Looking over the white mech before him. “A swordmech, a knight perhaps? Such a rare thing in our time you are.”

[defectiicon]

There isn't much these days that startles Wing, if only because it simply isn't there to do so. But the silence in the city makes for an interesting echo chamber, letting him know of the presence of storms outside when the dome is closed as it is now. Only what he hears is far from a storm. It's fast and loud, too much so to be even a sandstorm for certain. Concerned and alarmed and with no other way to see from the inside what has arrived, he leaves the safety of the city to investigate.

Sparkplug’s the first to notice the stranger, and the first to approach; wings flared and a claws ready to tear if he turns out to be a threat, the small Seeker inches closer before coming to a stop just outside of touching range. “Who’re you and what do you want?”