Inside A twisted Derelict
This was it, after several cycles of waiting, going in and out of stasis lock from the severe damage and the boredom of inactivity; there it was! An Energon signature! Massive, meaning a Cybertronian vessel! Typically, Sixshot would have preferred to avoid them; as the Autobots held no love for him and would have loved to take his frame apart to see just what kind of technology was inside of him and how their mortal enemies had created the Six-changer to make him so, and also the fact that no Decepticon captain wouldn't hesitate to claim the massive bounty on his head ever since his desertion. Alas, this was a desperate moment; since that accident with his cruisers transwarp drive had not only destroyed his cruiser, and offlined his entire drone crew and ended up crippling his legs, rendering him little better than a scrap pile; practically a prisoner inside of the derelict. but also sending him to some utterly fragged-up section of the Galaxy, a place that he would have gone to willingly mind you.
"Well, beats wasting away in this junk heap..."
His decision final, Sixshot drags himself from the wall he had been laying on up for the past few cycles, towards what remained of the cruiser's command console; propping himself up on the thing before staring towards the general direction of the ship his sensors had detected.
"Let's see... In the direction as that red ball of dust, fourth one from the local star... And since they didn't pick up the distress call..."
Going through the numbers, the ruined six-changer sighs to himself as he starts to perform what he believes is the stupidest thing he's ever going to do and most likely the last if he made even one tiny miscalculation... With that in mind, Sixshot launches himself towards the void; floating for a few minutes before he arms his leg-mounted plasma missiles, aims them towards an exposed bank of charge capacitors and energon cells that was meant to power a battery of plasma cannons before he lets them loose...
Just outside the view of the bridge of Liege Maximo's flagship, there was a sizable bluish-green explosion not too far off from where they were, in terms of interstellar distance anyway. Still, the explosion was too small to cause any alarm for debris damaging the ship's hull.
This was it, after several cycles of waiting, going in and out of stasis lock from the severe damage and the boredom of inactivity; there it was! An Energon signature! Massive, meaning a Cybertronian vessel! Typically, Sixshot would have preferred to avoid them; as the Autobots held no love for him and would have loved to take his frame apart to see just what kind of technology was inside of him and how their mortal enemies had created the Six-changer to make him so, and also the fact that no Decepticon captain wouldn't hesitate to claim the massive bounty on his head ever since his desertion. Alas, this was a desperate moment; since that accident with his cruisers transwarp drive had not only destroyed his cruiser, and offlined his entire drone crew and ended up crippling his legs, rendering him little better than a scrap pile; practically a prisoner inside of the derelict. but also sending him to some utterly fragged-up section of the Galaxy, a place that he would have gone to willingly mind you.
"Well, beats wasting away in this junk heap..."
His decision final, Sixshot drags himself from the wall he had been laying on up for the past few cycles, towards what remained of the cruiser's command console; propping himself up on the thing before staring towards the general direction of the ship his sensors had detected.
"Let's see... In the direction as that red ball of dust, fourth one from the local star... And since they didn't pick up the distress call..."
Going through the numbers, the ruined six-changer sighs to himself as he starts to perform what he believes is the stupidest thing he's ever going to do and most likely the last if he made even one tiny miscalculation... With that in mind, Sixshot launches himself towards the void; floating for a few minutes before he arms his leg-mounted plasma missiles, aims them towards an exposed bank of charge capacitors and energon cells that was meant to power a battery of plasma cannons before he lets them loose...
Just outside the view of the bridge of Liege Maximo's flagship, there was a sizable bluish-green explosion not too far off from where they were, in terms of interstellar distance anyway. Still, the explosion was too small to cause any alarm for debris damaging the ship's hull.
