ooc. punt her rude ass on the street lowk

You cannot possibly fathom the depths of my situation. I have a duty to my people, and I cannot do that from ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.

Your premier. General, Lord, Admiral, I don't care * what you call it.

Yes. I demand to see your Premier at once.

( She does not care about the mech's reaction, hardly meeting her optic as she states her demands. A feisty one, this "Solila". )

( Solila stares strangely at the mechanical being—Roboto—as if to say she doesn't quite believe him. )

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. )

No, no. The Sacred Ring is my home. It's ... You seem the devout sort.

( 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.

( HEAVILY squinting from behind her helmet, the visor mimicking her eyes. )

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. )

( WHATHEFUAWKIZHAT. )

ooc. real. give me more solila!!!!!!!!!! and more proximus!!!!!! also i want to see hotrod and springer being bros with aliens more

ooc. yes yes yes

✶ — - 𝓡𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇

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.

I awoke inside of your .. titan. I thought perhaps I was back under the surface of the Sacred Ring.

But I ... I don't feel her presence anymore. 𝑍𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎.

I don't know.

Zerta spoke to me. Pulled me from battle, I ... was facing Proximus. I'm still not convinced this isn't an ill-timed dream. Or the 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.

[ All reports indicate you are alive & awake, Solila. ]

( There goes her talking hand again. )

Quiet.

( ... )

( With a harsh sound, Solila grabs at the face of her helmet tightly, her fingers trembling with the force.

The thought of the assault on Aggoria—the union of her people—continuing on without her was painful. Darak must be doing something so 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑 right now. )

𝑈𝑟𝑟𝑔ℎℎ ... ( * 💢 )

𝐶𝑦𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛...? No, that's ... It's not possible. No.

( 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. )

... I'm sorry.

I should not strike 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

( Although begrudging, Solila apologizes and steps away from the wall, as if she'd repeat her mistake. )

The green one & the ... red one. I don't recall their names! They are on the Sacred Ring now, heading the battle! Where 𝑎𝑚 I!?

( 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. )

ooc. he is a creature

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 people are there too.

( Not a lot of what she's saying makes sense right now. )

Release me. I 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 rejoin the union. The lives of my people—and many others—depends on this.

( Her hand twitches, glowing eyes flickering between the two large robots before her. Perhaps she was brought here to retrieve soldiers. Soldiers to battle against Goliath .. )

𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 of you??

( 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.

What the hell 𝑖𝑠 this...?

I need to leave. Darak—The 𝐴𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑠 need me.

Cityspeaker?

( 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. )

𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 of you? ( * Solila can't keep the mild disgust from her voice, retracting her palm from the wall. Handroid makes a failed attempt to search for the name "Lodestar". )

[ Nothing in the database, Solila. ]

I was speaking with Zerta, and awoke ... somewhere within 𝑦𝑜𝑢, it seems.

Get in 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒? I was in battle.

( Cue Solila retracting her spear, soothing a hand over the small gash it left in the wall. Sorry, mystery voice. )

... I am Solila.

( * Phew. )

Are you alive?

[ ...Me, Solila? ]

No, not 𝑦𝑜𝑢. Wherever we 𝑎𝑟𝑒.

( As she continues through the crawlspace, Solila finds herself suddenly shunted through by—seemingly the wall itself. )

No, no–stop!

( With an indignant noise of shock, she uses her spear to pierce either side of the tunnel, skidding to a halt. )

What curious infrastructure. Handroid, 𝑎𝑛𝑦 information? ( * crawling through part of Lodestar's interior. LOST. )

[ Negative, Solila. ]