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[It had started. If the strange electric feeling in the air hadn't clued him in, the fact that Dark Convoy had found him and talked with him would have cemented it. It had also given him an idea.]

Brothers...sister. Be ready. The time is soon.

To all those lacking Glyphs, I extend an invitation to you.

When the dark touch of chaos touches your minds, come find me. I may not be able to cure you of your ills, but at least in studying your descent I may find the tools to understand it.

[He has no more to say, and so he waits to see if there are any takers.]

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[He sees exactly what you're getting at...

And you're going about it in entirely the right way.]

An optic for an optic, then?

Very well. [He likes you already.]

If you provide me your schematics, I believe we can find a mutually beneficial arrangement.

[There's a short nod on the other side of the feed. Yes, that's exactly what he meant. Good to see that his offer was well received.]

You will receive them shortly.

[...and, ping! One set of schematics, courtesy of a recent trip to the Solian med-bay.]

[Things will go quiet on his end for a moment while he examines these schematics, considering what he has on hand.]

...

[And then, he sends nothing but a set of coordinates. They lead through the mazes of his hallways to a set of doors that are very difficult to get to, and very obviously locked.]

You are free to peruse my selection. Obviously, the more difficult the code is to crack...the better the reward inside. [He's testing you, oh Shock of the Waves, to see if you can solve the puzzle. If you can? You will be his new best friend.]

[There's a quiet, accepting nod from the other end of the feed as Liege made his offer. So it would be a test would it? Fair enough, it's your collection. Challenge accepted.]

[The feed clicks off shortly afterwards, with Shockwave following the coordinates and stopping upon finding himself at the entrance of the cryptic knot of hallways. He could recognize a maze when he saw one, and would take a cautious pause to surmise a few solutions. A complex problem like this often had rather simple solution, and it wouldn't be long before he comes with a new plan of action.]

[A hand reaches out to touch the right wall and keep to it as he progressed. Staying oriented was simple enough this way, as one only needed to follow the wall they chose and move forward. And while it was a tedious method, it was the most surefire way to navigate a labyrinth like this without anything to mark the walls or floor with.]

[The continuous stride forward was only interrupted to occasionally check his own coordinates. A precaution to make sure he wasn't going in circles. Now how long until the doors come into view?]

[It'd take a few hours of wandering, but Shockwave would find himself at a dead end: a room, with three doors leading out. Each door is locked, with keypads that contain equations that need solving before they'll open up~]

[Behind door #1...a tank.]

[Behind door #2...a spaceship.]

[Behind door #3...a portable canon.]

[WHICH WILL YOU CHOSE?]

[There's a distinct pause as he finds himself making eye contact with the mobile cannon. He takes a moment to scrutinize the unusual lines and mechanisms on the artillery's outer surface. There were several small details that pointed to it be of alien make.]

[He guessed it would be less agile than the starship, but it was sufficient enough to deliver him from point to point, as long as it had some flight capability. The cannon begins to get scanned.]

[The sensation of transformation seams and metal components shifting to adjust was a rare one indeed. But soon enough, it was complete. A second copy of the artillery platform hovered by the original for a few seconds before it changes back. Time to make his way towards the exit.]

[As Shockwave turns, Liege is standing there, blocking the path. His arms are crossed behind his back.]

That one is a particular favorite of mine.

[He studies how the alt-mode has impacted Shockwave's build, and a mech as perceptive as Shockwave might notice the slightest of smooth purrs coming from his engine. It is not every day that someone is worthy enough to crack his codes.]

A Phelosian 'Night-Hammer.' Quiet, stealthy, and packing enough punch to level entire cities. Of course, it is a bit slow, but I don't believe that will be a hindrance to you.

[Shockwave glances up to make eye contact, listening quietly to Liege's explanation of what he had just absorbed into his frame. He had taken a mental note of the Firstforged's reaction to his choice, very much noticing that he appeared... pleased.]

[There's a thoughtful pause in kind, taking a moment to briefly analyze the new systems that began to feed back through his neural net, much like one would suddenly notice their breathing. Some were unfamiliar, but a closer inspection back in his lair could quickly amend that problem.]

The other choices you poised are also of alien make.

[As far as he could tell, anyway. He was honestly intrigued at the decision, considering alien alts were most often chosen out of necessity rather than preference. For various reasons.]

A Prysmos siege-tank, yes, and an Andellorian Prism cruiser. They were one of the first species to achieve starflight, you know.

[He'd been shocked, when he'd first encountered them, to find their technology nearly equivalent to his own. His dealings with them had been more than fruitful, in the long run.]

I store that I find which is of interest here. [He gestured to the rooms...and beyond, back down the hallway.] There is a reason why this temple is a maze, after all. I do not want most creatures tampering with the samples I bring back from my travels.

[His feet clack loudly on the floor as he steps closer, interested in viewing Shockwave from a better vantage point.]

The gamble I took on you seems to have paid off, however. Are you satisfied?

[What better way to test the melding of Cybertronian and Phelosian technology than this?]

[Samples? His gaze drifts away to the surroundings as Liege gestured to them, taking mental notes of these details. Were the other 'samples' as lucrative? A civilization that made a vehicles of this destructive magnitude is probably facing conflicts of its own. Ones that require drastic measures - a cocktail of circumstances that could cook up any number of interesting innovations.]

[A little more preparation could make navigating the maze quicker. Yes, he'd probably be back here again at some point. His attention is quickly pulled back to Liege as he closes the distance between them. Shockwave's own body language remained as faceless as his - well, 'face'. His internal systems were what are lit with activity.]

This will significantly offset predicted problems with regards to catching a live sample.

[A 'yes', in other words.]

Excellent.

I look forward to your success.

[And to monitoring your progress. You may notice he's already taking a discreet scan of your systems--whether you wish to block this is, of course, up to you.]

Do you require assistance in navigating your way out?

[The question gets a pause as he becomes rather aware of the scan. The activity of some of the systems seem to settle, but otherwise it is left unabated.]

I can navigate from this point.

[Unless there was a second maze beyond that exit. A shortcut would be nice in that case.]

[Liege completes the scan and logs it for his own records, intending to consider it further, later, when the Glyphless have been dealt with.]

I shall leave you to do so, then.

[And without further ado--he simply vanishes.]

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[video] --> action ; HOLY SHET A TAG. sorry for taking 5ever ;;

[video] --> action ; I think I win the 'sorry I'm late' game

headcanon: liege is really professor oak.

Yup. He's gonna tell you how to get your alt-mode badges now!

can he go in the tall grass now ):

Only after he learns growl.

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Yup. Pretty much.

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