Some out of the way and oppressed world. A city wall. We will rock you.

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The siege has worn the people down. Spirits in the city are low and grey despite the food that was recently brought by that pair of unlikely looking saviors. What could you really expect from some sort of giant metal creature, and a little elf thing with a face pierced by curving bits of jewelery that make civilized people shudder to look at them?

Still, the little one has shown remarkable skill in bullying the city guard into shape, and now she and her metal friend have them standing on the wall, her black hair blowing in the wind as she stamps on the metal one's shoulder and claps. Soon the entire city has stopped and is staring in wonder. The beat swells as the guardsmen join in, fearless and proud, throwing a challenge to the beings who've held them locked within these walls for so many years.

And then Mornbein starts to sing, her voice a carrying roar that soon finds echo from the throats of the massive guardsmen all around her.

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Mornbein watches her, and then whistles up a portal and steps through and away.

The Head of the Odrani Guard watches this, then walks over to where Towby sits, his expression concerned and worried. "Why did she go?"

[towby.livejournal.com]

*Towby's engine's humming a low note intended as reasurance to those of her own kind around her. She looks down at the guard* She's retrieving something to help me and mine. *she replies* Do not worry she shall return shortly.

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At her words he looks at the silent ships. "These are people like you?"

[towby.livejournal.com]

*Towby nods* They are...only I doubt they know it.

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"I don't understand." He turns back to her.

[towby.livejournal.com]

*Towby's wings twitch* Think on it this way. If you had lived all your life believing and being taught that you were something that you were not. Would you know what you really were?

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His brow furrows into a frown. "They think that they're flying boats? Will you be able to help them?"

[towby.livejournal.com]

*She sighs* I hope so; I really do hope so.

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A black line appears in the air next to them and opens out to a portal, through which steps Mornbein, her baggy black T-shirt drawn up so as to hold something and glowing softly. Towby will hear a soft song.

"Incoming sparks. Git the @#$%#% frag outta my @#$#@$ way."

[towby.livejournal.com]

*Towby quickly gets up and moves out of the way allowing Morbein free reign of the situation* Move it! *she shouts at anyone who doesn't move quite fast enough*

*Towby can hear the song as she tilts her head as she listens to it*

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One would wonder how Mornbein is handling Cybertronian sparks with her bare hands. They might wonder how those sparks are surviving on their own.

Or they might just gape as the sparks float forward at a soft command from the girl and swiftly find shells, more of them than had first appeared coming from Mornbein's body itself.

The City Guardsmen are gaping, their eyes slitted with amazement and fear.

[towby.livejournal.com]

*Towby watches with aprehension; she doesn't bother thinking on the hows and whys (she likes her logic circuits functioning thankyouverymuch) she hopes this will work*

*she notices with amusement that the guardsmen look afraid smirking her lets her engine rumble just a notch louder*