Despite what Vector seemed to think, Solus has never traveled far from her original purpose.
Oh, she's traveled, fleeing with the same grief and betrayal that caused their surviving...family to scatter to the various quadrants and dimensions of the universe. Traveled and learned and always, always built, sometimes leaving towering, intricate relics in her wake, when the joy of their creation passed into lonely bitterness.
Never weapons. Not again.
But she always returned to her original home; monitoring, updating, correcting, soaking in that vast Presence that alleviated her grief, at least temporarily...
She had dozens of boltholes like the one Vector Prime now found her in, strewn throughout asteroid fields and abandoned worlds. This was her oldest. The most 'lived in', with creations strewn about in sometime closest to her old ways.
She's long since keyed the doorways to her surviving siblings spark-signatures - but she's had only a handful of visits in the past eons. So Vector's sudden appearance is enough to make her start, jerking visibly over the heat of her forge as she turns and stares.
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Oh, she's traveled, fleeing with the same grief and betrayal that caused their surviving...family to scatter to the various quadrants and dimensions of the universe. Traveled and learned and always, always built, sometimes leaving towering, intricate relics in her wake, when the joy of their creation passed into lonely bitterness.
Never weapons. Not again.
But she always returned to her original home; monitoring, updating, correcting, soaking in that vast Presence that alleviated her grief, at least temporarily...
She had dozens of boltholes like the one Vector Prime now found her in, strewn throughout asteroid fields and abandoned worlds. This was her oldest. The most 'lived in', with creations strewn about in sometime closest to her old ways.
She's long since keyed the doorways to her surviving siblings spark-signatures - but she's had only a handful of visits in the past eons. So Vector's sudden appearance is enough to make her start, jerking visibly over the heat of her forge as she turns and stares.