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What a pathetic sight he must have made, being hauled along by the Autobot Prime like some useless cannon fodder! Dreadwing was glad then that he had not brought backup for this mission, for no self-respecting Decepticon would ever have allowed themselves to be bodily picked up like a misbehaving sparkling much less by one of the enemy’s number. The seeker could do nothing however but bear the indignity, and he did so in a fashion that befitted his mood: with a clearly unhappy countenance.
“Because I am the only one who would fight back,” He snipped back sarcastically, and then snorted, because it was true: Prime was about as likely to take a shot at human aggressors as he was likely to leave Dreadwing here.
Each step jostled his wounds, and while he was fairly certain that they did not pose a danger in the form of critical energon loss, Dreadwing had no doubt that he’d likely end up bleeding all over Optimus during the course of this ill-conceived attempt at a rescue mission. He bared his dentae in a grimace, his legs dragging behind until the Prime lifted him up higher so that he did not have to try and stumble to keep up.
The dig at his own honor made the seeker bristle anew in indignation. Optimus had apparently struck a nerve! “You are one to talk, Prime! While The Decepticon Cause emancipated the oppressed, you sought to keep the status quo the way it was to prevent ‘violent upheaval’. You cannot criticize me without looking at your own complicity in a corrupt system!” Dreadwing seethed… and perhaps not just at the gall of the Autobot.
There was no denying that the Decepticon Cause had started out with revolutionary intentions, but over time it had evolved into the very thing it had sought to destroy and replace. Dreadwing, however, had spent a good majority of his existence dedicating his very spark in service to his Lord and Master, and serving had become so integral to his very identity that any threat to it was met with instant hostility, regardless of whether or not that criticism was warranted. It was easier, after all, to just pretend nothing was wrong. Dreadwing was a master at deceiving himself in this manner.
(Still, still… his mind whispered treacherous things about how the Prime was right. He forced them into silence.)
His injuries throbbed, a vicious reminder of his mangled back. Dreadwing sneered at Optimus then when it became apparent that the Autobot was not going to concede to leaving him behind. Prime was ridiculously persistent in this, a trait that might have been endearing were it not for the fact that Dreadwing had the urge to claw at him for being so stubborn, when he should have just fled and saved himself. The very thought of being hauled even further, whether it be over Optimus’s shoulders or on his vehicle mode, made the seeker snarl at the very image. “Neither!”
Each motion made, each step taken, Prime carried Dreadwing further from the initial blast zone. He wanted Dreadwing out of harm's way. He was careful in certain areas to not hurt the large seeker as best he could when totting him around. He could only wish that Dreadwing didn't see an Autobot carrying a Decepticon, but rather someone who saw value and would want them to last longer. It was still troublesome to the Prime to see that view point practically in neon signs when interacting with others.
He chose to let Dreadwing's sarcastic snipping pass for now. He was in no mood to argue and fight right here than any more necessary. This had him huffing under his mask. Maybe it was just due to him carrying a huge mech and he needed his breath.
So much energon was spilled and some of it was on the ground, and the rest was on him. He has had much more energon spill onto him in the past. Yet this time it didn't settle in so well with him. As if anyone would be able to settle in knowing that they are coated in the blood of anyone on them. This helped his hand clutch a bit more to Dreadwing's side, helping the larger mech stay close by while he takes faster strides. No more energon to be spilled here!
One to talk? All this energon wouldn't have been spilled, "I have tried peaceful ways of change. Yet violence quickly arose when Megatron gained power. Violent power only breeds more violence. Are you willing to live knowing that those that are incapable of defending themselves are at the mercy of those that feel empowered by this form of hierarchy?" He glanced at Dreadwing before looking ahead, "Peaceful avocation allows a greater amount of sound minds... Tell me, have you seen anyone aboard the Nemesis feel safe?"
Speaking of safety had his gaze turning back to the helicopters before he grunted. They're closing the distance and the reply to his question made his brow lift. Welp, time to make a decision for Dreadwing, "Neither? Truck it is" Underneath his mask a big smirk painted his face while he releases Dreadwing for a brief moment. Once that moment had passed, a truck was beneath Dreadwing which was preceded by a solid thunk. Yet to add a little bit more... Carry on wayward son began to play silently in his cockpit.
Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more
And he knew that trucking will have a very grump Dreadwing and so he gunned it, heading to the edge of the deadzone while pinging Toolbox constantly for anything.
“Your peaceful protests got us nowhere in the old Senate! At least Megatron took action to help the people,” When this had turned into a political debate, Dreadwing did not know, but given that they were currently running for their lives to escape sadistic humans bent on vivisection, he didn’t think politics were a good topic. Still, he felt the urge to get his piece in, for evidently it had hit a nerve. “Your people would see my kind returned to the bonds which kept us subservient!We tried doing it peacefully, asking nicely for our freedom, but the Senate did not take kindly to it. No, Prime, violence was the only way that permitted us to slip the yoke of oppression once and for all.”
And just to be sure Optimus didn't believe he won that round, the seeker primly snipped, “One is safe aboard the Nemesis if one is competent at their job,” He believed himself clever enough to have avoided Prime’s word trap… without realising he’d fallen right into it. “The only time one has anything to fear is if they have displeased Lord Megatron by failing him!” He did not talk of how everything seemed to displease Lord Megatron these days.
Dreadwing spluttered in indignation at the Prime’s words, but spluttering turned to a pained hiss as the other bot released him temporarily. He was allowed to buckle only so far before Optimus had transformed into his vehicle mode, cleverly positioning himself to that the seeker landed on top of him. “This is utterly absurd, and you are utterly absurd,” He uttered through clenched jaws, indeed very grumpy, having no choice but to cling on to the huge truck for fear of slipping off as the Prime put metal to the pedal. “You are lucky I am so injured, otherwise I would claw you for this indignity!”
Yes, it was lucky indeed there were no Decepticons around to witness this.
The seeker continually pinged the Nemesis as they bumped along through the forest. Each time the truck jostled him, Dreadwing cringed in pain, though by now he’d become numb to the majority of the agony. Eventually, they passed beyond the boundary of the communications blackout zone, and what had once been static finally
“Finally...!” He breathed, relieved that they both had made it this far without being captured for dissection. “Commander Dreadwing to The Nemesis, I require immediate evacuation and a ground bridge to the medical bay.”
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Optimus didn't want the impeding helicopters and buzzsaws to torment their minds. He wanted something to keep the thought of death away, even if it meant politics. Though he would have chosen a topic the two would enjoy if he knew more of this mech. "As the humans of this world have said. The pen is mightier than the sword." And just to keep Dreadwing from speaking up even more of how his leader is in the right for fighting and bringing so much death... He found a nice rut to hit. One that isn't too large to launch Dreadwing, but a jostle. "Sorry, this terrain is still rough."
When Dreadwing spoke of someone being safe if they did their job Optimus huffed a bit, "My team learns from their mistakes and grow. But what will Megatron do to you if you return empty handed and injured?" He gunned it when there was enough flat ground for his wheels to tear through. He was more careful now as he averted the debris on the ground to give Dreadwing plenty of time to think over things.
"Absurdity can bring change. As I know Megatron is well versed with absurdity way back when." Once through the blackout zone he slowed down so the Nemesis could get a more accurate positioning. Though he will have to wait for Dreadwing to make his coordinates before depositing him and scurrying a good distance away, "Dreadwing... please stay safe and do not do anything absurd." Well that felt relaxing to say that as he sets Dreadwing down before moving onwards to make his own call for his groundbridge.
Prime seemed to be taking particular umbrage at hearing the honest truth of the origins of the Decepticon movement -- they had been freedom fighters, in the beginning, striving to remove the chains and shackles of oppression. They hit a bump and the seeker let out an agonized wheeze of vents. Oh, yes, he was certain ‘the terrain was rough’! He hadn’t thought Prime capable of being so petty. Dreadwing resolved to claw the Autobot the next time they met upon the battlefield for this.
“Lord Megatron will not be pleased,” The seeker replied stiffly, “I imagine I will face punishment for my failure today.”Dreadwing did not elaborate what would likely be done to him. Optimus Prime may have given his team the luxury of being able to learn from their mistakes without dire consequences for them, but there was no room for weakness or repeated errors within the Decepticon Cause. Coming back empty handed after falling for a human trap and getting himself nearly blown up while trying to save the life of a sworn enemy was not likely to endear himself to his Lord and Master, and he was already falling deeper and deeper out of favor.
The Cause had started as a movement for freedom, but did it truly stand for its founding values when even Optimus knew that Megatron would likely punish Dreadwing severely for the outcome of this day? He was not yet ready to let go of his blind loyalty to his Lord, of course (it would be a long, long time until that happened, though perhaps sooner than anyone might expect), but- perhaps the Prime was right. It rankled him to even think such a thought, and he would never admit it out loud, but he nevertheless was right. Dreadwing sneered.
Finally, finally, they passed beyond the kill zone, and communications came back to life. Dreadwing was grateful when he was deposited on the ground, for at least it meant and end to the ridiculous method of transport that the Autobot had come up with.
Before the Decepticon ground bridge opened up, however, the seeker turned to look over his shoulder -- no easy thing, considering his injuries, and his face twisted with pain the action caused. Dreadwing studied the Autobot then, long and hard, as if trying to work out some puzzle that he could not quite answer. Optimus… had shown him kindness. It... had been a long time since anyone had shown him kindness, and any Decepticon would be rightfully confused. ‘Stay safe. Do not do anything absurd’. Something stirred in his spark then, something strange and foreign and unexpected.
“Prime,” he called then, before his voice… softened, inexplicably. “... Optimus. Why did you do this? Why did you save my life this day?” It was a repetition of his earlier question, yes, but- Dreadwing needed to know.
Given what had happened here, Optimus could only hope that Dreadwing was valuable enough to not endure such harsh punishments when returning to the Nemesis. It just churned his tanks at the thought of Megatron reacting to what his soldiers do not bring him. He has heard stories and they were not the happy ending ones.
Once they had left the dead zone, he could hear his communications clear up and Toolbox on the other side. That had him relaxing a bit before waiting for Dreadwing to make his call. He quickly transformed and allowed Dreadwing to slide off easily while helping him stand. His optics gazing over his body to look for any energon leaks or holes in his being.
He was too busy looking for any new wounds or what not to notice the look he had gotten. The sound of helicopters making their way had him glancing back to them before turning his gaze upon Dreadwing once he spoke. Yet he asked about why he said that and that unnerved him because he couldn't think of a proper response. "You're a soldier with great morals. That is a rarity now a days..." Optimus does know Dreadwing likes to lay traps for others, yet he warned the Prime about a trap they were in!
He knew his questioning cost them precious time, time enough for their human adversaries to get ever closer and closer, but the seeker had to get his answers before they went their separate ways to safety. Dreadwing turned Optimus’s words over and over in his mind. ‘Great morals’? What did that mean? Did he refer to the honor by which he strove to live by? Or to the fact that he’d risked life and limb in saving Prime’s life, and had been horribly injured in the process?
The sound of helicopter engines reminded him of the urgency of their flight away from the blast zone. Now was not the time to ponder. He regretted it, and wished they did have more time, for now there were questions he now needed answers for.
A short distance from his location, a ground bridge opened - one from the Nemesis, as the vehicon stationed on the bridge to tend to all incoming and outgoing portals pinged in a split-second later. Dreadwing did not yet stand to pass through (in hopes that his request had indeed been routed to the medical bay; he did not think he was in good enough shape to face his Lord and Master just yet), waiting patiently until another ground bridge materialized not far from where Optimus stood and watched. That will do.
Sufficiently satisfied that the Autobot too would reach safety before MECH reached them, Dreadwing heaved himself painfully to his feet. “I will not forget this, Prime,” he called, and meant it. “But do not expect me to lessen my blows the next time we meet in battle! As far as I am concerned, we are even.” He had saved Optimus’s life, and Optimus had then saved his, satisfying any sort of debt his honor might have demanded he repay… right?
The seeker turned, and limped his way into the ground bridge. There was undoubtedly a trail of energon left in his wake, but with any luck, he would survive this. He had survived worse before. Dreadwing passed out of sight, and seconds later, the ground bridge winked out of existence.
The questioning did cost them some time and Optimus knew it. He looked to Dreadwing while he thought of what Dreadwing was possibly thinking. A moment passed before he glanced to the encroaching helicopters and soon ground vehicles to haul them off. A short grunt came from him before his optics fell upon Dreadwing once more. Seeing his groundbridge appear helped his spark rest more easily.
"And do not expect my blows to land softly either." He rolled his shoulders while keeping his mask on to hide a small smile. The sound of a second ground bridge was hear and now he turned to it, knowing it was his. The sound of Dreadwing dragging himself through his portal had him sighing before making his way to his own portal.
Now he could only hope that he got to the med bay before meeting with Megatron. How could he stay with such a menace? It wasn't right. Optimus kept going and going while the gate closed behind him. The two far away once more. While on Optimus's end he stopped short of walking into a rack of collectibles so he can gaze into them in thought. One was of an airplane with wings duct taped back to it. "I can only hope he makes it through..."
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