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Characters:Hypnos , @windblade Location: Siberia Content Warnings: TBD Plot Summary: Following up on a lead, Windblade tracks down a missing Decepticon
The forest was naturally quiet this time of year. Snow falling, ice in the rivers crackling, wildlife skittering about; any other time of year these sounds would've been unbroken.
Today was different.
A mixture of fear and elation boiled around in Playback's spark, mostly in regards to his mission. He was going to meet her again. After nearly three decades of 'searching', searching being an operative word for asking every human he came across, he was going to finally do what he came here to do. Save his charge. Hopefully she would be grateful for finally being rescued, and if not...
Playback sincerely hoped she wouldn't be annoyed with him.
The Decepticons had been the party to actually tip him off to his boss's location, unsurprisingly. They needed every able-bodied servo to help deal with the Autobot threat, and it now fell to Playback to determine if Hypnos was still able bodied. A small part of him hoped the humans had just disassembled her on the spot.
His tires carried him far through tundras and forests, though after a certain point he began to ice over. The minicon transformed only a mile from his destination: an old Soviet compound frozen for decades, and what could potentially be his boss's resting place.
Windblade's senses had picked up on something around the area a time or two.
She was no stranger to this part of the world in her explorations in tracking down Decepticons or trying to find any traces of this great evil Primus had warned her of. Something of which had still eluded her. But, Windblade hadn't given up on that divine mission, nor the mission she had joined the Autobots in Crown City in doing and that was tracking down fugitive Decepticons. Surprisingly, her senses had picked up on something on what appeared to be an abandoned base.
However, her pace was slow as she soared over the area, uncertain if the base was truly abandoned and due to the cold weather having iced over her turbines a few times along the trip already. It was already dangerous enough flying in such weather but add a possibility of humans around only made the task more difficult. That was why the Camien seeker was taking time to pass over the base a few times, looking for signs of life before she decided to lower herself closer and transformed to land onto the pavement.
Optics scanning the base, she didn't immediately pick up on Playback, finding herself more focused on the presence she was sensing. It was stronger now. Such a feeling as this made her armor crawl, causing her to grab her Stormfall Swords while retracting her wings behind her back, slowly making her way to the nearby buildings, "And I thought the city of Kaon gave me the creeps, this is something else entirely." She muttered under her breathe.
It wasn't normal for Chromia to ask why, most of the time. She liked things being cut and dry, since that's how a lot of her dealings on Caminus were. When Windblade had apparently picked up a Decepticon with that magic sniffer of hers, or something, Chromia didn't hesitate to go along with her. In hindsight, she should definitely asked where they were going. Some foresight would have been greatly appreciated.
Even if she'd taken an alt-mode that was better suited to snow, there wouldn't have been a doubt that she'd still have loathed every minute of it. The cold sucked. Even through her alt-mode, she knew there wasn't a doubt that Windblade could practically hear the frown on Chromia's face. The sports car had been dutifully trudging along as her friend soared in the icy skies above, silently cursing the blacksmith who hadn't given her wings instead of wheels.
There was nothing in any direction for kilometers around. If the cold wasn't going to get her, the boredom would.
"H-how... much-h... further...?" She desperately asked. Chromia'd been carrying a heater with her, but couldn't exactly switch it on until she transformed. Another instance of perfect forethought on her part.
Suddenly, the nothing in every direction was filled with something.
She watched patiently as Windblade scoped it out, before her friend transformed and touched down next to her. Chromia promptly transformed as well, albeit a bit slower by comparison. Chunks of ice and snow cracked and shattered as her form bent and contorted. Reaching desperately for the small heater, Chromia switched it on. A small glow enveloped her, pushing away the cold for now. She still wasn't happy about it, though.
"Sure it's not just the cold? I think it's the cold."
Just as the cold was falling to nigh intolerable levels, a glimmer of opportunity rose up on the horizon. The base! Swindle had been dead on, for once. Like a glimmering oasis in the midst of a vast ocean of sand, the old Soviet facility stood. Granted, it was almost completely frozen over and in a serious state of disrepair. Didn't matter to Playback; he only needed hangar 2 to be fully intact. His prize was waiting inside.
He didn't try to imagine what nearly three decades of solitude in spark-chilling cold could have done to a person, let alone one like Hypnos.
As if on queue, a noise began to rise on the edges of Playback's hearing. It was the drone of a vehicle's engine... no... several. He dove behind a nearby snowdrift in his brief confusion to see a few squads of snowmobiles, snow plows and winterized trucks roar on past him.
Humans...?
Indeed they were, all sporting winterized combat armor and energy weapons.
M.E.C.H.
Playback had heard some rumors about them out of the Nemesis. Far as he knew however, they were defunct. So why were they suddenly out and about in Siberia in the dead of winter?
His processors knew the answer before they committed it to formal thought.
"No.... no no no.... NO!" He panicked, the sound of his voice drowned out by the winds. MECH was here for her, for Hypnos! No doubt, the mission would be lost of MECH managed to bust their way into the hangar and cart off a Decepticon Outlier before Playback did. He had no prior plan, and now with the addition of the humans, he wasn't sure what to do at all.
So consumed by his indecisiveness, Playback neglected to notice the two Autobots arriving in the distance behind him.
"Sorry Chromia, I wasn't quite expecting to pick up anything since it was so minor until now." The Camien seeker apologized, glancing at her friend and body guard with an apologetic look. The weather was rough for flying and driving, but she could only imagine how cold the blue femme had to be.
Squinting her optics against the freezing winds Windblade could make out the defunct base ahead, their destination within reach. "Definitely just not the cold." Windblade confirmed as she began trudging through the snow, "Besides wasn't it a certain someone who told me to always follow my gut when its telling you something is up?" She reminded, glancing back at her Amica as she moved into a sprint towards the base ahead.
Though as she was making her way there the flier did take note that the snow seemed disturbed, causing her to slow her pace for a moment. Those were fresh vehicle tracks and they were heading in the same direction they were going. Were there humans there after all? She hadn't picked up on organic life as she was moving above before, but suddenly it seemed everyone was converging on this location. "I would say there is definitely someone or something here everyone wants." Windblade observed, having a sinking feeling in the pit of her spark. She figured this could be a straightforward mission to round up whatever or whoever was here and get back to the Crown City base within a day.
She should have known better by now than to be hopeful.
But she had barely begun to sprint again before she faintly heard a voice over the wind, though it was hard to make out exactly where it was coming from. "Oh come on, who else could be here." She said with disbelief, scanning the area for a moment until she spotted the minicon among the snow, "A minicon?"
Chromia forced out a grumble as her student fed her own advice back to her. She was pleased that her lessons had stuck around for so long, although she knew Windblade was deriving a bit of satisfaction from being able to return the favor. Luckily, for both of them, Windblade picked up the pace as to deprive Chromia of the opportunity to formulate a witty comeback in time. She hurried alongside her Amica, still clutching the heater close to her chest. Last she checked, Primus hadn't endowed her with some mystic sixth sense dedicated to feeling out evil...
But even Chromia could feel that.
This place was nothing but bad vibes. It felt evil, old and hateful, being thawed in the sun. She was quietly thankful when Windblade struck up more conversation, lest she keep focusing on all the harsh mojo. "If you picked up on it, at all, must mean that there's something nasty around here." Chromia's optics darted back and forth for a split second. "I mean, that's how it works, right?" Primus, she meant. That's how Primus worked; she just didn't want to sound extra dorky by saying it aloud.
Chromia dropped into a combat-ready stance just a moment after the sound struck the pair's audials. No way anybody was getting the drop on them in a snowstorm. "What?" She questioned, looking in the direction her amica had been facing. Sure enough, there was a rather exasperated-looking minicon stopped in the snow just a short jog away.
Throwing subtlety out the window, Chromia barked out a "HEY!", and broke into a sprint. It really wasn't fair, however. By the time she had practically closed the gap, the poor minicon hadn't yet processed what was happening, and had just sort of panicked in place.
Before Playback could accurate process the situation, he lamented. Why did it have to be Autobots? And then the big blue one was on him.
Oh.
AUTOBOTS!!
Before he knew it, big blue's hand was clutched around his neck. It was never pleasant whenever he was reminded just how tiny and inconsequential he was, and in this case (and most others), it was the act of being lifted clean off the ground. His dignified response was to sort of helplessly flail in place, combined of course with a round of healthy terrified screaming. Normally when Autobots got hold of him, pain followed close behind.
Now unobserved, MECH continued their expedition as planned. They'd parked most of their vehicles next to one of the few visible buildings left standing, what could have only been an aircraft hangar at some point. The troops unloaded their equipment-laden vehicles and got to work on unsealing the long-abandoned structure.
Playback, meanwhile, continued to have a bad day, even more so now that the big blue one's fist was clenched and ready to plow straight into his face. Apparently, she hadn't taken kindly to his terrified babbles, having been unsuitable for answering her questions.
He hoped that this one was the bad cop, because if she wasn't, he was in trouble.