ꜱᴜᴩᴩᴇʀᴛɪᴍᴇ // ᴏᴩᴇɴ

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Characters: cyclonus + open
Location: somewhere in the rockies, i'm sure
Content Warnings: not plotted, so idk
Plot Summary: unplotted open

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WORD COUNT [ 338 ] MOOD [ hungry && irritable ] MUSIC [ Little Shop of Horrors && Spring Awakening ] TAG [ ᴏᴩᴇɴ ] NOTES [ cyclonus wants food. ]

« ⚔ »          Although he hated to leave his home, Cyclonus had no choice. His energon supplies were running low, and he was on the last dregs of whatever he had stolen from Megatron. If he didn't go out and try to find some energon soon, his levels would undoubtedly slip below critical. It was a weakness that Cyclonus could not allow himself.  Especially not out here. Fortunately, in his hasty retreat, Cyclonus had packed a few things. There wasn't much, just whatever he could grab and stuff in his subspace, but among those stolen goods was an energon sensor. Another was an energon purifier, thank the Light Bringer. Even if all the warrior managed to find were crystals, he could still make it into something worthy of a Seeker. This, he supposed, was the one drawback to his heritage; the need for a higher grade of energon. With those two things tucked away, he left the makeshift base. The so-called Rocky Mountains provided excellent cover from the Autobots' scanners, as well as the Decepticon warship. It would not be wise for him to stay away for more than a few megacycles, though. Any longer and he could risk exposure. He could be found by one faction or the other, and he wasn't entirely sure which was worse.  It didn't take long for the scanner to pick something up. A quick glance down revealed that it wasn't much, the leftovers of a Decepticon raid no doubt, but it was something. And, if he was lucky, there would be more. The Decepticons, in their rush to escape, could have forgotten to check here or there. He would investigate, just to be sure. Just to be safe. His engines roared as he transformed, dropping to the earth below with a loud crash. Standing, Cyclonus scanned the nearby area. Once he was satisfied that he was alone, at least for the moment, he entered the cave, though not before unsheathing his sword. If there was one someone here, they would not catch him unarmed. post template by Tony

[Hot Shot]

Cyclonus most certainly wasn't the only Cybertronian out in these parts on a day like today. Not long after the purple mech had entered the cave, a blue sports car with red flames decorating his hood was driving along the road. While it was difficult for humans to drive their automobiles out this way, especially at higher elevations, Hot Shot was a thrill seeker. He'd push himself as far as he could just to enjoy the view.

He had to admit Earth did have a lot of good scenery.

Driving up the mountain, he had cranked up the stereo with some Earth music he'd found during his travels on this planet. Hot Shot had to admit that this place did have a lot of good music, upbeat and catchy as all heck. 'Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)' filled the air as he pulled around a turn, stopping as he spotted what appeared to be a cave. Naturally, the young Wrecker became curious, transforming out of his vehicle mode and putting a halt to the music. Maybe if he were lucky, he could find a stash of energon here!

"Hmm.. Better to be safe than sorry I guess. Never know when you're gonna find a 'Con." Hot Shot flipped his visor down, scanning the cave for any signs of life. Oh, he got one alright, but he couldn't tell who it was, just how far down they were in the cave, or what faction they were. Friendly or hostile, Hot Shot was going to proceed with a fair amount of caution.

Switching his servos into his double-barrel blasters, the Wrecker stepped inside the cave, his visor still down. "Hey, I know you're in here! Why don't you come out and say hello?!"