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Characters: Wing, Open Location: Unknown Planet Content Warnings: N/A at the moment Plot Summary: Wing continues his fight for the freedom and protection of all sentient life-forms, never knowing who or what he may encounter in the process
Tracking slavers was easy, particularly when one knew where to look. A casual glance would gain nothing, but, when someone looked for the very specific footprints these types left in their wakes, they were almost impossible to miss. Fortunately, Wing had been doing this long enough to know where to look and what to look for. It had gotten disappointingly easy over the years. Disappointing because he had thrown a proverbial wrench into so many slaving operations, and there was always another to be found.
Dressed in dusky brown cloth, a luxury on his home planet of Cybertron that he had found in impressive quantities on the organic planets beyond, he crept from the shadows of a rock formation, scanners carefully deployed for any nearby life forms. None so far. The slavers were keeping to their camp. Good. That also meant that their living cargo was all in one place.
With all the grace of an Earthling cat, Wing slipped into another shadow, edging his way closer, boots making not a sound. He would need to ascertain what he was dealing with before he made a move. And patience was the most important part of scouting. Moving slowly and carefully was key. He knew that, the longer he was gone, the more time Dai Atlas would have to fume. Let him. Freedom was the right of all sentient creatures, and Wing could think of nothing better to do with his time than battle the injustices of the universe.
With that in mind, the warrior slunk to the edge of an outcropping, overlooking the camp. Ah, he thought, optics scanning the valley below, not so many. This shouldn’t take long at all, if he did it right. He crouched as low as he could, using darkness as his shield, his glowing optics shaded by his hood. He began to count as best he could, how many milling bodies were moving about below.
It felt as if Cyberwarp had been travelling for ages now. She hadn't stopped since leaving Cybertron with the exception for a quick break, getting away from her own Combiner group. She just couldn't let such horrid things happen to innocents. And yet, she knew what would befall her with her betrayal if she were caught. Megatron's DJD, while she only knew of them from stories, were a very real terror.. and one she preferred to never find out for herself.
Transforming to root mode, she walked along the unfamiliar planet until she could reach a good place to rest and refuel. The femme didn't know where she was going to go, but as far as she could get from Cybertron was definitely preferable.
She sat down near a rock formation, noticing a nearby camp that had to have been from the locals. She wasn't even aware of the other Cybertronian presence nearby. All she wanted was to drink some Energon, recharge for a short time, and off she would go. As she took out a small container of Energon from her subspace, she stared directly into the liquid. Her features reflected right back at her, including her Decepticon insignia.
Cyberwarp frowned.
The femme sat the Energon aside, curling up slightly as she muttered to herself. "I shouldn't have left... What was I thinking..?" Anyone who was in the area surely would have heard her.
Twenty or so. Not bad. He could handle them if he dealt with a few at a time, drawing them out in small groups and attacking from a carefully laid ambush... He reached into his cloak, gripping the daggers sheathed at his hips. Now then where to-?
His internal question was cut short when his scanners caught something. A spark signature, nearby. Very nearby. He hadn't even noticed the bot's approach, he'd been so focused on his target. Sloppy of him.
Carefully, Wing slid back from the outcropping, back into the formation. He would find out who this new player was before he made his move. There was no telling if they were friend or foe, and he had no desire to be attacked from behind while dealing with slavers. Gloved hands tapped rock faces as he crept through the thin corridors between the rocks, moving silently toward the signature. When he came to a place where all he needed was to peek around a bend, he paused. Then, after a brief moment, his scanners assuring him that the signature had not moved, he looked.
He hated the way his processor immediately sized the other Cybertronian up, searching for obvious weak points and calculating physical strength. A femme, smaller than him, but, that meant nothing. His gaze fell on the Decepticon insignia and his mouth turned down. That in and of itself spelled ill. Still, she looked distinctly unhappy...he watched as she curled up, obviously distressed. "I shouldn't have left...What was I thinking...?"
He paused. Left where? Who? What? Cybertron? A comrade? The war itself? He didn't know. But, one thing was certain, he couldn't leave her be. He didn't know how she would react to his dealings with the slavers...if she allied with him things would go much smoother...
He moved again, allowing his foot to scuff against the ground audibly.
"I beg your pardon.." he kept his voice calm and pleasant, sliding just slightly out of his hiding spot.
He didn't emerge enough for a clear shot, but, he did at least make himself visible.
Royal blue optics immediately widened as she heard that voice, turning and staring at Wing as if Cyclonus were right there in front of her, judging her for leaving. She couldn't spot an insignia on this mech, especially when he was covered the way that he was.
Was he a Decpticon?! An Autobot? There was no telling.
And so, she did the first thing she could think of. She got up, pulling out her blaster and holding towards Wing. Just by how shaken she was, it was obvious she was not threat. She didn't even have it in her to shoot unless this mech tried to attack her.
"Who are you..? Are you a Decepticon? If so.. I.. I can't go back. I can't go back to Cybertron. Please don't take me back there." Cyberwarp shook a bit more. She was positive that she wasn't fooling this mech in the least, and only a single glance at her would have proved that to be the case. Just a scared femme on the run with no destination in sight.
Wing wasn't sure what he'd really been expecting. Defensiveness? Hostility? Not outright panic. Yes, she was holding a blaster, but, it was obvious that her mental state was impairing her ability to use it. He held up his hands to show he was currently unarmed, and stepped from his hiding place. His optics glowed yellow in the shadows of his hood.
"Calm down. I am not a Decepticon. I'm a friend," whether or not she believed him didn't matter. It was out there now, a reassurance, "I don't plan to take you anywhere...I was merely curious about your presence here."
Wing allowed goodwill and a sense of peace to flood his EM field, knowing that it would help him seem as safe as possible. He dropped to one knee, settling. He did not move closer to her, nor did he make any sudden movements. He maintained his distance, his posture relaxed, movements slow and controlled. He was giving control of the situation to her, perhaps not the wisest choice to the outside observer. But, his instincts told him it was right.
"My name is Wing. What is yours?" he kept his tone clam and soothing as he spoke.
This mech wasn't a Decepticon? Then was he an Autobot? Someone neutral? Either way, the way he spoke instilled some manner of calmness to Cyberwarp. She lowered her blaster, but didn't put it away just yet. If this was some sort of trick as to lure her into a false sense of security, she was going to need it.
The mech's name was Wing, and he was now kneeling. Maybe he wasn't trying to trick her.
"My name.. is Cyberwarp." The femme relaxed a little more, finding it in her to talk. "I.. recently fled from Cybertron. My friends are still there, but.. I couldn't stand taking part in what they were doing. The innocent lives who were being harmed by their actions. For the Decepticon cause." She glanced aside a little before looking back to Wing. "I'm not even sure why I'm telling you this. I just.. want there to be peace. For this war to be over and for the fighting to stop. I already know what happens to Decepticons who flee. I know I've taken a horrible risk at leaving."
Fear in her optics was replaced by sadness, dropping her blaster onto the ground by her ped. "I don't even know if what I did was right or not. My friends need me, but I can't hurt anyone else."
Wing remained where he was, still save for the slight fluttering of his clothing. He felt a sense of relief overshadowed by approval when she lowered her blaster. There. They were already making steps in the right direction. In response, he slowly lowered his other knee, sliding both legs beneath himself and sitting back on them, posture upright but relaxed.
She began to talk, and he listened. Wing had always prided himself on his ability to listen, just as much as his ability to use words to diffuse a situation. Had she been able to see his faceplates, the would have been the target of an encouraging little smile, one that Wing himself wasn't truly aware of.
Her plight was...an unfortunate one. But, he felt a small seed of respect for her. She had spilled everything to him, a complete stranger, which showed just how desperately she needed someone to understand why she was doing what she was doing. That need for peace. How fortunate it was that he, a member of the Circle, had found her. What she had done, leaving Cybertron behind, was not so different from what he and his fellows had done at the beginning of the war.
He waited patiently for her to finish, optics flickering briefly to watch as her blaster fell before returning to her face. He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
"...In my experience...doing the right thing is often the hardest path to take. I think that you have demonstrated great courage in allowing your empathy to guide you, despite knowing the risks," slowly, he reached up and pulled his hood back, revealing himself, "I understand your sentiments about peace. I am a member of the Circle of Light, and we removed ourselves from the war long ago in response to the violence and hatred that came of it."
He again settled his hands over his legs, still kneeling.
"I will admit that I am biased," that little smile was back, "But I believe that you have done the right thing by choosing not to participate in your comrades' actions."
He paused, thinking for a moment. It would make Dai Atlast very upset....but, Wing rarely did as Dai Atlas told him. Besides, he believed that Cyberwarp was sincere. He had never heard of a bot who could display such desperation through acting.
"Where are you headed? I can offer you safety within my home, if you wish. First, I must attend to our neighbors," he nodded to the encampment not so far away, "But, after that, I would be more than glad to assist you if you are in need of a place to go."
Cyberwarp watched with surprise as the mech slowly lowered his hood, revealing his face to her. She didn't quite understand the need to hide himself in such a drastic measure, but certainly he had his reasons.. much as she had her own at the moment. It was that alone that reminded her of how she and her comrades would disguise themselves using Light Benders, hiding right there in plain sight and sneaking their way into Autobot territory.
"The Circle of Light..? I thought they were just a legend, but I guess that can't be since you're here." Wing really seemed to trust her, and it confused her greatly. They'd only known each other for a few moments, but he was already offering her such encouragement.
And a home.
"I don't know where I'm going. Just.. as far from Cybertron as I can go. I'd.. love to take you up on your offer, Wing, but.." The femme paused, glancing aside. "I'd be putting you and your friends in danger. Surely once Megatron hears of what I've done, he'll send troops after me, and that's if my friends don't find me first.. if they're even that anymore. I'm honestly surprised you're extending so much trust to me. We've only just met." There was something else about what he said that peaked her interest, and it was the mention of these neighbors. Just what was Wing going to do to them?
"I don't mean to pry, but.. what are you going to do with these neighbors? You're not going to harm them, are you?" Oh, if only she knew what was going on.
Wing's optics remained unerringly focused on her. That was the usual response. The Circle had been rather quiet about their leaving, after all, not wishing to incite any resistance in their departure. After all, Dai Atlas was well-known for his time spent serving Nova Prime and, later, Cybertron itself.
He gave an understanding nod at her refusal, having expected it. He was just a stranger, after all. But, the offer stood, and he had done his duty in giving it. Now, she knew that there was a place for her to flee to, should she need it.
"I very much doubt that Megatron, or his lackeys, could find where we are hidden. We have remained as such for millennia. But, I respect your decision, and appreciate your concerns. Know that the offer remains. As for trust....how are we to fight against the hatred this war has bred if we do not extend a little trust to each other? I stepped out on faith, literally, and you proved that you had no wish to harm me," he smiled.
Then, his attention was drawn back to the slavers. He turned his head in that direction, optics narrowing slightly.
"I hope that I do not need to do harm. But, this is a...difficult operation. Our neighbors are organic slavers who have made camp here to...ensure that their merchandise is cared for," he stood, slowly, "It is my goal to relieve them of their captives. Freedom is the right of all sentient creatures, after all. If I can do this without killing, that would be most preferable. I believe that I need only incapacitate them. But, if it comes to life-and-death..." he trailed off, pulling his hood up over his head, "Then I will fight for my life and those of the creatures I wish to free."
With Wing's explanation of how long the Circle of Light had remained hidden and that the offer still stood should she change her mind, Cyberwarp's optics widened with interest. Maybe she could give it a try. If they hadn't been found in that long of a time, what were the odds of Megatron finding them now? But that in itself was the risk. What if they could track her and she did take Wing up on his offer? There was also the question of could she really trust him. He was being so nice, so wonderful.. It was easy to just jump right in, but she still remained wary.
..It wasn't something she was proud of.
"I appreciate that, and maybe.. one day I can learn to extend that same level of trust to you. That means a lot to me that you'd be so willing to trust someone so quickly. Aren't you concerned that I might attempt to stab you in the back? Sell you and your friends out? I.. I could just be pretending all of this right now, but.. I'm not. I promise that I'm not. If I join you, and even if I leave.. I promise I won't tell anyone about the Circle of Light." If he trusted her as much as he claimed, he would hopefully believe her.
Of course, before they could do anything, there were these slavers as the mech put it. "That's.. horrible." Wing didn't even know these people, at least Cyberwarp didn't think he did, and he was already putting everything on the line to help them. It was incredibly honorable, even if crazy. Why risk so much for those who aren't your own kind? But then again.. hadn't that been exactly how the femme had felt when she ran away from Cybertron, halting Cyclonus and the other's plans of harming the Autobots in such a cruel way?
She watched as Wing put the hood back up and began to walk away. Thinking for a moment, she got up and extended a servo to reach out. "Wait!" What she was about to do was completely absurd in her mind, but at the same time it just felt like the right thing to do.
"If you wouldn't mind.. can I help? I don't know how much assistance I'll be able to be, but if there's anything I've learned while being a Decepticon, there's strength in numbers. If we work together.. maybe we could free the captives."
Wing looked back at her, giving a soft chuckle as she asked if he was worried. Worry wasn't something Wing did. Preparedness was. If she'd made a move against him, he would have defended himself, and that was that. But, her question was legitimate.
"That is a concern to be considered, yes. But, in my experience, those who pretend to be lost are not nearly as convincing as those who truly are. But, I will warn you, as peaceful as the Circle may be, we are by no means unable to fight. We have many to protect and would not take kindly to someone entering into our home with the intention to harm," he inclined his head, "I thank you for your assurances. And I believe that you are sincere."
He moved around her, still maintaining some distance, to look into the valley beyond, his expression smoothing into something a little less kind than before. This maneuver put his back to her, but, he was willing to risk it, since he truly did believe her. If anything, his brief discussion with Cyberwarp had given the slavers a little more time to settle down and become sure of their security here. A good thing.
"Yes, it is horrible..." he said softly, almost to himself.
This kind of injustice...for someone who proclaimed themselves a disciple of the Knights of Cybertron to remain inactive in the face of it was almost a sin. He could not truly understand why his brethren chose to do so, just as they could not understand his need to venture out. In that, he was perhaps the most radical of the Circle. But, he would never be able to live with himself if he did not intervene.
He'd just reached into his cloak to withdraw his daggers and begin his attack when she reached out to him, calling for him to wait. He did so, pausing midstep, hands still within his clothing. He looked back questioningly.
Her offer of help surprised him. Slowly, he withdrew his hands from his robes and turned back toward her again, cocking his head just slightly. He observed her for a moment, processor turning. She was a soldier, someone who was used to fighting. The way she'd held her blaster previously had proven that, but...
"I do not mind," he moved toward her, just a little, "But, Cyberwarp, you left the Decepticon cause because of the violence of their actions, yes? I do not wish to put you into a position where you would be expected to fight if you prefer not to."
Even with all the risks that came with trusting someone like Cyberwarp, Wing still believed her sincerity. Only the femme knew just how truthful she was, and while Wing was easy to convince, others wouldn't be as willing to give her a chance. Who knew what the other members of the Circle of Light would think. Were they as trusting as the mech?
With the current issue before them, Cyberwarp had other things to consider at the moment. While Wing was right in his words, there was so much more. Could she fight these creatures if it came down to it? She truly didn't want anyone else to get hurt, but there already were civilians who had been harmed. If she stepped in, would things be worse? Could more lives be saved?
"I know, but.. They're in trouble, right? If I don't fight, then those innocent lives could be further endangered.. and you. You're wonderful.. and while I'm not sure if I can truly trust you, I don't want you to perish like this either. If I had to make a choice.. I would rather help those in need than run from a fight I don't have to be involved in. It.. wouldn't be the first time." Fighting in a combined form? Easy. Fighting those you're combined with while fighting an enemy? Extremely difficult, especially when you aren't the one in control of the form.
"I feel that if I join you, I could learn something from this."
Wing nodded slowly as she spoke, his spark lifting just a little. His judgement had been good. Very good. He had, against the odds, found a kindred spark in this Decepticon. He edged just a little closer, folding his arms over his chassis in contemplation. He would not deny her the opportunity to prove whatever she needed to herself. And her concern over him made him smile. It was kind of her, as was her compliment. Wing wasn’t one who was often complimented, and he was not immune to the warmth her concern for him, and opinion of him, brought.
“…Very well. If you are set on joining me, I will allow it,” he observed her again, thinking, “I have a proposition: while I deal with the guards and, if necessary, serve as our distraction, you free the captives. It is my goal to help them commandeer the ship and direct them to safety. Is this agreeable to you?”
His plan would keep her out of the fighting as much as possible. And, any deaths that may occur would be on his conscience alone. She could focus on helping others.
Cyberwarp honestly wasn't sure what Wing was going to do. She wouldn't have faulted him if he had told her not to help, but that wasn't what happened at all. Wing was going to let her help, and was even as generous to give her a task that would lead to less chance of her having to fight.
She could take care of the captives while he handled the slavers. It was a mission unlike any other that she'd had to preform, but this was far easier than anything she'd ever had preform before. So long as she could prove to the captives the same thing that she had tried to prove to the mech, then everything would be fine. There was no telling whose side they were on, let alone if they even knew what an Autobot or Decepticon was. Was that why Wing was disguised?
The femme made a mental note to herself to ask him about that later.
"Alright. I'll wait for your signal and then I'll go for the prisoners. I'll do my best to get them to safety, and aid you only if you absolutely need me to." Truthfully she wanted to help him take down the slavers to ensure greater odds of the rescue, but there was no point in arguing. Time would have just been wasted, and who knew what would happen in that time frame.
"Best of luck to you, Wing."
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