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Characters: Glowstrike, @steeljaw, @pulsar, Open Location: Crown City Colossus, Crown City lake side Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Glowstrike has brewed up some terror by the lake side at the Colossus, but it seems recent sights of her insect mode have drawn the attention of more interesting company.
Glowstrike crawled along the side of one of the metal wings of the Colossus, staring down at the strangler humans who were presently hanging out or visiting the landmark. For the most part, she had avoided being spotted outright, and others had mistaken her for an exotic bug of some kind in the area, a quick blur too swift to immediately make out what she was. The shadow cast by the upper parts of the statue made it difficult to see her outright, and she amused herself with watching the humans for the past few hours, content to sit there until she finally felt bored.
Spreading the thin metal covering her translucent wings, she finally pushed off from the hard surface, soaring around the statue a few times, clicking her mandibles and listening for the reaction. It was almost immediate, sounds of shocked gasps and horror, even a few screams among the crowd, quickly followed. She remained higher up, making it difficult to judge what exactly kind of Earth insect she really was until she dropped down at the base of the statue, where the statue seemed to be rising from marble platform. Giving a soft hiss, Glowstrike stomped forward, forcing cracks into the structure beneath and causing the humans finally break from their frozen terror and rush to return to their vehicles.
The organic creatures hussling about like little ants was more than enough to cause her to chuckle, watching them scramble and struggle before they were speeding out. She even moved around to where the road lead in and out of the landmark, spotting the security guard's jaw drop and screaming like a little girl as he took off on foot, fumbling with his radio as he went. "Hmm, I could make a habit of this." Glowstrike mused to herself, finally returning to where the statue faced out towards the lake, and across she could see the highway where it led out of the city itself. "Not a bad view either." She muttered to herself, transforming to her robot mode at last and stretching a bit, popping a few joints before she sat down cross legged on the base.
A little terror checked off the list for the day, scaring away the final visitors of the early evening and leaving what she expected to be time to herself. What Glowstrike was really there for though was a little time to contemplate what she had been learning over the course of her personal investigation about the rumors of Autobots among her underlings, and having gradually learned there was more than just this small crew of Autobots to worry about.
One of the 'humans' had been simply enjoying her day off spent at the lake, not so much the sights, but the opportunity to blend in among them. To her, Earthlings were willfully ignorant of the fact that their lives did not stretch on for eons, or that they weren't invulnerable. Pulsar was, so as a human she'd been given the luxury of being truly carefree; as carefree as a human could be, perhaps not a Mutacon. She still felt it, even in a place like this. That corrosion. It was a faint thing even now, gently tugging at the corners of her perception, but it was there. The distant call of home, although it would never be her home again.
Pulsar's thoughts evaded her as a massive flying distraction soared down to terrorize the other humans. She neglected to join in their shared panic, opting instead to stand still just outside of the Insecticon's peripheral vision. The Mutacon wasn't at all concerned with the danger posed by the Decepticon, and was in fact quite amused by the display. Sure, she'd done her share of toying with humans in between spying on the Autobots and Decepticons, but nothing this overt. Standard Cybertronians could get in a lot of trouble if they went around exposing themselves like this.
The human woman audibly yawned just off to Glowstrike's left side, announcing her presence.
"Just showing off and scaring everybody like that? Come now, where's the class, the showmanship!"
Once more Steeljaw found himself lurking around Crown City. Staying in his vehicle mode, he hid in plain sight as he looked of anything and everything that he could use to take down not only Bumblebee and his group of Autobots, but something to use against Megatron.
Surely the other Decepticon was already sending others to watch him, but who was to say he necessarily needed to find something to use to his advantage today? Something to give him an idea; A head start of sorts. Finding others to join his cause would definitely be of benefit.
He watched as a large insect passed by, the pathetic humans already scattering. No Earth insect was that big. Surely this had to be a Cybertronian of sorts? Of course, he could always be wrong, but it was what came next that cemented his theory. They transformed, only to be joined by another who disguised themselves as a human. It wouldn't take them long to notice that there was one vehicle that had not left, but he would stay where he was, watching as the two interacted with one another.
Curious though.. how the one hid themselves as they had. It wasn't a normal trait for a Cybertronian to have that level of transformation. Organic, yes.. but not to the point of shrinking themselves down and looking like the species of the planet down to every detail.
Someone was quite curious as to how this would go.
"Hm, I suppose I could have handled that with better finesse than I just did. But, sometimes its the amusement of simplicity that can be just as entertaining I'd say." Glowstrike didn't immediately acknowledge the one who was speaking with her. Her glowing yellow optics remained fixed on the horizon, the sky being bathed in red, orange, and hints of yellow and pink. It was almost a perfect sight, so calming, so serene...how dull.
Turning her attention away from the view, Glowstriker's harsh gaze turned towards what appeared to be a human. But the way they spoke, certainly didn't sound something a human would say for their own kind. "Then again, I didn't realize I would have an audience present." She spoke in a smooth tone, almost an air of sophistication despite how relaxed her posture was. To say the least, she was a tad curious about this being before her.
Pushing herself to her feet, Glowstrike jumped down from the statue's base and down to face the Mutacon one-on-one. Her stance was not threatening nor was it completely lax, caught between expressing interest and caution at the same time. "But one thing I have come to notice about these humans is they tend to exaggerate, their minds twisting the image they see before them when in a state of panic and fear. I find the thrill lies in what they think they saw rather than what they really perceived in front of their very eyes."It almost sounded strange to find such a thing amusing, but what else was there really to find so thrilling on this backwater planet she and her fellow Decepticons from the Alchemor had found themselves stranded upon.
But from the corner of her optic she hadn't failed to notice one vehicle still remained. She turned her head ever so slightly, eyeing Steeljaw's form, wondering if someone in their panic had forgotten their vehicle or someone else was listening in. She was oh so tempted to make it clear this person should show themselves, but this situation was already proving interesting with the one before her, perhaps with a little patience it would become even more so.
The woman smiled back. It wasn't everyday she met another being who appreciated fear seemingly as much as she herself did. Here she was expecting the Insecticon to simply spit a glob of acid back at her, much less start up a conversation about the connotations of fear with a total stranger. Glowstrike's posture betrayed her attitude, not that she intended to conceal it. She was intrigued... curious about what exactly was speaking with her, threatened to a degree as well? Maybe.
Pulsar's not-eyes caught the subtle shift in the Decepticon's vision, just a few degrees off to the left past her. Being a mass of liquid metal had its perks, and a three hundred and sixty degree field of vision was among them. The Mutacon spotted the 'vehicle' waiting behind the duo as she kept her 'eyes' on Glowstrike. Neither of them reported to Megatron, as far as she knew. She had watched the Alchemor crash on the outskirts of Crown City, a reward for her diligent observations over the years; the Autobots were quite quick to track down the runaway prisoners, which made this one in particular's choice to flaunt herself all the more perplexing. They were stretched thin, she gathered. Everything was changing faster than Pulsar could analyze it. Lapses in memory, judgement. Sometimes she forgot her name, and sometimes she called herself the name of another. Events happening out of the order she lived them in, her grip on the world draining. At least she'd identified a suitable roster of candidates to help ease her out of her condition.
It was finally time. At such a critical juncture in history... now was the time to make her move at long last. The human unfurled her arms as their skin and clothing turned to chrome.
"Memory tends to betray you when you need it the most... you remember events differently, magnifies your emotions, in particular fear."
The 'human' shed off their form, transforming into a growing mass of silver plates gliding over each other like oil in water. It was quite an organic-looking transformation... their wasn't even a single edge or hard corner on the Mutacon as her body began to take shape.
"Or maybe, I'm the one that distorts your perceptions... I certainly have a knack for it."
Pulsar's 'true' form, if one could call it that, finally took proper shape. She was covered in emissive icy blue lines, accentuating her silver form like a set of spotlights on a stage. The Mutacon met her new friend at eye-level, a coy smile formed on her lips.
"Hello, Glowstrike. I trust your journey to Earth aboard the Alchemor was pleasant; although, I believe you enjoyed the shore leave that came with it a great deal more."
A Mutacon and an Insecticon.. Both would serve well on his team, or at least that's how Steeljaw had felt. It was just him and Flich for the moment, but he was going to need to build a much larger army, trick more to join his side if he wanted to succeed in his plans to take over the Decepticons. He didn't necessarily care what happened to Cybertron. This world was beginning to grow on him, and he wanted to make everyone else see that.
A world for Decepticons.. What a place it would be~.
Steeljaw listened as the two femmes spoke to one another, quite interested in their conversation. Mutacons were incredibly rare, though he had heard stories of those who could transform into more than just a vehicle or an animal. Seemed that the stories were true.
"Then again.. the humans of this world are so easily fooled." Steeljaw finally made his presence known, chuckling at his own words. "They would never even think that 'aliens' as they would say were lurking right among them."
Finally he chose to transform, his trademark grin on his face as he looked to the two. "I am Steeljaw. It is a pleasure to meet the both of you."
Glowstrike focused her full attention on this seemingly "human" creature before her. Now what was she going on about when it came to memory? For a moment Glowstrike was all but silent, watching the almost-organic looking shift from a human "skin" to one that was almost Cybertronian. Yet, it was clear this femme before her certainly was much more than she appeared, a true master of disguise.
"Ahh, a Mutacon. And here I thought your kind was all but a legend." Glowstrike admitted, a faint smirk forming on her face. So this one knew about the crash, or had seen its entry from the atmosphere. "The only thing I've enjoyed is tasting freedom once more my strange morphic friend, until we figure out what to do. Recent discoveries have brought to light some interesting changes in plan." She replied to her, ready to inquire just how Pulsar knew about the crash, perhaps even discover a bit more of how it even occurred. The minicons had been unable to offer much information when she had interrogated them so she was seeking answers outside the ship's confines.
But the moment Steeljaw spoke, the femme's optics briefly went wide before she turned to look at the wolf-like mech. Somehow, deep down, his voice left a ghostly feeling in her spark, a sense of intrigue and hatred seeming to come from no where. She felt like she had heard Steeljaw's voice somewhere. Like she actually knew him. But that was ridiculous, she had never seen Steeljaw before in her life. Yet...there was that lingering, nagging feeling, eating at her as she felt a sense of interest, anger, and distrust that seemed to come out of no where. 'Must be my processor playing tricks on me.' Glowstrike dismissed, or was it truly a trick of the memory as Pulsar has been speaking of moments before.
Regaining her composure for the time being however, Glowstrike turned her body so she could bring some of her focus on Steeljaw as well as Pulsar. "I am Glowstrike," The Insecticon said with a curt nod with an equally curt tone as her glowing yellow optics eyed him with a faint sense of wonder. It bothered her to no end of why she couldn't place why she knew this mech. "But you have my curiosity already Steeljaw, what purpose have you to be sitting in a human parking lot around one of their monuments?" She inquired.
A sharp, boisterous laugh rose from Pulsar's throat after Glowstrike had completed her initial observation. So far, an insescticon has been the only thing on the entire planet to see her for what she truly was. She was impressed, to say the least; that being said, Pulsar's expectations weren't that high to begin with. The Mutacon folded her arms together, a smirk still plastered upon her face. She couldn't take her eyes off of her.
"Yes, I would certainly hope so..."
Then, their mysterious watcher joined the fray, perhaps emboldened at their sight. Pulsar turned her gaze to the scruffier looking Decepticon, making note of how Glowstrike didn't seem to know them either.
Just as Glowstrike had felt there was something familiar about Steeljaw, the wolf had felt something similar about her as well. He'd met plenty of Decepticons in the past, but never this one.. and yet he felt as if he had seen her somewhere before. As if he'd heard the name somewhere in the past.
It didn't matter to him.
"I simply am scouting the land, searching for my lost brothers and sisters and felt that this was as good a place as any for a short break. You see.. an Autobot prison ship crash landed in this very city, holding approximately two hundred captive Decepticons. As one of those who had escaped from the ship, I merely wish to gather our lost brethren."
Steeljaw grinned, looking to the both of them. "If you'd like, the two of you could assist me. I don't recognize either of you from the Alchemor, however there's no harm in additional help."
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