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The spacecraft was running low on fuel, and as much as its pilot hated it, he would have to use the star to change his trajectory. Outfitted with sensitive scientific equipment, the ship's readings indicated a strained magnetic field in the star's hydrogen plasma. A magnetic reconnection event was due some time soon, and would be accompanied by coronal mass ejections.
Just as that possibility crossed his mind for the hundredth time, a coronal mass ejection happened, missing the ship by several hundred kilometers. While not a direct hit, the sudden change in the magnetic field scrambled its circuits and the accompanying plasma scorched its hull, bringing its defences and software offline.
Perceptor immediately analyzed the situation. Worry and panic tugged at the back of his mind, but were easily dismissed with his mental augments. The ship's vicinity to the star means the radiators were essential. The remaining fuel was just enough to bring the ship to under escape speed of the third planet, which was his destination, in addition to fueling the various systems needed.
Perceptor rebooted the ship's systems, prioritizing the radiators. After all systems came back online, he pulled up the data collected during the ejection. As expected, there was a surge in the magnetic field, typical for rapidly accelerated quasineutral plasmas. Composition: Hydrogen. Consistent with categorization (Main sequence: G2V, to use the human classification system).
He looked around the star system for Earth and sent a message over an encrypted comms channel, taking into account the time required for light to travel to and from the planet. After calculating the time dilation factor relative to Earth's orbit (negligible), he finally sent his message over an encrypted comms channel. ::Perceptor making landfall in 4 Earth days,:: it said. Given the number of Autobots on Earth, it was statistically likely they would receive the message.
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Perceptor fired the reverse thrusters right on time, slowing the craft until it followed a spacetime trajectory that led it onto the planet's surface. ::Emergency lithobraking imminent,:: he broadcasted, seconds before he crashed.
Razzin, frazzin snow... cold, wet. Whose idea was it to put Warpath on a rescue operation of all things?
"Pow... we'll get Percy outta the arctic in no time, Optimus!"
Oh right, it was his idea.
The M1 Abrams, which had been recently refitted for the snowy terrain, hauled a box of spare parts behind it. Warpath's progress had been slow, but steady. In hindsight, it probably would have gone a lot faster if they'd sent one of their fliers for the job. None of them could haul this much gear on them, though.
On one hand, it would be good to have Perceptor on the squad again; but on the other, Warpath was no fan of Percy's overly enthusiastic proclivity to spout scientific nonsense that he knew nothing about.
"You're not frozen in there, are ya?" he asked of his lone passenger. He wasn't sure why Chris had to come along with him; it certainly wasn't to appreciate the landscape, or the temperature that came with it.
He’d learned to use his Bot form for its internal heater before. So he wasn’t entirely uncomfortable though the chill of the air was still there. None the less, his foster parents tank form as well as that kept him at least from freezing to death, he hoped. He’d bundled up just in case at the same time though.
To be fair though, he had wanted to go. If anything, he wanted to get out into the field. And while as a sparking there was no way he would be put out in for he battlefield at the very least he could go on a mission like this. Of course, next time he wa shipping a fellow Wrecker might decide to crash land somewhere warmer... Like maybe Tahiti, Miami... Or the sun at this rate.
All the same as Warpath asked if he was ok Chris grinned. He patted the inside of his tank form gently and nodded. “Yeah, I’m OK big guy don’t worry about me. We getting close to this guy, Perceptor?”
Thankfully the ship's inertial dampeners were working when Perceptor crashed and he sustained only minor physical injuries. Perceptor woke up from his coma, feeling pain all over his chassis. He reminded himself to get a medic to check though. Most of his ship's data had been uploaded to his data banks, so not much was lost there.
The long time in the cold has left him less-than-optimal, however, and he could soon feel his mental processes slowing down, with occasional failures in memory retrieval. Cybertronians require a certain temperature for their semiconductors to function, and below that, they start shutting down. Normally that would not be a problem, but having been nonfunctional for a few days, Perceptor had not been letting out as much heat, and the cold environment did not help either. Ironically, the radiators which saved him from melting near the Sun had been letting heat out, cooling the ship quickly to its surrounding temperature, exposing Perceptor to this hazard.
"He's an Autobot Scientist. Used to be pow... part of my team back in the day."
Ooh there he was, the walking microscope. Warpath's thermal optics showed a distinct heat signature out in the middle of the snowy wilderness, although it was gently fading. He could practically see the outline of what used to be a Cybertronian vessel in the snow, which only served to spur him on faster. While it wouldn't have been unusual for Perceptor's ship to be incapable of communicating after a crash, Warpath sped along harder, as to not leave anything to chance.
Chris climbed out into the bitter cold a little more excited.
He felt quite a bit excited to meet an Autobot scientist. Outside of Ratchet he hadn’t met many Autobots who weren’t warriors like his guardian. And while he liked making things blow up and guns - he did have his nerdy side. So the idea of another nerdy Autobot from Warpaths team to possibly pal around with was exciting. “Awesome! So he’s a nerd like me!” Chris replied jovially. “This is going to be lots of fun! Once we uh... Fix him up I mean.” He chuckled nervously.
Perceptor sluggishly stood up. His ship was wrecked. Unsurprisingly, the door didn't open when he pressed the button. Time to use force. He pulled his sniper rifle from beside the pilot seat. As much as he didn't want to destroy the craft, the door could be fixed if destroyed. He could not.
A pellet of quark-gluon plasma flew towards the door, melting a hole through the lock. It was then Perceptor realized how much of his mind was nonfunctional. He forgot his rifle fired high-temperature pellets. Stepping outside, he reloaded and fired another shot into the ground, warming his environment and alerting anyone near them. The heat would probably be able to warm his processors up back to normal. He would probably still need fixing though. A few of his systems were not fully functional.
The M1 Abrams sprang back into Warpath's somewhat snow-covered shape. The Autobot disengaged his blue targeting visor, and slid apart his mask to reveal his face beneath. He kept hauling the box of spare parts behind him as he reached for one of the spare 120mm thermal shells on his waist pouch. From the look of things Perceptor had already started himself a small fire, although it wasn't as large as perhaps what Warpath could make. He began to partially disassemble the shell, removing the triggering mechanism first. Warpath pulled the munition apart with the delicate touch of a surgeon operating on their patient, eventually reaching his intended result.
The shell's casing had been removed to reveal the bare-bones interior, which was currently emitting quite a lot of bright light and heat. As he reached the edge of Perceptor's 'camp', Warpath tossed the improvised heating element on top of the rather small fire he had managed to get going.
"Well pow... Percy, looks like you could use a light."
Chris didn’t find it hard to keep up with Warpath. But still hung back a little bit behind his guardian.
How did he even introduce himself after all? He hadn’t quite figured out how that worked yet. He supposed Warpath was technically his “dad” now but of course that would sound foreign on his lips. So he thought over his options as he kept going on. Of course as they approached Perceptor’s camp, he looked around in awe. He’d never seen a spaceship before, so it really was a dumbfounding sight for the human to finally feast his eyes on an Autobot ship.
There was only one thing he could say as he stood there: “And it looks nothing like a UFO...”
Chris looked stunned that he was able to detect his spark signature like that. Heck, he didn’t even know what a spark was before a week ago. He clutched his chest a little, but chuckled nervously. “I mean I’m kind of half and half. Long story... Weird evil terrorist experiment,” Chris explained, putting his hands in his pockets then looked at Warpath nervously. “I’m uh... Chris. I guess I’m kinda Warpaths foster son.” He hoped the mech didn’t feel weird hearing that.
After a long pause, he then added with raise eyebrows. “True but UFOs in movies usually look like mini versions of Saturn. Your ship... Man it’s something else,” Chris replied in awe of it all. “I’m impressed, honestly. I was hoping they’d look cooler than the movies and as usual you guys don’t disappoint.” He moved closer toward the heat. “Sorry for being a nerd, first time out in the field and all.”
Warpath tugged the crate of spare parts up beside him, leaning on it. He had planned to repair Perceptor's ship to the best of his ability, as the scientist's alt mode wasn't exactly suited for long travel; at least the microscope wasn't.
"Figured we'd stop by, assess the damage of your ship. Maybe give you a lift back home. Blang..."
"Wrecker standard issue," Perceptor said in response to Chris's compliment. "Wheeljack and Seaspray both have one."
Perceptor took a look at Warpath's toolbox. "We could get the operating system, well, operational," he suggested. "We will have to fix the damage to the exterior another day, because unless you have a door and replacement ship armor panels in your extradimensional storage space, and if I remember correctly yours is full of weapons, we cannot fix the physical systems right now." He stood up, beckoning Warpath to follow him. "I can connect to the planet's database and scan for a vehicle mode if the systems are functioning properly." After a pause, he asked, "How is Earth?"
Warpath motioned for Chris to sit tight for the moment, going along with Perceptor. He was largely indifferent about not being able to fix the scientist's vessel, despite hauling the equipment needed for it all the way out here.
"Its bang... different. But not bad. I hope you like carbon-based lifeforms."
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