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Characters: @cyclonus, Open Location: South America Content Warnings: TBD Plot Summary: Cyclonus leaves the Lost Light in order to find Rodimus, however, he misjudges the gravitational force of Sol-3 and nearly crashes in the South American Andes Mountains
There were few things worse for a flier than the feeling of falling.
A controlled dive was one thing, but a plummet toward the ground was another entirely. He had miscalculated the Earth's gravity, it seemed. The heat of entering the atmosphere had been unpleasantly distracting and he had failed to remember that the pull here was stronger than the planets he was used to. His wings strained against the air that pushed up against them as he struggled to pull up from his nosedive. His turbines whined loudly with the strain of his effort. Curse this planet to the pit!
He broke through the clouds, just managing to slow his descent enough that a crash wouldn't be fatal. His HUD flooded with warnings of stress to his flight instruments, warnings that were ignored in favor of focusing on the task at hand. Upon coming through the clouds, he'd found himself faced with mountaintops. Thrice curse this planet!
He had no time to pull up and, as such, maneuvered as best he could around the summits. At last having slowed as much as he could, and having difficulty with tight maneuvering when still trying to recover from the effects of gravity, he transformed. His pedes met a mountainside with a loud boom, one servo reaching up to find purchase in the rock. His frame slammed into the unyielding stone with all of his built up momentum and he grunted. Then, he pulled himself upright on the slanted face of the mountain.
Red optics scanned about and were met with more rock and, beyond, a wide, green expanse. He was most certainly off-course. He knew he had been trying to get to where the humans call Nevada. The last time he'd been there, when he and Galvatron had crashed into one of their cities, he seemed to remember there being sand all around.
This was not Nevada.
Cyclonus vented softly, taking a moment to try and think out a new course of action.
He could not deny that something about the Earth's landscape calmed him down, Victory Leo thought as he cruised through the skies. Maybe he'd become part Eukarisian when he was reformatted? He'd not felt such a deep connection with nature previously, and neither he nor Perceptor could fully explain it. Leo had been testing out the limits of his V-22 form for the past few hours, discovering that rotors were vastly different to jet propulsion. The Autobot had very nearly bought it hard the first several times he attempted to take off, but he'd slowly gotten the hang of being a VTOL.
Just as he hit Mexico, he received a ping back from base. Apparently they'd picked up a sublight contact entering Earth's atmosphere, and Victory Leo was headed in its direction. In spite of the fact that this was purely a training flight, he nevertheless volunteered to investigate himself. It took him nearly an hour of flying at his top speed to reach the Andes; he noted that Ginrai had been both faster and more quiet in his jet mode. Just a simple trade-off, he mused.
The V-22 was by no means a subtle aircraft. It's engines could be heard bellowing from a few miles away, not to mention is was much larger than your typical jet. Whatever had just landed would no doubt see Victory Leo before he saw them, which was concerning. He'd never relied on stealth attacks in battle, but now having them restricted as an option was odd.
Cyclonus had moved to the ground when he heard the jet engines. His planning of his next step was halted by the sound. A human aircraft? No, he was reading a Cybertonian signal. And he was not well enough versed in differentiating between Decepticon, Autobot, or otherwise to tell who it may be. He had removed himself from the ridiculous factions as much as possible, but, Autobots tended to mistake him for a Decepticon and Decepticons tended to attack everyone not wearing their emblem. Their blasted war was simply annoying by this point.
The old Cybertronian moved to an open stretch at the mountain's base and stood, waiting, his arms folded over his chassis. His sword was a comforting weight on his back. He was prepared to fight, but, sincerely hoped it did not come to that. He had...more pressing matters to attend to.
Like he initially predicted, their new visitor had seen him first. Leo spotted the figure standing in a clearing at the foot of a mountain, gazing up at him in flight. The purple was a bit off-putting, a bit too Decepticon for his tastes. On the other hand, they hadn't either transformed or opened fire on him, though that could be attributed to not knowing if he himself was a Decepticon.
Luckily for Earth's newest Transformer, Victory Leo was having a good day. The V-22 descended towards the figure, its rotors tilting upwards to transition to vertical movement. Waves of dust rolled out from under the aircraft as it touched down upon the rocky ground, indicative of the craft's personality if anything.
Victory Leo transformed a moment later, wings folding inwards, rotors closing down and retracting. Once the dust cleared the towering Iaconinan stood proudly with his two Autobot badges displayed prominently on both shoulders. The Autobot regarded Cyclonus with suspicious blue optics, arms barred against his chest. Several moments passed before he spoke, his voice colored by an aged accent.
Cyclonus remained where he was, unmoving as the jet approached. It landed, and, a moment later, transformed. He did not recognize the bot. But, then again, he rarely recognized anyone. Six million years in the Dead Universe will do that to a bot.
They regarded each other for a pause, Cyclonus sizing the other up, wondering if he would make a move. Their postures mimicked each other, upright and proud, arms folded over their chests. This alone, thee confidence and commanding presence this one exuded, made Cyclonus respect him almost instantly. This was how mechs behaved, not the sparklings that populated the universe now.
"Indeed," he rumbled in response, his own accent curling around the word distinctively, "I am Cyclonus, of Upper Tetrahex."
That introduction alone betrayed his age. This was not the common greeting of the time, when a bot would give his name and rank, proudly supporting his faction. Cyclonus had no faction, as seen by his lack of emblem and unaltered signal. This was how they introduced themselves in his day, when the City States still warred, with pride in one's state.
Whoever this strange fellow was, he had an air of distinction and pride about him, but not so much in the same form as some of Leo's younger allies. Hello! I'm Turbodrive! Speed's my name, getting shot first in combat is my game! Something like that. Something about Cyclonus's optics gave Victory Leo the impression that he was being regarded in much the same sense, which was a first. Most people didn't treat the Eukarian-looking Autobot with as much respect as Ginrai had gotten, these days.
Tetrahex? That was a name he hadn't heard in a while, considering the city hadn't survived the war. However, few cities had in hindsight. Victory Leo remembered, or rather, Ginrai remembered: he remembered attending the Tetrahexian Opera House for a number of shows during the Golden Age. Every aspect of Upper Tetrahex was flush with regalia, echoing a long gone age where Cybertron was flush with material, spiritual and intellectual wealth. It was a shame such a rich trove of culture hadn't survived the conflict. That was how Ginrai took it, though. Victory Leo was simply hoping that the purple stranger wouldn't break out into song at the drop of a hat.
He nodded at Cyclonus's introduction, now compelled to offer an old greeting in much the same fashion. "I am Victory Leo, formerly Ginrai of Crystal City, Chief Justice of Cybertron, and City Commander of Ky-Alexia."
Ginrai would've never given out his full set of titles upon first meeting a bot, if only to appear the least bit humble. Victory Leo had no reservations about doing such. Besides, the Tetrahexian deserved to know all about him.
An impressive mech, Cyclonus thought in silent approval. How long had it been since he'd been greeted in kind? And by someone bearing such titles? He inclined his head in greeting, a slow, regal movement. Otherwise, he did not move.
"Well met, Victory Leo," he rumbled.
It did not seem yet that the bot would attack him. Of course, this could just be the prelude to honorable combat. Ah, well, might as well keep going.
"I am seeking my captain, Rodimus."
He had no idea if the name was known to this newcomer. The statement was not a question, or a request for aid, it was merely a reason for his presence, likely an encroachment of some sort.
Leo's initial assessment was not wrong, it appeared. Cyclonus was awfully well-mannered and polite, despite looking so... purple. Such poise should have been rewarded, at least by what Ginrai was telling him. He knew exactly who his new friend was seeking, and also partially heard the story behind it. The Rodimus this bot was most likely speaking of was the new Rodimus, not the old. Though, perhaps they were the same person now. Victory Leo wasn't meant to debate cosmic questions with himself.
"We know of him, the captain of the Lost Light. He came to us, much like you are now, forlorn from his own universe. He explained his... predicament, and many stories as well."
"I would very much like to meet your Star Saber," Leo added, his tone slightly murderous.
The Autobot shook his head, getting back on topic. "Your Captain has been captured by Megatron and the Decepticons, I am afraid."
Cyclonus felt a measure of satisfaction that Rodimus was known. Of course he was. The ostentatious mech seemed to make it his mission to inform everyone in his immediate vicinity of his presence. Perhaps this mission would end quickly...
The mention of Star Saber cause Cyclonus's red optics to narrow slightly. But, Victory Leo was already moving on.
Rodimus had been captured.
Of course he had.
The skeletal mech paused for a moment, blinking once as he processed this. Well, then...the next logical step was to aid in the rescue attempts. Which meant working with the Autobots. So be it.
"...I did battle with Star Saber," he intoned, turning his head slightly to look out over the jungle around them, "A zealot whose interpretation of Primus' will makes him ridiculously self-assured." His tone didn't change. He may have been commenting on the weather for all the inflection put there.
Cyclonus looked back to Victory Leo.
"I suppose he'll need rescuing, then. And, knowing you Autobots, you already have a plan underway."
Cyclonus was very businesslike, although not without a twinge of that old Pax Cybertronia. He very much wanted to know more about this iteration of Star Saber, and perhaps to inquire if he himself was known in their Universe, but that was a discussion shelved for later. Now it was Victory Leo's turn to get down to business.
"Megatron has demanded the Forge of Solus Prime in exchange for the life of Rodimus, as well as another hostage. Personally, I wouldn't have traded Cybertron and the Thirteen Colonies for the Forge, so it should go without saying that Megatron is fairly desperate."
Megatron had to be appealing to the Autobots' good nature, as the prospect of trading away the Forge for a mere two lives would've given any right-minded logistician or historian a spark attack.
"We do, indeed," he replied. "Forge or not, Rodimus's life will not be wasted."
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