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Characters:Chromia , @ironhide , Deadlock Location: Ural Mountains Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Deadlock's signal is picked up after he lands on Earth, but not by who he intended.
She was considering it a long overdue date, their little trip. Ironhide and Chromia sped through Russia's forested roads en route to what appeared to be a Decepticon signal broadcasted over a less than secure channel. Naturally, there were about a million Autobots better suited to the task of sniffing out the source of the transmission, but they'd all have had to tangle with Chromia to do so; there was no way she was passing up an opportunity to catch up with her Conjunx and crack some Decepticon heads at the same time.
Russisa's wilderness was beautiful to say the least, nothing but mountains, forests and hills for miles and miles. As such, the two Autobots stuck out like sore thumbs when compared to some of the less maintained cars they'd seen on the roads with them. Chromia at least didn't feel put off by their obviously poor disguises. She loved to look good, especially in comparison to something that didn't.
"Alright," she spoke up to Ironhide, speeding down the forest road. "Ideally, what do you think we're in for? Because I'm hoping for a good fight."
Chromia knew how to show a bot a good time, that was for sure. When she'd suggested the pair of them be the ones to crack down on this new Decepticon arrival, he'd been all for it. There was nothing like busting 'Con heads with his Conjunx. Add some high grade and a little 'alone time' later, and it was the perfect day. He'd see what he could do about those last two...
His large truck form was well-suited for the rougher terrain they were covering, shock absorbers bouncing with every bump. He liked to take the harder road, just on a principle of pride. And, he had to admit, this place was pretty. Not an organic in sight. Just him and his Conjunx, driving into a fight.
Like he'd said, perfect day.
"Ideally? A big fella. Or an old veteran. I'd settle for either so long as they can give us a few decent rounds."
The old warrior responded as he drove behind Chromia. As far as he was concerned, nothing was getting either of them from behind, and she was more than capable of handling the front.
Deadlock wasn't entirely sure where he'd landed, but he did know one thing for certain. He hated it. It was freezing, and his landing had been anything but gentle. The crater he'd created upon his landing was vast, but he made his way out and began trekking to anywhere but here. First things first, he released a ping to let any fellow Decepticons that may be nearby know of his presence. Not being careful to secure the line - an act of ignorance on his part; his processor was still reeling from his hard landing.
Taking a moment to take in the sheer organic nature of this planet, he knew he was bound to run into some organic life at some point. Though exactly what that was, he was uncertain. That being said, he made the decision not to simply fly his way out of this barren wasteland. Aerial modes were useful, but they were obvious against a blank canvas sky.
It warmed her spark to see Ironhide so happy about their little outing together. Chromia only hoped their new friend was large enough to accommodate two feisty Autobots beating down on them, otherwise they'd have to take turns. She had to admit though, Ironhide's vibes were starting to rub off on her too. Her mind was already abuzz with strategies and battle plans to handle whatever or whoever they came across. Like Ironhide, Chromia hoped they'd give at least a few good rounds.
Once they rounded the next turn around the mountain roads, Chromia stopped. They weren't right on top of the signal's origin point, but here was a good a place as any to do some recon. "Might as well take a lookout up here," she said, rolling over to a rocky ledge made for two.
"Lemme know if you see anything, else I'll just assume I get first crack at 'em."
Ironhide was quick to stop as well, following his Conjunx's thinking. Better to do a bit of scouting before attacking. Sometimes, openings like these were traps. Only an unwise bot charged in without regarding their surroundings, and he and Chromia had been around long enough to be far from unwise about these sorts of situations.
He rolled up beside her, scanners deployed.
"If you want the first crack, you can have it," he chuckled, "You know how much I love watchin' you knock those slaggers down a few pegs,"
Ironhide's attention was diverted again when the bot's signal began to move. Not quickly enough to be in vehicle mode...or maybe they just had a slower altmode. He made a thoughtful sound.
"They ain't movin' too fast...could be injured."
The old warrior hoped not. They were spoiling for a good fight, and an injured bot wouldn't give them that.
"We could catch up petty easy if we don't pick up nothin' else."
Having had his internal mechanisms all but destroy during his plummet through the atmosphere, Deadlock had no true way of knowing he was being tailed. He wasn't too harmed from the fall, just sore more than anything. Most of the damage he'd sustained was internal, and he'd definitely be feeling it later on.
The snow melting and freezing on his frame didn't help to motivate him to keep moving, and the yearning to simply take to the sky was so high. He ignored this urge, however, knowing it would only lead to trouble for him should any persons be within the vicinity.
Bringing his movement to a halt for just a moment, he took time to survey the organic life finally. They seemed soft. Easily taken out, and more than that, extremely vulnerable. Deadlock couldn't help but wonder what it must be like for the Cybertronians being here to disrupt the flow of life so devastatingly. Some part of him almost felt guilty for choosing to come here in the first place.
Ironhide's assessment was welcome and accurate as far as Chromia could tell. Their new potential friend wasn't moving like they had a set of wheels on them at all. Either they really were injured, or they were completely unfamiliar with the terrain. Both conclusions laid out a set of options the Autobot power couple could take, though most ended with fighting. The ultimate goal wasn't fighting however, it was to prevent the Decepticon from leaving the area by passing both of them. With Chromia's plan of attack clear, she shared it with her beloved.
"Alright, no way is this creep getting around either of us... and I can't learn anything more about them by staring at a forest and tracking their position." Chromia rolled up on the rocky outcropping a foot more, continuing, "How about this; intercept operation. You go at 'em from the front, I circle around back. We force a confrontation on our terms, and duke it out from there if we need to."
"Oh, and I'm going to drive off and get to it in about five seconds anyway, so if you've got any reservations, I'd start talkin' fast."
Ironhide barely contained a bark of laughter. Damn, he loved this femme. He'd follow her to the ends of the universe if she asked. He'd never been much of a tactician anyway. He left that up to guys like Prowl.
"Reservations? Ya know me better than that," he kept his scanners focused on their target, in a very good mood, "Ya want me to roll up there and slag 'em? All ya' gotta do is ask."
He chuckled again, reversing and then roaring off at top speed.
"And now ya got three seconds."
He sincerely doubted there was another couple in Autobot ranks who could keep up the easy banter that they did. It was part of what he found so attractive about his conjunx. Almost nothing phased her and something like this? Business as usual.
Ironhide wasn't the quiet type. His engine was loud, he was large, and he wasn't at all trying to be quiet. It was likely he'd be heard before he arrived. And that was fine. He plowed through the forest, swerving around trees and finding paths just big enough to squeeze his bulk through. He jumped outcroppings and skidded down slopes. The racket would have drawn anybot within miles.
When he was within range, he would transform with a roar, charging on his pedes now to clash with his target.
"Welcome to Earth, 'Con!"
The grating, mechanical sound of Neocybex served as yet another loud prelude to his arrival.
The calmness and serenity of this snowy clearing was broken by the distinct cacophony of something plowing through the nearby organic life. The Neocybex clashed into his auditory systems, and he immediately braced himself against the incoming onslaught. The Autobot before him was one that was held in infamy among the Decepticon ranks - Ironhide. It wasn’t difficult to pick him out in a crowd, his bulky red frame and sheer size gave him away easily. Digging his heels into the soft fluff at his feet did little to help stabilize himself as Ironhide came crashing right into him.
Bulky Seeker frame or not, Deadlock went toppling to the ground and slid for a few moments before being able to right himself and take a defensive stance. A growl left his vocalizer, “I feel I’m not so welcome,” the retort was pathetic as far as banter went, but his processor had been rattled around one too many times today.
Chromia was quick to speed after her Conjunx, branching off in a circle around their lone sensor contact. She found she wasn't being ambushed as she flanked around, which was a plus; no hidden reinforcements to lure her and Ironhide into an ambush, at least. From what she was hearing just a short distance behind her, Ironhide had made contact. Damn. He gets first crack then, Chromia thought. On the other hand she was about to have a front row seat to watch her Conjunx hand out a fresh beatdown.
The smaller blue supercar was a fair bit stealthier than the roaring and rumbling pickup truck, mostly because Chromia was putting a great deal more effort into remaining undetected. As undetected as anything bright blue in a forest could be. She wheeled herself around the clearing, spotting Ironhide and the Decepticon. They weren't as big, dumb and stupid-looking as most of the 'Cons she'd come across. This wasn't going to be straight slugging match from first glance. Chromia kept herself hidden just before the clearing, watching to see how the fight between the two bots would progress.
Ironhide felt a grim sort of satisfaction when he crashed into the 'Con and sent him flying. This was further caused by the fact that he knew that Chromia was watching, and he could never pass up the chance to impress her. Already, the Cybertronian equivalent of the humans' 'adrenaline' was pumping through him.
Now that he was up close, he was able to get a good look at the 'Con he'd just engaged. Recognition flashed through him and his faceplates set in a scowl. Well, this likely wouldn't be as easy as he'd hoped. There was a pretty good list of 'Cons Ironhide knew by face and name because of their infamy, and this one happened to be on it.
He scoffed in response to the return to his quip.
"Damn right, Deadlock," he ground out, charging full tilt at his opponent, like an irate bull, his cannons powering up and thrumming.
He wasn't one for much more talk during battle. He'd let his fists and weapons convey his feelings for him. As he moved, he leveled his 'water gun', firing a stream of petro-chemical fluid primed to ignite on contact.
Deadlock allowed a snide grin to pull at his face for just a brief moment. He was glad to know that this 'Bot knew him by name. It was enough to urge him on and actually make this fight worth fighting. His HUD lit up warnings of another Autobot in the vicinity, but he chose to solely focus on Ironhide for now. Until this mysterious secondary fighter showed themself, he would not engage.
He heard the distinct sound of cannons firing up, and he prepared himself to take evasive action. Though he was quick, he was not quick enough to evade the blast. He'd simply side-stepped the full brunt of the chemical spray. The spattering managed to splatter across his leg plating, and the resulting ignition was nothing short of excruciatingly painful.
Dropping to a kneeling position for only a moment, he reminded himself that he'd come here to find Megatron himself. This was enough to grant him the motivation he needed to get moving again. Pushing himself back to a standing position, he retrieved his blaster from his subspace. No transforming weapons on this frame, no sir. Taking aim, he fired twice to get a feel for how the wind and elements were working against him.
She felt like she shouldn't intervene too much, this being Ironhide's fight so far. But yet, a small yet growing part of her yearned to just jump into the thick of it. She'd settle for the next best thing if her self-control won the day, however. The Autobot transformed from her perch in the clearing, observing the unfolding conflict with eager optics and folded arms.
In a way it was as if she were back in the dojo on Caminus, just watching two students having at it, analyzing the both of them all the same. The stakes were very real this time around, and it went without saying that either contender could die at any moment. Hopefully not her junxy, though.
Something about Deadlock suddenly shifting to ranged combat irked Chromia. It was Ironhide's fight, but she was already eager to set the terms of their own engagement. She drew her own blaster from subspace in response, intending to lend a hand.
The Hyperkinetic Light Blaster spun around in Chromia's servos, it's familiar grip sinking in snugly. She loosed a shot straight away, though not towards Deadlock. The bolt sailed behind the Decepticon, striking a tree on the far side of their 'arena'. Instead of her Conjunx's opponent, Chromia's target had been their weapon. The shot reflected off of the hardened tree bark, coming back around to remove that pesky rifle.
The pair had to look like madmen, grinning at each other in the heat of combat. Deadlock likely was mad, being a Decepticon. And Ironhide didn't particularly care how his sanity was regarded. He was far too busy appreciating the effects of his water gun. Damn, he loved that thing. The beauty of it's range and area-of-effect nature. That was why it was among his favorites.
The appearance of the blaster caused the red mech's fierce smile to widen. Good. The 'Con was taking this seriously, then. It would be no fun if he didn't. The first shot pinged off the armor that Ironhide had been named for. The second caught a seam and he winced. It wasn't enough to do extensive damage, but, it hurt like pit.
Then, a third shot rang out. Ironhide let out a bark of laughter, his smile turning fond.
"Ya gettin' impatient, love?" he called, tone laughing as hee jetted to the side to try for a new firing angle. His rare use of a pet name betrayed just how good a mood he was in, "Ya know all ya gotta do is ask nicely."
A blast from his plasma cannon followed his words, aimed at Deadlock's abdomen.