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Characters: Open Location: Nevada Desert - Far From Jasper Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Chromebeat has come out of stasis alone, terrified, and on a planet he has never seen before.
Sand, so far there was lots and lots of sand on “Earth”.
Chromebeat had been on Earth a total of six days now or so he gathered. Enough time that he had only just now managed, given he was so young, to send out a distress beacon. Given he had not been created on Cybertron, he had no other way of communicating with the other Autobots, after all his internal comm was only hooked up to three people, all of whom were offline.
The youngling thought sadly on his dead creators, and guardian. Then on his desperate situation. The emergency beacon on the small ship he and Coldspace had been on together forever now. Would any Autobots even hear it and come? And what if those Decepticons he’d been told of came instead?
As he stared out at the giant vast sea of sand he could only wonder, and wait as he sat there quietly, his sire’s gun gripped tightly in his hands, just in case. Primus only knew what would happen now - but he told himself it would all be ok.
He'd chosen to just get away for a little while, making sure Ratchet knew where he was going just in case and then just heading out and driving. His new altmode was taking him some getting used to, but it was heavily armored and supported his sheer size. So there was that. He was deep in his own thoughts, on some abandoned road way miles from base and all his responsibilities. And it was giving him time to get his processors wrapped around his situation. So much time knowing what was going on, and then suddenly waking up and realizing he didn't.
Optimus was just about to turn and head back for home when he caught the emergency beacon on the edge of his long range sensors. And it was an Autobot signal, if an outdated one to his recognition.
There were a number of things this could be. Two were more likely over all. One; an honest to Primus Autobot signal, possibly in distress as he didn't hear anything other than the emergency tone. Two; a Decepticon ploy to lure some unsuspecting Autobot out into the middle of nowhere before attacking them. It was just him out here, and any help was only a ground bridge away. If he needed help, he'd call home. Plus he was armed and certainly not helpless.
That decided the Autobot leader pulled carefully back onto the road and followed the beacon. He transformed once he was far enough away from the road that there was no way anyone could see him, and if they did they'd blame it on the shifting sands and heat mirage. Then he followed the signal to its origin, with weapons drawn and ready to fight if he had to.
When he wasn't immediately attacked he decided to announce himself. "Is there anyone here? I detected your signal and have come to assist you. Don't be afraid." He was big so that might scare some, but there was also no mistaking his optics being blue, even behind his battle mask.
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Last Edit: Feb 11, 2018 3:51:30 GMT by Optimus Prime
The first thing he knew? He could see weapons on the mech. And given he was still not very far into his youngling years at about the Cybertronian equivalent of eight it scared him. He’d thought he could be brave and bring out his gun - but this one looked huge. Far bigger than his own site and that was scary to him.
Tiny doorwings hitched as he carefully crawled into the safe shade of the ships underbelly. Maybe it would be ok, the mech might not have even seen him yet. He closed his optics quietly, trying to keep calm. If the mech meant harm maybe he’d go inside the ship, see the body and just... Leave until a friendly came - he could hope anyway.
That’s when he heard the soft baritone. The mechling shifted a little, realizing that the mechs words implied it was an Autobot. So slowly, but surely he crawled a little closer forward, blue optics looking curiously. Blue optics, that was good - his sire and carrier had taught him that most Autobots like them had blue optics. But he had to be sure, so he looked up at the mech with blue optics as well, his hands shaking as he held his weapon - and only means of protection - close.
“A-Are you an Autobot?” He asked - his voice as shaky as his body, and sounding much like the child he was.
A heavy set of footfalls echoed in the distance behind Optimus.
The thick layer of dust and sand coating the desert seemed to waft up as the looming stranger marched towards the pair. An air of menace surrounded his figure, echoing malice and sinister intent. It was evil, in its most pure form. The mech stopped a healthy distance away from the Prime, with a hinting smile cast upon his visage.
"He is indeed," the figure answered, his voice reverberating in an echo. "You're quite lucky, my little friend. Few people can claim to have ever met a Prime in their lifetime."
Galvatron stood like an imposing tower, his shadow managing to reach Optimus's figure. He had been quite curious as to how true the legends were, of the mighty Optimus Prime and his valiant Autobots. When he'd been informed that said Prime was currently traveling Earth's roads alone, he lept at the opportunity with a savage hunger in his optics. The sparkling was merely a tertiary concern, a motivator; testing Optimus was his ultimate goal.
He had been ready to stand down when the ominous voice sounded behind him. His stance shifted immediately, going from wary to battle ready instantly. Especially as he noticed the red optics on the stranger behind him. He didn't have to know who he was to feel the menace rolling off him, to recognize the threat he presented to the little mech peeking out at him from under a crashed ship of some kind. "Stay behind me." He told the little mech, not glancing away from the large mech before him.
"It seems you know who I am. However, I can't say the same." He felt his spark recoil inside him in sheer dislike of the mech before him, something that usually only happened these days around Megatron. He didn't question what his instincts were telling him.
He did know he had to protect the little one, that above all else he had to see him safely back to the base and his own kind. If that meant fighting his way back then so be it. Hopefully, however, he could simply talk his way out of this without violence. Somehow he doubted it, but he had to try. "Who are you and what is your intention here?"
His side had told him of Optimus Prime before, but he’d never imagined he’d ever be in his presence. It was a bit exciting on one hand, but on the other his excitement was... Fear. The other mech that had shown up definitely scared him, he didn’t like what he seemed to get vibe wise from him. He couldn’t see an aura as he wasn’t touching him, but he could see that the mech didn’t look friendly.
When Optimus told him to stay behind him he did as he was told. Normally he might charge out to fight but right now? Optimus was his leader - he knew that. Therefore he was not going to simply ignore his request to stay put. Especially when Optimus seemed to have no idea who he was. His spark lurched. He didn’t know what was going on and this could prove to be dangerous.
“You’d better beat it!” He told the Decepticon bravely instead, stepping out. “My guardian is here too! You’re outnumbered!”
It was a lie of course - his guardian was dead. But he hoped his voice, nor the lack of another life signature wouldn’t give him away. Maybe he couldn’t do anything physical but he could still help.
Optimus was ready to fight already; Galvatron would've expected nothing less. His words hardly matched up with his actions, however. Perhaps he sought to mediate the situation before it escalated. It didn't matter to Galvatron, as his mind was already dead-set on his next course of action. He'd arrived on Earth for a fight, and by the Allspark he would get one. But first, his curiosity would be rewarded.
"Very well Optimus Prime, I shall tell you. I am Galvatron, and you will know my motivation in time."
Before Optimus could even respond, the silence was cut by the wee little sparkling, having finally found a voice of his own. As pathetic of an attempt at intimidation as it was, Galvatron still found himself amused. So amused in fact, that he let out a laugh. He found the child's posturing useless, which he in turn demonstrated for the both of them.
Galvatron raised his right arm towards Optimus, fission cannon pointed at the Autobot leader's chest, but refrained from firing. "Oh really? Are they in your ship?"
Being several heads taller than Prime meant Galvatron had a clean shot for the sparkling's vessel, without needing to duck or weave around him. "Maybe I should do something about that, then."
The warlord tilted his weapon upwards in a heartbeat, loosing a blast just above Optimus's head. His shot rang true, penetrating the vessel's starboard side. The ship erupted in an earth-shaking explosion, torn apart in a brilliantly violet cloud of smoke.
"This is my ultimatum, Optimus; we will do battle now, and if I am not satisfied by your performance, then I shall step over your sparkless corpse and take the sparkling as my own. I trust you won't allow this to come to pass, will you?"
Post by Optimus Prime on Feb 11, 2018 21:29:04 GMT
He had to internally cringe when the youngling called out to who was obviously not there for anything good. He'd have a talk with him later about doing such foolish things. And seeing as no one had approached him before the little one, he had to guess the other was lying about having a guardian nearby. He never let his gaze waver from the large mech before him. Galvatron was massive. It didn't bother him so much as it was something he noted for how he'd have to handle this situation. Especially as the other took a shot over his head and the little one's ship exploded.
So, a fight it was to be. As the other had mentioned 'sparkless corpse' he didn't use the standard line of over his dead body. It would be redundant at this point. He did growl though, making sure his battle mask was fully in place and shifting his stance. He couldn't spare the glance to check on the little one, only hope he knew enough to get himself to safety and away from the battle itself so that he wasn't damaged.
"That was a bad idea." He deadpanned it, shifting so that he had his shoulder rather than his chest angled towards the warlord, protecting his spark and preparing for battle. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to blows between us, Galvatron, but if it is a fight you want then come on then."
He refused to allow someone who's very existence seemed to disagree with his spark get his claws on a helpless, innocent sparkling. He refused!
He’d sprinted away from the explosion almost right away. It had completely startled him when it happened. That was it, he figured every piece of his old life was gone. Everything that had belonged to his creators, his guardians body, all of it. Again his doorwings hitched a bit, backing up a little as his courage started to well... Waver and the eight year old in him started to properly come out. He absolutely did not want to go with this Galvatron mech. Not only did he seem evil before, but now he scared him.
But what little courage he did have came out in a soft whimper of a voice. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” He told Galvatron defiantly. “I don’t like you very much at all.”
Galvatron watched as the little sparkling scampered away from the smoldering wreckage of his home, amused even now. Though he had little real motivation for taking Chromebeat in any way, shape or form, Optimus certainly did. That famed weakness for protecting the lives of innocents was on full display today, and now was time to see how far it got him. "Your compliance is hardly my concern, my little friend. Optimus's mettle however, is."
The fission cannon retracted from the warlord's arm, folding neatly back into subspace for the moment, not needed by its master. Galvatron balled his hands into fists, adopting an advancing stance aimed at Prime. While the thought of engaging him without anything held back was enticing, the timing was not. Galvatron needed a baseline with which to gauge his foe, so he would call forth none of his power and instead fight him in only the purest sense, from man to man.
With an eager grin upon his face, he charged, thundering across the dry ground to meet his enemy.
It seemed the Decepticon he was facing down wanted to handle this for the time being without weapons other then their physical strength. Which was fine. It gave the little one more time to get away from the fight before it carried too close to him. As the other mech charged him he gave him a quick assessment and decided on the best course of action based on what little he knew of the other. He was bigger, probably stronger, but Optimus was built to handle mechs Megatron's size, he'd deal with this.
He put his shoulder down, angled towards his incoming opponent, and planted his pedes apart to brace for impact. And impact he certainly did. The weight of the other slid him backwards some, digging grooves into the earth before he dug in again.
Optimus shifted his weight forward and shoved, hearing his joints hiss and protest. He ignored the sound, determined to get this mech away from the sparkling. "You'll come no further."
He may have started this fight on the defensive, but he wouldn't stay there. He had to win this fight, or at last draw it to a stand still. He couldn't afford to lose. The sparkling was counting on him.
They were too close for proper combat, especially given the size advantage Galvatron had over him. But he did need him to move away from the wreckage, so he planted his shoulder down some and shoved again, this time not stopping until he'd driven him back a few steps.
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