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Location: A little ways away from the Harbinger Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: The Circle of Light, an exclusive neutral party, have left their home among the stars and have now ventured to Earth. Discovering the Autobots and Decepticons have made this world the next battleground, what choices will the Circle of Light make when it comes to dealing with a war they cannot escape?
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Wing had been happy, hopeful, when he first saw Earth. A lush organic planet, hanging beautifully against the backdrop of stars. Even from a distance, he had been able to pick up billions of life forms on his scanners. How magnificent! These creatures would be a wonder to live among and observe. For a fairly lonely bot like Wing, such an opportunity was far too good to pass up. His comm with Cyberwarp had been frequented from his side with comments of excitement and ideas of what they might do upon arrival.
And then he had picked up a Cybertronian signal as they entered the atmosphere.
At first, he hadn't thought much of it. It wasn't a personal signal, but, rather, a wavelength frequency. Not uncommon for those who may be scouting. But, as he adjusted his instruments to the gravity and atmosphere of the planet, he picked up another. Tell-tale signs, something he wouldn't have detected had he not been subconsciously searching for them, a habit from his time spent tracking pirates and slavers.
He wasn't sure if they were Decepticon, Autobot, or completely different frequencies entirely. But, the presence of more than one hinted at heavy Cybertronian activity. And, where there was Cybertronian activity, there was usually a fringe of the war. He'd sent a quick comm to Cyberwarp, recommending radio silence until they were able to speak in person. He didn't want to risk being tracked if there were members of the factions about, for both their sakes.
He took the lead then, looking for a safe place to land, routinely scanning frequencies and again finding signs of Cybertronians on the airwaves. Finally, he found a fairly open place framed by trees. He banked, signaling that he was about to descend. After that small warning, he dropped rapidly toward the Earth before transforming to land on his pedes.
He would stand at his full height, optics flickering around his surroundings briefly, his expression turned in a frown.
Cyberwarp looked to the planet in awe as she followed close behind Wing. They had passed many planets as they traveled to this one far off world, but none of them were this colorful. At best they'd been solitary colors, but all of the blue.. and the green! It was beautiful.
She couldn't wait to see what it all looked like up close. Together with Wing.
Cyberwarp stayed close as they approached the planet, but concern quickly overtook her as the femme picked up the all too familiar frequency. Someone or several someones were here.. and they were also Cybertronian. Had they not been the only ones to venture to this remote planet? While she had been tempted to ask Wing about it, her friend beat her to the punch and wanted her stay quiet for the time being. It was better to be safe than sorry.
Primus the former Con hoped it was just another non-aligned party..
Wing's movements were what Cyberwarp relied on in order to determine where they should go. If he ducked down, so did she. The femme only grew more concerned as they drew nearer to the ground, transforming as she landed. Even though she wanted to take a look around their surroundings, right now that frequency was a much pressing matter. Stepping closer to Wing, standing right beside him, she whispered.
Two weirdly colored objects flew through the atmosphere. Curious, Stardrive followed. By now she had picked up on the fact that most Terran spacecraft were an unpainted metallic silver, and asteroids were a dusty dark gray, so spotting something white and something blue flying towards Earth was definitely intriguing.
The silver starship followed, firing her engines backwards and changing her orbit to one that would intersect with Earth's surface. Her own comm link was offline, mostly because she didn't need it, so she trailed silently behind the pair.
Stardrive transformed just before she hit the ground, into her Lamborghini alt-mode. She had landed some distance away from the pair, and drove towards where she saw them land.
Aerobolt had been kept in the brig, thankfully not being of a high priority. Sometimes, he wondered if Megatron was even aware he was on board, something the Photon Eagle was thanking Primus for often enough. It just gave him time to think, especially now that he was left alone often enough, the nerve endings in his wings having since been reconnected. Because fact was, there wasn't much Aerobolt could do in a confined space...except think and plan.
It began with one of the smaller Warrior-class Vehicons bringing him his rather small ration of energon, even for his small frame. "Here's your ration bird breathe, enjoy it while you can." The Vehicon had sneered as he went to shove it through the small slot for such a purpose. But Aerobolt sat perched on the window seal of his cell, optics narrowed coldly, "Probably better than the stuff you get trooper. I can't imagine Megatron keeps you lot especially well-rationed and fulfilled." Aerobolt remarked in kind, earning an annoyed growl from the drone soldier. "Then again, not like all of you are particularly equipped to handle the jobs you've been assigned. Most of you just end up in the scrap yard to be melted down for spare parts."
It had been enough. The Vehicon had opened the cell door, intending to put Aerobolt in his place...but not before the avianoid was dive bombing the trooper, forcing him to defend himself in surprise, raising an arm to swipe at him and giving Aerobolt an opening. With a sharp cry, the Weaponizer latched onto the waving arm, causing the Vehicon to cry out as the surge went through its systems, allowing Aerobolt to link their minds, which again wasn't much of one, but it was enough to allow him to take over those motor functions once more, "Now, you will serve well enough to allow me to get far from this Pit spawned of a ship, drone." Aerobolt said coolly, forcing the Vehicon to leave the cell, leaving the abandoned ration behind.
His temporary host was forced to move about the halls until the found the nearest console, tinkering with the controls for a little bit until Aerobolt finally figured out how to get to their space bridge controls. "And just one more button..." There, the energy vortex opened before them, finally a way to escape this hellhole. "Pleasure working with you, Con." Aerobolt separated himself from the Vehicon which collapsed with a groan, the surge draining him somewhat, and the eagle-like avianoid wasting no time in flying through the vortext before it closed behind him.
The destination had been random, any place but the Nemesis. Moments later, the exiting portal from the Nemesis opened up several feet away from the neutral pair that had arrived, Aerobolt shooting out and into the open air once more.
Cyclonus had merely been out for a flight when he picked up on the energy signatures. He missed Tailgate. The small bot's constant chatter had become something of a comfort to him because the little one didn't care about who he had been. Just who he was. They were both out of time, in an era that no longer fit them. And, without him...Cyclonus felt the world was a slightly darker place.
The signatures were curious enough to pull his thoughts away from his little one. Four. Unaffiliated, as far as he could tell. He was not skilled at reading the intricacies of Autobot vs Decepticon, but, these were noticeably different from signatures he had sensed before. And...they were rather near to that wreckage he had been meaning to look into.
The jet's engines would be impossible to miss, so, knowing that stealth was not an option, Cyclonus simply...landed.
He transformed before he struck the ground, falling through the air a short distance in his bipedal form. Purple armor gleamed dully and the sword on his back clicked comfortably against his back. He bent his knees to absorb the impact of his landing, pedes leaving indents in the Earth. Then, he stood to his full, imposing height, optics like red sparks showing from their sockets.
It had truly been an exhausting length of time for Deadlock. His welcome party to Earth had been a rough-and-rumble pair of Autobots. His situation was worsening with each mile he traveled. He was becoming closer and closer to simply giving up on trying to find his fellow Decepticons. He was reserved to just remaining in one place before he picked up on the signals coming to Earth.
He watched as they landed, their location not far from his own now. Persevering, he pressed himself to at least make it to these signals. Perhaps, barring another pair of Autobots just waiting to kick his aft, he could bargain with them and come out on top.
High rising clouds overhead concealed a dark effigy drifting through the air space. Droplets of water condensed on this flier's body, sliding effortlessly across it's smooth frame and tremendous wingspan that jutted straight out. Absolutely perfect for high altitudes and gliding. Which this spy plane was using a few things to conceal itself: cloud coverage, the radar retarding paintjob, and simply gliding.
It seemed lost as it drifted through, unaware of the toils above or below. A sense of comfort up in the jetstream. The flier appeared to be lazy in it's actions barely moving to adjust it's flight plans.
In truth this flier was hearing but not listening to radio waves and other forms of detection. It had simply took to the airspace to get a good stretch of the wings before the onboard computers hummed a sickly tune. A tune that said something was used without authorization. The tune kept persisting and detailed lists popped up such as duration of this temporal rift and it's destination. It even provided a video feed of what was happening back there. 1 individual, 1 seemingly random jump, and 1 whirling engine sucking in air to speed up.
He was close in the vicinity and decided to issue an order that he will handle this escapee himself to those aboard the Nemesis in order to give the escapee a false sense of having snuck out so easily.
The frequencies he was hearing and now listening in on started to light up with more than what he expected. His attention now focused on these several instances as he drifts as stealthily as the cloud coverage granted him from so far up. A trade off for his line of sight and cameras for his stealth. Ah well, data recordings and possible long range audio receivers will have to make due what with all that collected moisture that may dampen it all... Primus this will be an interesting reconnaissance.
Wing shook his head in response to Cyberwarp's question. He wasn't familiar enough with the finer parts of identification to know more than that there was a signal. He opened his mouth to reply, give a speculation perhaps. Then, a groundbridge portal opened just a short distance from them.
Instinctively, he moved, sliding one leg over, around Cyberwarp. His body followed, weight smoothly transitioning as he shifted to his new position. It was in close proximity to the former Decepticon, but, it made it so that any incoming fire would be his to deal with first. And it effectively put him between her and the portal.
His hands twitched as the birdlike Cybertronian rocketed through, a desire to go for his daggers striking him. Still, he consciously thought better of it. He had no desire to insight conflict, and a strange mech holding weapons tended to do that.
It was only a moment later that he heard the jet turbines and the purple mech, quite literally, dropped from the sky.
Wing moved again, reaching back to place a hand on Cyberwarp's side and gently pushing to guide her as he turned them to face the newcomer, again keeping himself in place as her shield. The mech rose from his landing crouch, and Wing felt a flash of trepidation at the very Decepticon-like appearance facing him.
He would give a wary nod in return to the greetings.
Cyberwarp looked over to Stardrive once Wing had shaken his helm. They definitely weren't alone on this planet, but hopefully this one didn't mean any harm. It was too early to make assumptions, even when the ground bridge had opened.
Though Wing had quickly taken up the defensive and blocked them all from her. Cyberwarp honestly did not know what to do with that, but had been thankful nonetheless. She'd never had someone get protective of her like this. Either way, he gladly stayed right behind him, though peeked around his shoulder just to get a good look at all of the others who had converged on their location. An unknown vehicle.. a greivously injured Decepticon.. and whoever was about to come out of that ground bridge.
However.. there was one who stood out more than anyone else as jet engine sounds filled the air, a purple mech landing before them. The femme's optics widened, knowing exactly who this was. He looked somewhat different.. but appearances could always change.
"C-Cyclonus?!" How had he even found her?! Had he been tailing them this entire time?
Curiouser and curiouser, Stardrive thought. At least, she was pretty sure that was the phrase. Stardrive parked behind a tree, hoping to stay out of sight. It was not the best hiding spot. She did a quick check to see if anyone could be tracking her, and thankfully, her comms were off. That meant the purple jet and whoever was coming out of the swirly portal thing was looking for the pair of Cybertronians she followed instead of herself.
The purple one looked scary though. His giant sword would probably be quite d̹͖͍̩̯̕eadly, and even without it, his horns and claws could probably de̢̫̠̟̼̣̰̰al quite a bit of damage. Same goes for the white one. The swords seem to be identical, which means once she got the hang of countering one, the other one would be e̟̦̹̦͚̳̣͝a̞̕sier. But if both of them are melee, her cannons could deal with them q̡ṷ̬̜i͖͍̯̮c̟̲̠̹̰͢k̺l̖y̧̭̤̦. The blue one being ranged, she may have a ḥ̘a̬̩̯̣̼r̜̝̦̮͉͡d̩̥͉̟è̗̮͍̜̻͔̦r̲̗̰̞ ̛͎̞͎̦̺t̜̯̪i̢͈̳m̝̥͓̠̙͈e͍̫͕̩̫̲͡ͅ. But in the end, n̮̣o̤̟͎̣͈͉͞ ̵͚̺̪o̼̳̱̗͖͞n̘͙͔͇͙͍ͅe̹͡ will s͕̼̭̞u̴̹̝r͚̞̹v̰̻̭͇ͅi̭̖̘v͓͚̬͔e̢ a fight against a D͉i̛̮̮̣̭r̙̝̖e͇͍̻͢ ͏̦̭̖̙̙W̛̠̺̺̯r̫̣͕͔a̩i̷t̜̲̯͖̰͈̙͞h͎̥͕̲. Even if she had never seen bird-like Cybertronians before, it will prove just as trivial.
Unknowingly, her silver armor had retracted into the driver's seat. The spike-covered blue sports car is even more obviously out of place than before.
The moment Aerobolt had left the portal, he was taking to the skies. He had to get a feel for where he had even gone, knowing nothing of this planet since arriving...at least not this area. It seemed to stir some familiarity in the avian-like minicon but he was shaking the feeling off as quickly as it had come.
But he had only gotten so high before movement to the corner of his eye made Aerobolt tilt his wings, banking to his left to see what was happening. There, he caught sight of the three bulks, one of which had seemed on the defensive towards their unexpected visitors...and it appeared there was a fourth, one that was hiding. Were they just curious? Wait, were those spikes coming out of that Cybertronian? 'What in the name of Primus?' Aerobolt thought, having never once seen such a thing on any Cybertronian, not even Decepticons, which was saying something.
Deciding to take a closer look at this group, the avianoid dove down closer but keeping a safe distance between himself and the larger Cybertronians. In fact, he wearily circled above them, just getting a good look in silence...until he had gotten a closer look at Cyberwarp. He recognized her now, there was no mistaking those colors. "You! I remember you from the labs!" Aerobolt couldn't help the shock and slight hostility in his voice. What was a Decepticon who had done such things doing way out here with a neutral?
This was...not what he was expecting. The ancient cybertronian stood with his arms folded over his chassis, clawed fingertips tucked away. Another signal drew his gaze to one side. This one felt a bit different than the others. Someone from one of the factions? Maybe.
His optics flickered to the avian circling above them. Another testament to the many shapes and forms those of their planet could come in. He couldn't remember ever seeing-
The sound of his name drew his attention back to the pair he'd originally followed. One of them knew him? The small bits of his optic sensors shifted, the lens contracting slightly as he focused in. Ah. The femme, it seemed. Though, he didn't understand why she was cowering behind the other. He couldn't place her in his memory banks. But, that meant nothing. She could recognize him from his atrocities before Cybertron's rebirth. And his own.
Whoever she was her protector, a white mech with a wary expression, was of the Circle of Light. Cyclonus recognized the sword that looked so much like his own. Interesting.
The avian creature spoke, then, apparently in recognition of the femme. Cyclonus remained stiff and silent for a moment before speaking.
"...Who are you?" he said at last, short and to the point.
Slicing through the clouds his long wingspan kept him aloft in the fluffy clouds, perfect for his creeping nature. Though at times he aimed his cameras towards the spot with the most activity. A suddenly flurry of action down below prompted those wings to lower the being a bit within that glorified water fart.
His cameras peeked through, carving a thin ugly scar behind it before the cloud drifted back in to repair it. His camera swiveled this way and that, wobbled. But the few glances he managed earned him a head count.
1 head, 2 head, purple head, blue head.
Four thus far that he could tell. He excluded the Vehicon because of it's design and how different each of those bots were. It would be no match for them at all if they ganged up on it as it laid there on the ground.... It was the same Vehicon and blue head! His engines started to work up a heat now.
Warning: Excessive Volume Output
Exceeding Set Parameters
Lowering Velocity Automatically...
His onboard computer reminded him that stealth was best here. There were five individuals that all looked different than the current Vehicon there. That and he didn't know their full capabilities.
Five? His camera turned and started to focus on the fifth member and all her wondrous spikes lurking in the treeline.
If there was a sixth, then he would do a deep scrub for any fatal flaws in his detection system!
This was unexpected. Cyclonus. Though...he was carrying one of the Swords...Something wasn't adding up. How had he come by it? And...he wore no Decepticon mark...Still. Cyberwarp was definitely worried. And there was the other one, too, who seemed to recognize her.
Ever the peacekeeper, Wing extended his arms slightly to the side, hands held up in a placating gesture.
"Everyone take a moment, please. I don't know what's going on at the moment, but, there is no need for any hostilities."
His voice was calm and sure, as ever. But, he kept himself defensively in front of Cyberwarp.