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Characters: open Location: Grand Canyon National Park, AZ Content Warnings: mentions of violence Plot Summary: After fighting her way across the universe Esmeral has come to Earth in search of the Decepticons, and her missing better half.
She'd been hiding in this massive ravine in the ground for several weeks now, gathering what information she could and adjusting to life on a planet with an actual gravity pull and atmosphere. She'd gotten used to the dark of space, to the quiet and the biting loneliness. Not something she enjoyed, so this planet was a breath of fresh air. Everything was new and exciting, everything was a brilliant shade of color and the place she'd temporarily chosen to stay was beautiful in its starkness. The locals weren't very happy to see her, and she'd been picking up local transmissions of the 'giant flying beast' that was plaguing the area. Not like she was hurting anyone, in fact she'd been trying to make contact with them out of curiosity. From what she'd gathered of this planet's sentient dominant species, they were organic based and tiny. They had no natural weapons, armor, or extra abilities. But somehow they'd managed to adapt to the changing climates of the planet itself and not just thrive, but become the dominant species. She was fascinated. Yet any of the ones she tried to approach to learn more screamed and ran away.
Esmeral was wandering the bottom of the ravine in her dragon form, just minding her own business really. She'd been transmitting in an effort to locate some of her faction, or just anyone really. As a civilian perhaps the Autobots would leave her alone. She had to believe they had the honor to not destroy a non-combatant simply for wearing the Decepticon insignia. She'd had enough fighting to last her a lifetime.
Deep space for a lone decepticon, especially one that tried not to have to fight, meant that she was in danger at every turn. Every Autobot ship or individual she encountered attacked her, various aliens had tried to capture her for whatever agenda they had, and she'd had to escape a war world after being pulled into its gravity well. The things she'd seen....She shook her head. It was best not to dwell on the fact that she'd been forced to kill while searching for her husband, had been forced to use her blades and her claws in ways that she had never wanted to. Deathsaurus was always the fighter between them, but without him to protect her she had been forced to protect herself. She was more than ready for him to take the role back from her.
Botanica had only been to the Grand Canyon once before, just a few short decades ago. She was pleased to see that it was much the same then as it was now. Peaceful and beautiful. But today, she was here to see its most recent addition. The humans had reported a mysterious flying creature soaring between the canyon walls, one that often tried to approach them. To Botanica, and by extension the Autobots, that sounded like something right up her alley.
She declined using a space bridge for travel. Simply having the ability to travel among humans along the road as a car was just too good of an experience to pass up; granted, Botanica's mobility had been severely limited for the past fifty years. It felt amazing to get out there and stretch her wheels, which she had also grown quite fond of. They made her much faster than an ambulatory plant.
After a quaint little road trip, the Mustang finally arrived. It was much more devoid of tourists than the last time she'd been here, though there wasn't a dragon present last time either. Once Botanica made sure the coast was clear of humans, she drove straight off the cliff. The car sailed gracefully through the air like a brick towards the rocky floor below, heedless of the consequences.
Once she was an intimate distance from the ground she transformed once again, and the Maximal's biology took the reigns. Her speed decreased as her air resistance rose, letting her touch the ground at a much more comfortable speed compared to terminal velocity. Then she began her search for the elusive dragon, lamenting that she had forgotten to bring her notepad.
She hadn't been close enough to stop the vehicle as it seemed to make a straight line for the edge of the cliff and flew off it. Esmeral cringed. She'd been thwarting many attempts of the locals to destroy themselves. For whatever reason the sheer cliff made some very unhappy individuals believe the location was perfect for spoiling with their deaths. She'd saved them and sent them on their way. Usually believing they'd encountered some sort of monster or winged savior. She liked it when they called her a savior. At least she'd prevented ceaseless death.
This one had been smart, staying in a vehicle and waiting for a time of day that she normally was along the bottom and not flying. By the time she managed to get on the wing the car had reached critical point where catching it was out of the question. She braced for the impact but instead the car split apart and reformed into something else entirely.
The femme could only stare at the stranger. She'd never seen the like, and they didn't seem to be hostile yet. So perhaps they were friendly? Or at least wouldn't shoot her on sight for the clear mark of the Decepticon army on her person.
She chose to hide behind a section of heavy boulders, to watch the individual for a few minutes before approaching her. She tucked her wings against her body and waddled along the ground slowly towards her. She decided she wouldn't speak at first, and she moved cautiously towards the stranger. She didn't dare scan her, and made sure to mask her own signal. At least in this form she wasn't immediately recognizable by faction.
Botanica's audials perked up at hearing the sound of a set of claws scraping against the rocky ground behind her. The curious femme slowly turned around to see the great beast approaching her, presumably the one she'd heard so much about. She was quite a bit larger than was to be anticipated, though it didn't matter to Botanica. This dragon was the sole reason she'd trekked all the way out here, and they were finally face to snout.
Her green eyes drank in every little detail, every curve in the dragon's form. She desperately wanted to call them a Predacon, but with the differences between the past and future, she refrained from doing so. Botanica continued to silenty study the creature with great enthusiasm, as she came to realize she herself was being studied, as well. Naturally, they were curious about her too.
She let the beast take several more steps closer, making the wise decision not to advance on them herself. The scientist outstretched her hand slowly, her palm turned upwards. "It's okay... I'm not going to hurt you," she said with a smile.
Esmeral made a low trilling sound as she wasn't immediately attacked, now curious as to this creature's origins. Was she an Autobot? She looked more like what she'd heard a Maximal would be, more organic and less technological. But she had never met one before on the colony world she'd lived on, and mostly been surrounded by Decepticons while travelling with her beloved. So there was no telling.
She sniffed at the plant like femme and decided she was going to be okay to transform. In a moment, she wanted to bask in the presence of another of her kind just a moment longer without risking a fight. Just a moment to pretend that being a civilian in this war actually meant something to the Autobots at large. Which, as far as she was concerned, it did not.
She trilled again then sighed, settling so that her snout was level with the femme's face. "If you swear not to shoot me, I'll transform." Yes she was outing herself, at least as being more than an animal. Which, if the femme was smart, which she appeared to be, she already knew.
Botanica drew back her hand, a puzzled look painted on her face. Shoot her? Had she been shot at before coming here? There was no chance she'd have a repeat experience, not while Botanica was here. She straightened her posture, folding her hands together, still smiling. The walking plant shrugged, "You'll find I'm incapable of doing so, both physically, and morally. I'm a pacifist, you see."
She hoped her admission would bring the creature a bit more peace of mind, as it didn't seem like she had quite a lot of it. If anything, empathy and kindness were two of Botanica's strong suits, and she'd hoped to break them out and wear them around today.
A pacifist? That was a thing in these days? Her spark felt light for the first time in a long time. Hope? Perhaps. She shuffled backwards slowly then, to give herself room. "Pardon my wings, the sequence goes wide." She warned softly before transforming. She'd always loved the way her frame shifted from one mode to the other, the fluid way it went and how she could easily launch herself into the air if she needed to and be on the wing from dragon to bipedal mode. She still angled her wings forward once it was complete, ready to defend herself if she had to.
"Forgive me that I don't quite believe your words yet. I am Esmeral, a civilian. I wish no harm to you or yours, or to anyone. I just want to find my conjunx. He has to be here." Her head dropped slightly before she leveled all four of her optics at the stranger. "You don't look like any sort of Cybertronian I've ever seen. If I may, you are very unique."
Botanica waited both eagerly and patiently for Esmeral to transform, her optics once again taking in every detail. Her movements were quite fluid, Maximal-like almost. It was a shame she didn't read as an actual techno-organic, otherwise Botanica would've found another she could relate to. Still though, the entire transformation process was quite lovely to watch. The walking plant looked up in awe once her new friend had fully transformed; she was an awfully beautiful shade of deep blue, which was only complimented by her crimson wings.
"Oh, you don't need to worry about me, dear," Botanica said as she outstretched her arms. Saying this, both arms suddenly split down the middle, effectively adding two limbs to her frame. "This is about the only thing I can think to do that would be even mildly threatening, if not a bit entertaining."
Deciding it would be best if she helped to ease the femme's mind, she introduced herself as well, "Well thank you! My name is Botanica, a humble scientist. I'm afraid I won't be shooting at you in the near or distant future," she beamed.
"Thank Primus." She said it with relief, standing down immediately as she felt comfortable enough that she didn't have to have her claws at the ready. "I have been attacked by every Autobot I encountered up until this point. Does no one understand the term civilian anymore? I swear if I hadn't had weapons I'd be deactivated by now and never see my love again." Her wings shook then drooped.
"I appreciate it so much. You have no idea." She looked over the other femme, noting that she was only a little shorter than herself, though far more narrow since Esmeral had a wide spread of wings.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Botanica." The distinct accent of the noble sparked Praxian she had once been still showed through when she spoke, and she had always been well spoken. She was also very happy to see that perhaps this 'scientist' would be intellegent company as well since she didn't seem inclined to attack her.
"I suppose my presence here brought you? I swear I haven't been hurting anyone, I wouldn't do that."
Botanica quickly hitched her disjointed arms back together, despite the perceived benefits of having four arms at once. "It did indeed, I'm always fascinated by a good mystery." She looked over Esmeral in greater detail now that she was fully transformed once more, coupling her findings with what she'd actually been saying. Then it slowly began to add up.
The Maximal folded her hands together, expressing her hypothesis, "You are... a Decepticon, yes? I've never met one before now."
While such a statement might've seemed absurd under any other circumstance, it happened to be absolutely true in Botanica's case. She had never met a living Decepticon, at least. Predacons were a completely different story, however.
"I'm the same way, honestly." She loved disovering new things and having the chance to explore places no one of her kind had been before. And then the conversation turned to sides and alliances and she had to sigh.
"Technically, I'm a Decepticon civilian. If you ask me who I serve that would be my beloved. I am loyal first and always to Deathsaurus, never to Megatron. I may have believed in his cause once, but never again." Too many lives had been cast aside during his rise to power, too many had been forgotten or abused. Was it any wonder there were rumors of Decepticons defecting left and right? Something was being done wrong, if the Decepticons had a higher defection rate than the Autobots, which they did. She'd done the research.
She vented. "But yes, I am a Decepticon. I'm one of the nicer ones, I like to think. I'd prefer not to fight if I don't have to, and I won't attack unless you were to attack me. So I think you're pretty safe." She gave the other femme a smile and shifted her wings.
"I've never seen someone like you before. I didn't know Autobots could be...ah I believe the word is technorganic?"
Botanica tilted her head in a brief confusion, before the reality of Esmeral's assessment set in. She thought she was speaking to an Autobot? With how Botanica researched the Decepticons, her assessment wasn't an ill informed one; she couldn't imagine a Decepticon looking quite like her at all. She simply smiled back, punctuating it with a beaming smile as always. Botanica shook her head, "Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm not an Autobot; I'm friends with a few, however."
Esmeral's second observation was much more correct than her first, one which Botanica was delighted to elaborate on. "But yes, I am indeed a techno-organic." She stretched out her arms to allow for a small menagerie of differently colored flowers to briefly bloom atop them. "Fifty percent sentient metal, fifty percent chlorophyll," she continued, smiling at her little joke.
"It goes with my name, actually. But in all seriousness, if you need anything grown for say, a garden or an arrangement, look no further," Botanica said, bowing like a showman.
Esmeral just laughed, feeling joy in the moment since she didn't have to either flee or fight for her life. It was nice to just be idle and speak with another femme. It lifted her spirits very much, if only for the moment. "I am very glad to have met you, I really needed someone to help me remember that not everyone is out to get me."
To be told she wasn't an Autobot did confuse her, but she didn't mind. "Neutral? Or something else? I know certain splinter groups have formed over the course of the war. I've helped a few of them over the years to stay hidden."
There wasn't much Botanica thought she could say to maintain her 'cover' of being from the present. She was never a very good liar, and practically anything she tried to lie about could've been taken apart in an instant. Esmeral, for a Decepticon, had shown her nothing but hospitality for having just met her. She was going to do it, it'd been set in stone. The only problem was that she needed to reveal it as gently as possible.
Botanica sidestepped over towards her new friend, eyes darting each and every which way to scan for possible threats, even though in reality there were none. She gripped Esmeral's arm gently, both her tone and expression as giddy as possible.