Oncoming Storm

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Characters: @stormshot, Opem
Location: Jasper and the surrounding area
Content Warnings: TBD
Plot Summary: Stormshot takes the opportunity to stretch his wings and explore this new planet, all the while wondering if he really belongs with the Decepticons. Especially when this Megatron is more brutal than the one he remembers.

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Stormshot had taken a moment of quiet to acquaint himself with the unfamiliar atmosphere of Earth. It was different than anything he'd experienced. Though, that was the case with most planets he'd visited during time as an explorer. Every one was just slightly different, unique in its makeup and atmosphere. Fascinating to a bot like Stormshot.

He tilted slightly in a turn, soaring through the skies over the desert, engines roaring. He'd chosen his location because he'd been informed that his faction was searching for an Autobot base here and he'd thought to lend his aid. As he flew though, he found himself thinking more than looking.

After meeting the Autobot on the moon, things had turned odd. This...alternate reality was foreign to him, and, honestly, he wasn't sure how to get back to his own. Where Megatron wasn't quite as...abjectly brutal. This group of Decepticons had lost all semblance of the honor that had originally drawn him to the cause...

But what was he to do about it? Defect and be hunted down by the DJD? He sighed internally.

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Ray sighed in content. She had been scouting for energy after what felt like a century she finally found some. A decent sized chunk, not to large, but still enough to be useful. It was encased in the side of a large rock at the base of a tall plateau that stood far over her. She brought her digits to her comm unit and told the good news.

“I finally found some.” She chirped happily. She slowly began to scrap away some piece of rock to get a better estimate of the size. “A decent piece too!”

She frowned as all she picked up was static. She sighed, this time in discontent, she desperately needed to get a new comm. This one was on its last leg as the humans say. Then the sound of an engine reached her audio receptors. She jumped at the sudden noise. It was a plane, no doubt going over her. She quickly dashed over to another large rock and hid. The last thing she wanted was to be spotted by humans, or worse a con. She placed one hand over her pistol and slipped one digit on the trigger just to be safe. There was about a ninety percent chance that it was a human and that they would just go throughout their business. But there was always that last ten percent, and one could never be to careful.

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Stormshot was still cruising when the barest hint of a comm frequency reached his scanners, which he'd almost lazily deployed on his half-hearted search-and-destroy mission. Either it was a very poor or very distant signal from just how weak it was. He quickly triangulated it, wondering if it might be the Autobot base. Unlikely, but...maybe someone was being foolish.

The signal cut out before he could get an accurate position reading. That was expected. He wasn't Soundwave for Primus' sake. Still, he circled back around, his sense of duty leading him to approach the ground and transform.

Red, white, and blue plating shifted and parts separated and rejoined. The large bot struck the ground hard, sending a tremor through the surrounding area. While not as large as the Autobot he'd met on the moon, Jetfire, he recalled, he was fairly close. As he rose to his full, towering height, he was easily able to survey the area around him.

Though the hidden Autobot was outside his detection.

His wings shifted in displeasure at being grounded, the red Decepticon insignia standing out boldly on them. His crimson visor flashed briefly as he turned his head to observe his surroundings, scanners again deployed and searching for the frequency he'd detected. He would look for a few moments before leaving this area. The only reason he had stopped in the first place was because he'd be remiss in his duties if he didn't.

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Primus, when that bot landed the ground shook. Ray could only image how much bigger the bot was in comparison to her. Probably heavily armored too. It was moments like these where she detested her vehicle mode. Built for speed on land, but awful with armor.

Ray cursed under her breath. Of course it was the other ten percent. The odds were never in her favor. She took a peak, being as careful as possible not to be seen. The bot had such an incredibly bright color scheme for a moment she thought the mech was an autobot; however, the red Decepticon insignia gave him away. He was bigger. Ray was probably just tall enough for the top of her helm to reach the bottom of his insignia. He was looking for her no doubt. And with her lack of decent cover it would only be a matter of time before he found her. She pulled her helm back into her hiding space.

“Que yo puedo hacer? (What can I do?)” she asked whispered to herself. She gazed at the pistol in her hand. Well, I suppose it’s going to happen anyway. Taking a deep breath she quickly stood from her hiding space and drew her weapon. She aimed for the wings, a sensitive but nonlethal spot for seekers. She snapped a picture of the con via her optics, that way she’d remember him if they ever cross paths again.

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The movement drew Stormshot's attention and he turned quickly. The pistol was the first thing he saw and he stilled, raising his servos slightly so that they were in clear view. Damn. He'd honestly hoped he wouldn't find anything. If the Autobot, a femme, he realized, had just stayed hidden a little longer, he could have passed her by. He had no desire to do battle. He'd just needed an excuse to fly, being the restless seeker he was.

In his own universe, he had a healthy respect for the Autobots. They had their cause, just as he had his. Both factions fought for their beliefs, and the best came out on top. But, here...the Autobots faced a tyrant, not a leader made hard by determination and war. He felt sympathy for them, and that made him soft.

His wings were tense on his back, betraying his emotions in a way his faceplates did not. Even as he remained still, he braced himself for the pain that would strike if she decided to shoot him.

"There is no need to fight," he said in their native tongue, the harsh syllables of the mechanical language spoken with a quiet confidence.