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Characters: @cyclonus, First Aid Location: Somewhere in an isolated area of Earth Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: First Aid first arrives to earth by crash landing, Cyclonus finds him
First Aid ship was old and dinghy from long periods of space travel with little to no breaks. He was drifting, basically. The mech was a one-mech crew of the unnamed vessel. His purpose was to travel to place to place and offer assistance where he could.
Unfortunately, First Aid's ship had taken a critical hit in a recent meteor shower. This left First Aid without control. The mech sent out numerous distress calls, yet they had all gone unanswered. Or perhaps he wasn't able to receive comms and he just couldn't hear any responses.
Either way, First Aid felt panic bubble up inside of him when he noticed his ship being tugged into a planet's atmosphere. He didn't know ANYTHING about this planet, if it was hospitable, if it was under war, if--
:: This is First Aid! I require immediate assistance! My vessel is crash-landing and I cannot slow it down or stop it. Is anyone there? Hello-- ::
There was a loud boom as the ship crashed into the ground.
Cyclonus had been out and about, simply flying for the sake of flying. It had been so long since he had been able to do so, so long since flying had not come with a price, or with a battle. But now he was free. Now he could do as he wished, even if it meant he starved a bit for that freedom. Energon could wait. Fuel could wait. But no Seeker could stay away from the sky, not for as long as he had.
They should never be denied the clouds above them, and the wind beneath them.
It was in the middle of this freeing flight that the emergency beacon flashed across his communicator. For a moment, he considered not answering it. He considered simply flying along. But, if he knew his luck, he was the only one within receiving distance. The Autobots and Decepticons would never received the signal, and the bot would die like the rest of their planet. There would be nothing left of the poor soul when he was finally recovered.
With a growl, Cyclonus changed his course. It didn't take him long to arrive at the site, and-- yes. Yes, there it was. Half-buried, smoke still coming from the overheated metal. There was definitely something there. Now, the only question was if the SOMEONE was still alive.
Landing, the warrior transformed. He pried the door off the ship, tossing it aside, and pushed his way within. He didn't have time for manners. He didn't have time for any of the lessons his creators had taught him. He just needed to GET INSIDE.
When First Aid's ship crashed, he was instantly knocked out. The medic's frame was covered in various pieces of the ship that had come off on impact with Earth's surface.
However, it was all mainly superficial injuries. Dents, scratches, maybe some torn wires here and there. All things that First Aid could fix on his own once he woke.
First Aid wasn't unconscious for very long. The sound of metal being torn off the side of the ship caused him to stir. His visor blinked to life, creating a brightness amongst the dust and darkness inside the ship. First Aid didn't recognize who had come to his aid, but at this point he didn't care who it was. All that mattered was that he wasn't the only Cybertronian on the planet. That brought comfort to him.
First Aid tried to move out from underneath the rubble, prompting a groan from the smaller mech. He was aching and sore and struggling to get free.
The Prince's voice rumbled across the rubble, and Cyclonus knelt in front of the new mech. A quick glance over revealed everything; this new bot was a medic, more than likely an Autobot. He wasn't built for combat, and he certainly wasn't built to withstand a shuttle crashlanding into an organic planet. And yet here he was-- alive, despite all odds.
"I will get you out of here, but you need to refraind from moving. Anything too sudden could jar you, although you probably already knew that." He glanced over at the bot briefly before kneeling, trying to dig out the rubble. It wasn't a hard job; just tedious.
Eventually, though, he did manage to push the last bits of rubble away. He slipped his arms beneath the other and lifted, cradling him close to his chest, near his spark. His EM field pressed tight against his own frame, however; denying him any chance at emotional comfort. Red optics flicked down once again, looking him over.
First Aid stared at the mech, blinking up at him. The medic was dazed, still trying make sense of what exactly happened. His processor was a bit foggy from the crash. It took a moment for him to realize that the other was speaking to him.
"Not terribly," First Aid stated, his tone soft. "It's-- ah-- Dents, bruises, scratches. Nothing that I can't fix. I'll just be sore."
Likely very sore. One didn't just walk out of a crash unscathed. Especially after being near crushed. But he didn't want to make a big deal out of his injuries. They were still all fixable.
First Aid owed a great deal to the stranger. Without him, First Aid likely would not have been able to get out of the debris. Who knows how long he would be stuck there before someone else found him? If someone else found him?
What was worrying was the fact that his ship was demolished. First Aid had no way out into the cosmos. For now, he was stuck on this organic planet.
"Thank you for saving me. I'm truly grateful. I hadn't realized there were Cybertronians on this planet. I'm First Aid."
"I agree," he rumbled, glancing the medic over once more. "There will be a number of things to repair. But that is for later, I suppose."
For now, Cyclonus had to get the strange medic back to his home. Although the carved out area was crude at best, it was away from the harsh Terran weather. It was away from humans who, if they found them, might not be too kind. He had heard a number of stories about these humans from both the Autobots and Decepticons. He had heard what these small natives could do to a Cybertronian.
"But first, let us get you out of here. I have a small cave nearby. While it is nothing fancy, I am ashamed to say, it will keep you away from the war going on. At least until you are healed and can make that decision."
Although First Aid believed that he owed Cyclonus a lot, the warrior and Prince would deny it. He was simply doing what is code as both a Prince and a Warrior demanded him to do. First Aid was helpless. He undoubtedly would have been captured or even might have died had Cyclonus himself not happened upon the scene. There was no way he COULD HAVE ignored First Aid. And so, no, he did not OWE the warrior anything.
Glancing back at the wreckage, shifting First Aid so that he had a free servo, the Prince rumbled, "Is there anything you wish to grab? Medical supplies, or energon? Any PERSONAL ITEMS you might wish to save? I can come back and scavange it later, but it is best to retrieve what you need immediately, just in case it is not here when I return."
First Aid chewed on his lower lip from behind his face mask. He hoped that his medical supplies weren't ruined in the crash. They were all needed, especially in an unfamiliar planet like this where he had no idea if he would be able to get new ones. Already he was checking the datanet on information on this planet.
Earth. Organic population. A fairly young planet.
First Aid would need to be careful about the planet's locals. They were much MUCH smaller than himself.
"If my medical gear has survived the crash, I would like to get that... I don't know if any energon will still be in tact, but it would be worthwhile to check."
First Aid looked up at Cyclonus. He wasn't sure if he would be set down to get the gear or if Cyclonus planned to find it himself.
At First Aid's comments, Cyclonus nodded. Gently, he placed the other down on a nearby rock formation, pausing only to make sure the other was well enough to be left alone, before diving back inside. The ship may have been well-stocked with energon once, but only a handful of cubes managed to survive. Those, Cyclonus shoved in his subspace before continuing onward.
"You are in luck," he rumbled, and pushed his way out of the ship once more. "I was able to recover most of your medical supplies. This wil have to do for now, though; the sun is starting to set, and I have a feeling your crash may have alerted the human authorities. If you desire to retrieve more of your things, however, we can come back at first light."
The purple mech knelt beside the medic and offered out the supplies. All the while he looked him over, optics searching for any obvious wounds. It had been a while since he'd had company. It had been a while since he'd spoken to ANYONE. He would eventually return the mech to whatever faction he belonged to, but that... it could wait, honestly. A few days, at least.
"There are. The Autobots and Decepticons have made this planet their latest playground. But I suggest not going to your faction with these wounds. They might suspect I had something to do with them." Lifting First Aid in his arms once more, he glanced towards his home. "You may stay with me for a few days, and then you can return to your faction."
A frown crossed First Aid's face at the statement. Cyclonus had saved him. Why would the others believe him to be the culprit to his wounds? Still, he nodded. He cataloged that information away to keep in mind once he saw the Autobots again.
"If the rest of the medical gear and energon has been destroyed in the crash, then this is all I require. I don't have any personal belongings that I need retrieved."
First Aid tried not to make a surprised noise when he was lifted, but failed miserably. He wasn't used to being carried around. It was usually the other way around, with First Aid carrying mecha off-field.
"Thank you. That's very generous of you... ah... I don't think I caught your name?"
Cyclonus heard the noise of surprise in First Aid's voice when he was lifted, but did not acknowledge it. He understood the reaction. There was no need for ATTENTION to be drawn to it, especially when the medic was already in such a fragile state. He had just crashed onto Earth, been thrown into a world he did not yet understand; there was no need to call out his weaknesses, not like Cyclonus' had once been.
"Cyclonus," he rumbled, and started away from the crash. If that wsa all they needed, then that was fine. They were done here. "Cyclonus, Crown Prince of Tetrahex, if you wish to be formal. If I am being honest, though, I care little for formality. Not here; not during this war."
There was too much here to waste time being formal. They had to travel, and that took time, ESPECIALLY if he wasn't allowed to fly. Without another word, he resumed his trek, back towards the mountains he called home. The poor medic in his arms was going to need some rest, some energon. He was going to need time to realize where he was, and what he had been thrown into. And Cyclonus could respect that; he WOULD.
He understood that just as well as the other mechs.
"I am sorry, though, for what you have been through, and how you have arrived on this planet. I can guarantee this place will not be the easiest to live, but... There are a number of cultures surrounding its inhabitants. Perhaps they could give you somethig to keep your mind off of the war."
He had taken to flying around the cities and enjoying the arcitecture. It was nothing like Cybertron's, and yet he still found it lovely. (It still WASN'T Cybertronian, though, and thus he really could not fully enjoy it.) Perhaps the medic could find something else to attach to.
A crowned prince. First Aid, being created after the war began, had no experience with any of those. Was he supposed to bow? Or call him something different? First Aid's head started to spin from all the racing thoughts.
But Cyclonus seemed to move on in the subject, so First Aid would as well.
"I'll be sure to look up the culture on this planet. From the short search that I did, I noticed there is a lot of it."
And for a planet so young, that was very impressive to First Aid.
"Oh! Well, I've been traveling alone for the past ten years or so. I had my brothers with me before that, but we got split up. I'm not sure exactly where they are... But I wasn't intending on crashing. A meteor shower damaged my ship's controls and I was essentially flying blind before I got pulled into Earth's orbit."
Cyclonus could understand his dilemma. For the longest time after the war, others had tried to continue to treat him as the Crowned Prince of Tetrahex. And, while that was flattering, he had no patience for it. This was a war. This wasn’t Cybertron. They didn’t have time for pleasantries and mannerisms too archaic for this world.
Still, it was almost endearing, the little flicker of panic that flitted over First Aid’s visor.
“The humans are of a great number,” he murmured, and shifted the medic in his arms. “They are spread out, as well, so that even those in similar cultures still retain slight differences. It is… interesting to see, I suppose.”
He preferred those of the Pacific Islands, if he was being honest. Those of Japan, specifically. Their culture reminded him of his home. Though it seemed, much like Tetrahex itself, those who were more like him had long since perished on this planet as well. Still, it was nice to know that some humans could understand honor, and the need to fight and die for it.
“I am glad that I found you, then, and not one of the factions. The last thing you need is to be dragged into this war while you are still injured.” He paused, glanced up as he neared the mountain’s ledge. His cave was nearby now; he just needed to get First Aid up there. “Would you mind if I shifted you to my back? It is a minor climb, but one I will still need both hands for.”
First Aid liked learning about alien culture. It was fascinating to him. And it seemed like there was a countless amount of cultures on this planet, something that definitely pleased the medic. He wondered what the culture was like of those in this section of the planet. He supposed he should look it up so he doesn't accidentally offend anyone living here.
First Aid imagined that once he was healed, he would be pulled back into war. If only as a field medic. There weren't too many medics anymore, he noticed.
"I don't mind," First Aid said. He still felt a little silly for needing to be carried, but he would likely just cause even more trouble if he were to climb or walk on his own.
Gently, very gently, Cyclonus shifted the medic so he was resting against the warrior’s back. He knew better than to try to climb a mountain one-handed; it usually led to a broken arm or, at the very least, spilled energon. So after the last time, he had tried to find other ways. Flying seemed to be the most efficient, though there was no way he could fly with the medic on his back.
It seemed as though this time, he would have to do things the hard way.
He started to climb on his own, glancing back at the other every so often. It was a trek he knew well enough; there was no need to watch his claws so closely. And besides, talking to another was better than thinking about the cave they were nearing.
“I suppose that depends on what you mean, little one. On this planet? The war, of course. I was under Megatron for the longest time. Out here, however? I grew tired of Megatron’s madness, and his seemingly increasing disregard for life. He cares nothing for his troops, or even for this war. All he wants is to destroy Prime, and he will not allow anyone else to do the job for him.”
Once he reached the top of the cliff, Cyclonus pulled himself up, onto his knees. There, he bent over, to allow the medic to clamber off, should he so desire. They only had another half mile or so to go, which was nothing to individuals of their size.
“My honor is worth far more than his grudge.”
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