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Characters: @deathsaurus Location: The skies over San Francisco bay Content Warnings: n/a Plot Summary: Now fully aware of the presence of others of her kind, Esmeral has decided to discover just what all this new planet has to offer as she searches for her husband.
She'd been nearly around this planet now, looking at all the places the native life had taken root and keeping her scanners out for signs of her mate. So far she hadn't found anything pointing him out to her, and she was actively avoiding going to the Nemesis or finding one of the Decepticons on patrol to get to the ship properly. She wasn't serving that monster. She was a civilian, and in a decent blade wielder, but with preference she didn't want to go there without Deathsaurus there to protect and buffer her from the others. She could stand up for herself, it wasn't that, it was that she was aware that, as a femme, she was already at a disadvantage.
Besides, how likely was it that Megatron would respect her word and allow her to remain a non-combatant, especially if he were to realize she'd become skilled in the art of dual-wielding blades and honed her speed to the absolute max in either of her forms. No, best to wait until she could go as one of a united pair than be at the mercy of the leader of the Decepticons.
The femme was drawn from her thoughts by the sharp peppering of pain against her altmode's hide, veering off in the sky as she realized she'd come under attack by the local military. It wouldn't be the first time, nor likely the last, but she did have to shake them. She could just bring them down, but she didn't want to risk hurting anyone. Her next best choice was to flee, which she did. Change direction, alter course, and make a run for it.
The past month or so had been...tense with his presence around the Nemesis. Deathsaurus had avoided too much conflict or punishment being inflicted, but he knew how some felt about him being around; he could practically feel their cold gazes cutting down to his very core, yet he ignored them. He especially made it clear the DJD were not going to be scaring him so easily either. Tarn could kiss his skid plate for all he cared.
But, while Deathsaurus was taking residency up on the Nemesis now, he figured he might as well pull his weight. The Predacon Lieutenant didn't want to be idle and having something to do meant less time he had to spend on the Nemesis among such a cold, untrusting atmosphere. It made his armor crawl with rage and irritation, something he had a difficult time keeping in check every time he met the cold gaze of someone looking at him. His reputation preceded him and a part of him wasn't exactly thrilled to be there either. But what could he do? The large draconic mech hadn't come to this planet intentionally, his space bridge had malfunctioned and now he was struck here.
Sighing, Deathsaurs tried to shake his thoughts off for now, trying to focus on heading to the coordinates he was suppose to inspect for energon readings. Yet, as the dragon-former was approaching the coast, using the cloud cover to hide his all-too-visible form, he heard the sound of guns going off, making contact with something. Something rather large.
Normally the bulky Predacon would have left such things alone, let things sort themselves out. But seeming as he was in no rush to get to his destination nor return to the Nemesis, he saw it as an excuse to just prolong his patrol. With that in mind, Deathsaurus dove away from his cloud cover, in the distance spotting the human military in pursuit of something...or someone. A very familiar someone! Could it really be...? Yes, there was no mistaking that form, that color scheme, it was his Conjunx! "Esmeral!" Deathsaurus called out, flapping his large wings hard to pick up some speed from his previous slow, cruising before.
Anger burned in his optics at someone harming his mate, roaring angrily as he let out a stream of flames towards her pursuers, trying to force them away.
She folded her wings, taking a hard dive to escape another volley of fire from the human craft. She wasn't really hurt yet, her armor was thankfully thick enough to take the light blasts they were hitting her with. But it wouldn't be long before they used heavier armaments against her and she didn't know how much of those she'd stand against. A sudden sense caught her off guard as her spark sang in sudden recognition of its bonded mate.
Deathsaurus! Finally! Of course this distraction meant they hit her full on with some sort of missile and that hurt, sending pain through their bond even as she tried to answer him verbally. He'd called her name, he'd come to get her. He'd come back for her like she'd always known he would. Finally. Finally. It had been too long. She'd missed him so much!
Esmeral shook herself hard and reset a few key systems before flapping her wings hard to regain her altitude. She heard her beloved's roar of rage, and the jets that had attacked her were now broken off to engage the more immediate and hostile threat.
She felt a strain in one of her wings, telling her the missile had likely caused some minor damage there, but that was ignored. She was a safe distance away from the actual fight and hovered there, watching him and just enjoying watching him for a few moments, taking in everything about him. It had been years. Too long.
The jets seemed to think better of attacking her once her mate arrived. One dragon was bad enough, but two? They chose the better option; retreat without destruction. It was what she'd hoped they do, rather than forcing she or her beloved to destroy them entirely.
To encourage him to stay rather than pursue the ones that had attacked her she flew in closer, circling him despite the strain on her wing and hearing her spark cooing at him happily. "I'm here, I found you!" And thank Primus that he was still alive and in one piece!
Good, the jets had turned their attention on him. Perhaps it was not the brightest idea to draw human attention towards him, but Deathsaurus would not allow his mate to be pursued and shot at by small insignificant creatures such as these humans. Such fragile creatures yet they were so well armed, enough to be a challenge even to the likes of the Cybertronians.
Their attacks, however, pelted against his armor, barely penetrating the thick layers. Even if the rounds did, he barely felt it. Deathsaurus took the shots, careful to avoid his more vulnerable spots getting struck if he could, meeting them straight on and deciding to toy with the pilots for a bit. He dove, barrel rolled, and barely clipped the frames of their jets. It was just enough so when they returned to their base they knew they weren't messing with a pushover of a target. Though, the pain resonating across the bond between himself and Esmeral was enough to draw Deathsaurus' attention from his small bit of fun.
They had hurt her. His energon boiled once more, the larger Predacon turning in the air, prepared to give chase for harming his spark mate. His previous wicked fun was turning into a full on rage, being ever protective of Esmeral as he always had. But her voice stopped him, Deathsaurus' rage quickly fading the moment she flew in his sight once more, causing him to give a small huff as he glared after the retreating jets. Another time.
"Esmeral." Deathsaurus murmured with joy and relieve, flying over to meet her at last, his Spark resonating with joy and reaching out to hers after so long apart. An affectionate growl rumbled from within his chest, the massive dragon-former pressing his head to hers with equal affection. For once, Primus had answered his prayers to find the one person he held so dear in his spark.
She warbled at him, smiling internally and feeling joy and relief and just overwhelmed. It was almost like a dream, running into him again after all this time. Of course, their reunion in the air, in these forms, was far more mild than what it would have been if they were in bipedal form on the ground without having to worry about being shot at. Though he'd now chased off the humans and their guns, Esmeral did not feel very safe out in the open like this. But Deathsaurus was here, he'd protect her, she could stand down.
"I looked for you." She butted her smaller draconic head against his as he had done for her and just basked in the resonance of their sparks. Of a bond made whole again from proximity alone. "I searched the universe looking, and I never gave up. I knew I'd find you, I just had to keep looking."
Esmeral banked around to his other side then circled several times, trilling and unable to sit still. "What happened to you?"
She had been looking for him? Deathsaurus could never fathom just how dedicated his spark mate was, even willing to search the universe for him if she had the means. As dedicated as Deathsaurus was towards Esmeral, hers still by far eclipsed his and he always felt like the luckiest mech in the universe to have her at his side. For a moment, he found himself simply watching her, taking in every detail of his spark mate, with nothing having changed about her, aside from the damage she sustained to her wing.
Frowning upon looking at the injury, Deathsaurus glanced down towards the ground looking for a proper place to land and spotted it after a moment. "I'll explain more when we land Esmeral, we need to examine the damage to your wing." The dragon mech told her, obviously concerned about the Predacon femme and if the damage was severe despite her still flying. She could be pushing through the pain out of her joy to have them reunited. As happy as he was to also be with her once more, he was just as concerned for her well being and being able to fly properly.
Tilting his head for her to follow, Deathsaurus dove down towards the nearby shoreline and landed some seconds later. The moment his feet had touched solid ground once more, he transformed to his robot mode, resting his wings against his back and turning back to await for Esmeral to land as well.
He wanted her to land? That was a good idea, she wasn't comfortable in the air anymore, and she definitely didn't feel safe here. But once he was on the ground she banked and went towards where he'd landed as well. He was here, he'd protect her.
Her wing was smoking at this point, though she didn't feel much pain. So either the sensory receptors there were fried or it wasn't damaged as badly as she thought. Once she was down she transformed, the sequence a bit slower than she was used to before she was standing in front of her beloved.
One wing was fine, and the other sat slightly lower than it was supposed to. Esmeral looked at the damage herself and scanned it. "It doesn't really hurt but I'm not a medic so I can't tell how bad it is." She turned so he could see, trusting absolutely that she was safe as long as she stayed near him.
Once he'd done what he could, or at least assured himself it wasn't lethal she was going to hug him. He couldn't stop her and she didn't care how silly she'd look given their size difference. She wanted to hug her mate, to feel his arms around her once again.
Once Esmeral had landed, Deathsaurus stepped closer to his beloved Conjunx to see her injury for himself. Though not a medic by any means, checking the damage was better than leaving it as it was, gently lifting the damaged wing in one hand to examine the area which was still smoking from the strike. From what he could see it didn't appear in too bad of shape, especially since she had been capable of flying. Albeit, he could figure it was probably sore and certainly made it somewhat difficult. Nevertheless, he couldn't find anything immediately wrong.
Sighing softly, he gently let go of the wing, only able to tell himself she would make it fine. Though not a moment later had he done so did he find Esmeral embracing him, no doubt ecstatic to have the long distance keeping them separated for so long closed at last. "Esmeral." Deathsaurus murmured endearingly, immediately wrapping his arms around her smaller frame and holding her closer to his frame, his spark seeming to joyfully reach out towards a connection that had felt faint for far too long.
"I am so sorry for making you worry like this beloved, and for so long." Deathsaurus told her apologetically, resting a hand gently upon her cheek, showing a rare expression of happiness and affection yet the same apologetic feelings reflected in his optics. "Our teleporter was still on the fritz when I attempt to make a jump to the last planet we stopped at on the Warworld. I can only assume the technician missed something when he attempt to fix the problem the last time." He explained, realizing just how a small technical glitch had been the cause of their pain up until now.
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