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Characters:Elita One, @windblade Location: Nibari, J'kozian Sector, Milky Way Content Warnings: None Plot Summary: Windblade is dispatched by Autobot High Command to check up on Elita One, while the Decepticons have their own plans for her.
As far as welcomes went, the Nibarians had given the Autobots a very warm one. As a society that was constantly pushing the boundaries of scientific and technological advancement, when a ship full of Cybertronians turned up, they couldn't be happier. In exchange for a few pointers, the Nibarians had generously allowed the Halcyon use of their orbital repair yards. Octane had put up a larger fight than anticipated at Akalo, so Elita had taken the old girl in for some spit shine and polish.
That, of course, was days ago.
Shortly before the Halcyon and her crew were set to depart for Paradron, a full Decepticon taskforce emerged from a space bridge in high orbit above the planet. While the Halcyon itself possessed a massive complement of fighters and bombers, in addition to being the most advanced ship in the Autobot fleet, it was only that; just one ship. While the larger Con vessels had been blocked by the Autobots, many of their troops had been sent planet-side via orbital bouncing.
The Halcyon was alone, fighting a war on two fronts.
On top of that, Elita was due for a 'check up'.
If their communications weren't being blocked, she would have called for reinforcements days ago, or at the very least, attempted to reschedule.
High Command couldn't have picked a worse time to send one of their representatives out to the J'kozian sector. Whoever they were, Elita had hoped they'd at least be able to put up a fight or contribute some extra firepower. Primus help them all if Optimus had sent Rodimus.
Most of the Decepticon command vessel's escort ships had been blasted into dust by now, but the ship itself was holding firm against the Halcyon's cannons. Whoever this Decepticon commander, they were well aware of their position, and were using it majorly to their own advantage. Holding Elita at bay was seriously bolstering their chances of taking Nibari from the NDF and Autobots stationed on the ground.
Having not taken her optics off the ship in front of her for the better part of three days, Elita paced the bridge, her step growing more and more wicked the longer the battle progressed. They were just exchanging fire at the moment. They were running out of munitions and manpower, and at this rate, this day would be their last. The Decepticon commander had chosen the route of attrition, rather than a display of power.
"Captain, enemy fighters incoming!"
As the veritable cloud of Vehicons shot forth from the enemy command ship, Elita finally broke her silence. "LAUNCH!" she shouted. On queue, the last of the Halcyon's own fighter complement sprang forth from the hangar bays, but the disparity was painfully visible. For once, Elita turned her gaze away from the battle as the few squadrons of Autotroopers clashed up against the Vehicon storm in front of her.
It was unbearable to watch.
Either a miracle needed to pop out of the blue, or they were all dead.
It had been a long time since Windblade had been sent on a mission that wasn't planet-based.
Or rather, should she say since she had awakened from her thousand year stasis she hadn't been off planet. In fact, Windblade felt a sense of conflict with being chosen as a representative to help Elita One's forces way out here, but given her flight capabilities, especially being space-faring, she had reluctantly agreed. Doing so though felt like a portrayal of her mission for Primus to be helping things on Earth, whether it was divine or not. Yet, she still had her duties as an Autobot, and this was just one of the potential situations she would find herself in.
Besides, she was sent there to give some much needed aide, which was becoming quite apparent as the young Camien came on the scene. One that was quickly spiraling out of the Autobots' favor.
"::This is Windblade to the Halcyon, your backup has arrived.::" Windblade attempted to reach the Autobot vessel, uncertain if her attempts would be successful. But, even so, her signal was undoubtedly a flashing beacon of much needed relief for the crew as she dove towards the fight, her turbines spinning up to their fullest until an electric blue glow began to build, "Time to head to the scrap yard Decepticons!" Windblade fired her Wind Cannons at full power, cutting through some of the vehicon trooper numbers as she made a sweep over the battle field. Once reaching the opposite side she paused her cannon fire to loop back into a corkscrew and firing her cannons once again in another sweep of the vehicons she could reach within her line of sight.
'Now if only I brought Chromia along, she would have a blast.' The young flier mused.
The distressed and panicked calls of the Halcyon's aerial wings were all that filled the air of the bridge, serving as an indicator of how dire their predicament was. They fought valiantly, but slowly their numbers began to dwindle one after another. If this was how the battle was going to progress, Elita had half a mind to simply leap out of the bridge to directly lend a hand. She wouldn't need to however, as her comms officer had an update to provide.
"Captain, we've got a new contact just coming into range, now."
"Decepticon?"
The officer's optics glided over the telemetry data.
"Autobot, sir."
Elita turned her attention to a small red dot growing up against the blackness of space. Speechless, she watched as an entire swath of the Decepticon's air wing was decimated in an instant. Ideally, Elita was hoping for a fleet to assist her, but this was more than good enough. This simple yet much-needed display was enough to make Elita make good on her silent promise, and she turned on her heel to leave the bridge.
"Tell the Redwings to report to launch tube nine. Greenlight, you have the bridge."
Greenlight saluted just as Elita departed, but only began to silently cheer once she made sure the doors behind her were shut.
"Yes!"
With a deafening roar, Elita and her squadron shot forth from one of the Halcyon's launch tubes, flying at full speed to engage the waiting Decepticons. Many of the survivors from the Autobot's first squadrons had taken notice of Windblade by now, and had largely fallen in formation behind her. Now with roughly two squadrons of Autobots engaging them, the Vehicons broke off their attack on the Halcyon to deal with the newest threats.
The Redwings and their leader were hard at work diving straight into the Vehicon's frontal squadrons, trying ferociously to push them on their back foot. Elita's missile pods were firing off 12 projectiles a second, not to mention she would frequently barrel-roll to do it. As the Autobot counterattack continued, the Vehicons began to lose their numerical advantage, with their squadrons being cut down by a combination of Elita One's missiles, and Windblade's cannons.
Slowly but surely those numbers were dwindling. But it would take a few sweeps to completely decimate the Vehicon numbers or drive them back, even with the surviving forces under Elita. Not that Windblade herself avoided some shots to her frame, causing a small hiss of pain as her wings were struck. 'Just got to avoid damage to the turbines.' She thought to herself.
The enemy forces attacking the Halcyon seemed to catch on to the additional threat posed by her arrival, and Elita One joining with another squadron of her own. It was like dealing with a swarm of deadly Earth bees, annoying but still capable of causing some trouble all in one. Nevertheless, Windblade led the formation behind her to flank to the side of Elita's own, cutting through some of the numbers once more but beginning to feel the drain on her energy reserves from their constant use. "Just got to keep on the pressure." She told those behind her, switching to the machine gun equipped beneath her form to rain down on those she passed.
All the while she kept an optic on both where Elita's squadron was flying and any more Vehicons from the enemy ship nearby.
They were like needles zipping through clouds, only the clouds then exploded after the needles released their salvo of heat-seeking cluster missiles from its three mounted weapons pods. Things were turning around now, what with both Windblade and Elita on the offensive. It was now down to firepower versus numbers, and firepower had the advantage. There was now a veritable cloud of Vehicon debris floating between the Halcyon and the Decepticon command vessel, although Elita had to admit there was some of the Halcyon in that little scrap pile, too.
The pounding of cannons had ceased, and now all was quiet. The Decepticons had fielded most of their fliers in that attack, only to have the Autobots stonewall it at the last second. Defeated (for the moment), they fired their engines to re-position themselves behind one of Nibari's moons to recuperate. The Halcyon wasn't in near good enough shape to pursue them at the moment, though Elita had the wisdom to accept a break when she was given one.
::"This is Elita One to all fighters, dock aboard the Halcyon. Get yourselves rested and re-armed, ASAP. And, would our new friend please report to the bridge? I'd like to speak with you in person."::
Windblade circled the battlefield a few times after falling out of formation with Elita's troops. The area between the Decepticon vessel and the Halcyon had become a floating cloud of scrap, mostly originating from their Vehicon foes they had mowed down with a little extra help. Well, this first run seemed successful, mostly. But she still scanned the area to make sure there wasn't any lingering Vehicon troops even as the command vessel retreat for the time being.
Looks like she had arrived just in time to salvage some of the situation.
Changing her trajectory, the Camien seeker directed herself towards the Halcyon along with Elita and her remaining troops and landed in the hanger. Transforming to robot mode, she slowly stretched after a long flight and a skirmish on top of that, feeling her joints pop in places. Though she tilted her head when she heard Elita's call, "::On my way.::" She answered as she retracted her wings against her back and began heading towards the bridge.
Though as she moved, the Cityspeaker took a quick look about the ship from within as she walked, seeing the crew looked haggard and stressed. Given what she had seen she could only imagine the thoughts running through their processors, something of which she didn't risk looking into herself. Soon, Windblade found herself stepping into the bridge, optics scanning the room.
She hadn't even been in the air for all that long, but the sensation of her wheels touching solid ground again was nearly ecstatic. Elita and the Redwings landed and transformed but a short distance away from their mysterious savior. While the rest of the Redwings began to disperse and follow her R&R order, Elita took a gander at her new friend as the support crew quickly replaced her spent missile packs.
Elita carried herself proudly up to the bridge, despite just how tired she was. She'd pop by her ready room before meeting on the bridge, as to avoid having to walk in behind her guest. Something in her didn't feel it very dignified.
Out of the ready room she came, her optics not yet focused on Windblade.
"Report."
"Long range comms are still down, Captain. But other than that, systems nominal," Greenlight responded.
"Tell the maintenance team that I needed comms back online yesterday."
"On it, Captain."
Elita came to stand before Windblade, hands folded behind her back neatly. There was a slight height and mass difference to be seen, not to mention the fact that Elita was almost completely battle-scarred. She appeared to be in high spirits about it, though.
The first thing she noticed was the optics. Rather, the markings around her guest's optics. Now there was something she hadn't had much time to think about lately. She remembered that council meeting vividly. Her vote had been the tie-breaker, condemning a dozen colonies to suffer the cosmic rust alone in an effort to preserve Cybertron. Even though history had vindicated her actions, she didn't feel any better about them.
"Now what's a Camien like you doing this far out in space, spitfire?" she softly inquired. "I was about to give up hope of any reinforcements at all, and then here you are."