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Characters: open Location: above Autobot Outpost Omega-1 Content Warnings: language Plot Summary: A familiar face dares show himself in Autobot airspace, but he is not the same as before.
Chaos. Gunfire, explosions, flashes of light and the sounds of discharging weapons. Chaos.
[System reboot, standby.]
His head hurt. His everything hurt. What was happening?
Gunfire, the sounds of energon weapons going off, things exploding. Something painful piercing through his chassis and along his flank. Memory returning, scattered, confused. Pain. So much pain. So much chaos and...
The seeker snarled and bit out his words, finally coming back enough into himself to understand what was happening. "Over ride."
[Warning, full system shut down detected, stasis lockdown initiated.]
"OVER RIDE DAMNIT!" His internal systems went silent, and the Air Commander flinched as gunfire peppered his wings again. Memory returned, but he wasn't where he was supposed to be. He was...where was he exactly? This place wasn't familiar. Distraction, mind drifting, and phantom pain again that triggered a reaction. His comms were open, on the line he thought he belonged on. Wasn't he supposed to be returning from patrol with....Jetfire? Skyfire? He didn't know. His head was killing him. And if he found out the poor excuse for a flier had shot him in the aft again he'd do his best to slice him in two, ally or not.
There were...drones? He thought that was what they were, but they were mindless likenesses of himself. Forged by...by...oh Primus help him...that was right, wasn't it? Unicron, he'd been trying to make Megatron realize that....but wasn't he on patrol? Wasn't he supposed to be returning, with a promise to the children that he'd...something? But, first, these drones. They had followed him, and so few were no match for him. He was unbeatable in the air, his title well deserved and earned from many vorn in the skies. Nobody outmatched a seeker, and he was the best of them.
A high screech rent the air, followed up by a sabot round aimed straight at his tailing enemies. Shatter their audios, disorient them in the sky, then pick them off one by one. Once that was done he knew he had to land. He couldn't speak after that, but he could get his aft on the ground and stowed away somewhere until someone came to get him. Red Alert was going to have his aft. He transformed before he hit the ground, rolling to a stop then immediately finding a place to conceal himself. He'd have to stay in his altmode for the most part, but the uneven ground meant he couldn't land in it. So he got down, transformed again on the ground, then wedged himself in a small space made by three large boulders. He had weapons, he had some common sense, and he had the Autobot distress signal turned on. Someone would come and get him.
How old was that thing and why was no one around? A part of him wanted to just go get someone, but the other part of him was still getting into the groove. Should he go and see for himself? He wanted to prove to the Bots he would be helpful if he was kept around for a long while after all!
So he followed the signal, albeit cautiously. He’d never been captured before but far be it for him to fall into a trap.
It eventually lead him to... A rock formation? He double checked his handheld comm which he’d uploaded the signal to. Was this a joke? Or maybe he really just couldn’t see the person? Either way, he decided there was only one way to find out - subtlety or no suvtlety. “Hello!? Is anyone here?” He called out. “I got your signal!”
His processors were aching. Coward, traitor, arrogant glitch. Words thrown at him but by whom? He wasn't a coward. Never that. He wasn't where he was supposed to be, the children were expecting him back at base. He couldn't upset them, didn't wish to see their disappointment in him. The girl-child saw threw him sometimes, she knew how apart he felt from the faction he'd claimed as his own. Defection. Never a coward, always the one to face a problem head on with confidence to the outcome. Never a coward. Never. He had made that child a promise. He told her he'd take her flying with him if she didn't tell her land bound 'guardian' of their plans. No reason to have Red Alert up his backside over the entire thing. He was perfectly capable of protecting one tiny....
Starscream shuddered in revulsion. Why the frag would he allow some organic thing inside his pristine cockpit? Humans were worthless, below his notice, below everyone. They were to be ignored or destroyed, an infestation of life on this organic mudball of a planet.
These distinct, different opinions were fighting for dominance inside of him, and he got another warning of imminent shutdown of his systems. Another override. He couldn't lose it now. He had to get back.
"Hello!? Is anyone here?"
A voice he didn't know, a scan showing it to be a young human male. Not one of the five children fancied by the Autobots. A new one? This one was so small, younger than the others maybe? But he had said he had his signal and was calling out. So perhaps...
"Hush child." His voice came from under the boulders he'd wedged himself in, calm and level despite the battle raging inside of him. "I'm here."
Ok so definitely no one he kneeled given the voice. But honestly he was a little surprised to hear it come from an actual boulder? Maybe he should have known he was probably wedged in between a two but sometimes Dylan would even admit he was a bit... Dense.
So he stood there scratching his head and examining the area with a fair bit of confusion in his eyes. Was he losing his mind? No, he couldn’t be the signal was definitely right there! And so was the voice.
“Oh Uh, sorry. I haven’t done this in a long time,” he admitted honestly as he approached the boulders a little closer. “Ummm are you actually caught under a boulder or am I just dense if you don’t mind me asking?” He chuckled nervously.
God he had gotten even more socially awkward than before he’d disappeared if that was even possible. “I mean, it looked like you needed help anyway so I thought I’d come and help I guess?” He explained. “Got a name? I’m Dylan by the way.”
His vocals were a little rough from using his sonic screech ability earlier, but in the very least he was able to speak again. "I wedged myself under the propped boulders." He spoke slowly, his voice rough and sounding more than a little broken at the moment. Nothing like the normal fluid tones he preferred to speak with.
"You are dense." A loud vent sounded from under the two rocks, followed by a series of clicks as he rebooted his vocal processor once again. It took another five minutes before he was able to continue his conversation, and finally he didn't sound like his voice would give out any moment.
"I'm in my altmode, safer and smaller target. Smarter than announcing my presence openly." He explained it quietly, rolling out a few inches until the boy could no doubt see the nose of his jet mode. It stood out starkly, a military jet squashed up under two boulders braced together just enough to give him cover.
"My designation is Starscream. Who is your guardian and just why aren't they with you? Last I checked Optimus didn't like letting you children out of the base unprotected."
Primus knew Megatron had no problems attacking them.
That was definitely interesting. Though that of course presented the problem of how they fixed this problem. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked him up and down. “Well, I’m not even sure how to get you unstuck, honestly, I may need to call one of the Bots.” He explained honestly.
Wait, his guardian? Well that was again a complicated question. But he decided to simplify that as best he could. “I mean I don’t really have parents If you mean they. Well, I did but it’s a long story,” he then explained. “Right now I’m living with my Autobot partner, Ratchet, but he’s...”
Wait, Starscream? Of course now Dylan was backing all the way up. “Whoa! Starscream!? You don’t look like him!” He announced loudly. “Though it was sure a nice try at tricking me! Almost had me there - but nu-Uh.”
His processor ached. Ratchet, the little human said. He did and did not know who that was. Maybe he meant Red Alert and the medic had simply changed his designation? That was possible he supposed, and made his processor ache less.
The reaction to his designation earned the small human a loud venting sigh as he rolled out the rest of the way so that he could transform and generally pick the boy up in a clawed hand.
"I'm not going to hurt you boy. Not sure who you've met before with my designation, but I have never seen you before this encounter and have no reason to trick you. If I were intent on such, wouldn't I have changed my designation at least?" He rolled his wing struts and motioned with his free hand to the fact that he still had the Autobot symbol imprinted on the appendage. Except he didn't, the mark was gone and he actually had no faction marking anywhere on his person. Which confused him.
"I was supposed to be out on a scouting mission with Jetfire...ah Skyfire. He can vouch for me if you'd like to call home." He was kneeling, keeping the boy close but not holding hard enough to hurt him. He had learned gentleness from a young girl named Alexis. "I think I might have hit my head, my memory is a little jumbled." Maybe that would calm the boy?
Was he serious? What the heck was he talking about? At this point, Dylan was confused but didn’t actually have reason to scream for help... Yet anyway. The second that Starscream decided to do anything dangerous though he would and he was known for his loud scream after all.
Skyfire? Jetfire? Did they have an Autobot named that?
Dylan had been away from the Autobots for so long he didn’t honestly know anymore! He rubbed his head slightly. “Skyfire? Jetfire? I don’t... I mean is that an Autobot?” He asked. “I haven’t even heard of them, but I mean I’ve been out fo this game for a while too.”