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Characters: Gateway/Anyone Location: CFB North Bay, Ontario, Canada Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Gateway falls into existence due to the Convergence, their memories scrambled, erased and blurred. They are in a Canadian military base absolutely baffled and are quickly gathering a lot of attention. It wouldn't be long until the forces of both sides discover them. At that point there would likely be a scuffle of sorts, especially if Decepticons arrive, but afterwards when things are cleared out some more casual talking would occur.
Gate didn't particularly remember being here. Then again, Gateway didn't really remember how they were on a planet made not of metal but of organic matter at all. They were just here. On top of that, what was going on with their body? When did they stop being a standard Vehicon? Wait, I remember I was freed from Decepticons and given these enhancements. They thought to themself with a calming ex-vent. Then... who was it that rescued me then? Come through their processor quickly, tensing every joint in their frame.
"Why can't I remember?" Gateway asked out loud. Then something broke their haze of confusion. A blaring alarm was echoing through the area. Examining their surroundings, Gate discovered that the environment wasn't just ground stone with organic matter both mixed in and laid atop it. There was a large, although simple, facility not too far away at all; Gateway was inside of it's boundaries.
Inside one of the communication rooms of the CFB North Bay airfield, a captain was ordering immediate alert of the United Nations that there was an active Cybertronian in their base. The message was relayed ASAP and it wouldn't be long until the message would reach the Autobots. However, the Decepticons would easily be able to detect Gate's unshielded energon signature.
It came as no surprise that the SOS message to the human United Nations was intercepted by the superior communications sensors of The Nemesis. A Cybertronian bearing resemblance to a vehicon appearing at some human base with no warning was certainly of note to the Decepticons, especially when there had been no attack ordered upon the base in question. Since it just so happened that his flight path for his patrol took him into that area, it was only logical that Dreadwing be dispatched to investigate.
He uttered a private, displeased sound. It was not often that Dreadwing was sent out on patrol. Patrol was usually reserved for Vehicon troops and lower-ranked soldiers, and it was not hard to see that the seeker had clearly displeased his Lord and Master in some way to have been assigned to more patrols than usual when he ought to have been tending to his duties as a captain of the current standing seeker armada. Still, it was his duty to fulfill the wishes of his leader, and his obedience was automatic no matter his growing ire at being given grunt work -- and greeting potential Decepticon newcomers to this backwater mudball was one of them.
As he approached from above, Dreadwing surveyed the surroundings. There were many optimal places to plant bombs should the need arise, and plenty of cover should this devolve into a firefight. It wasn’t until he got closer that he realized the vehicon in question was rather… larger than the standard drone was, and significantly more heavily armoured. Certainly one of theirs, but Dreadwing could not say he recognised them.
His transformation was swift and utilitarian, and he landed heavily upon the ground with a heavy thunk. “Soldier! State your designation, and explain what you are doing here!”
Things were starting to go for the worst when military infantry had closed in on Gateway, but there was an awfully abrupt retreat. This was not a matter Gate had faith in that it would be good. This belief was justified in mere moments as the clean transformation of Dreadwing took the focus of Gateway. They took a more defensive stance as this occurred, only furthered by the notice of a Decepticon insignia. It's been far too long since they had to face off one of their old "superiors" without back up from comrades...
"Gateway, and..." they mumbled as the purpose of their presence eluded them. Why was Gate here? "... that is not necessary for your knowledge. My actions here are of no importance to a Decepticon such as yourself.” Gate made their position clear. This was not going to end well. Gateway actually intended to give a sort of speech to the Seeker.
"First, I must state, that I am not a vehicon and I am certainly not in the Decepticon ranks. I am freestanding, and I am free." The tone in use was far more upstanding than before. The former-'Con sounded quite proud of themself. They were clear, forthright and absolutely filled with a great amount of dignity, to the point that it was almost as if they had never been belittled. Never been pushed to the floor by that which they now faced. This pulled more words from Gate’s intake, “You are the same scum that crushed me all those years, decades even. I have suffered, and I am done with kneeling to you slaggunds. I will not break!”
While it seemed fairly brave, if not cliche, Gateway wasn’t so certain of themself. What they let on was far different from the feeling they felt. In all honesty, Gate was actually quite afraid, and did not want much conflict. The thought of fighting what was clearly a Seeker was actually quite intimidating. The situation needed to be handled with an amount of delicacy that Gateway was not using. They knew this was a bad choice, but hey, this was a chance to verbally spit in the enemy’s face. Worth it? Primus knows.
Judging by the Vehicon’s -- or, rather, the not-Vehicon’s -- immediate use of a name that was not a serial number and by the fact that they seemed rather irate at the very sight of a superior, Dreadwing felt quite confident in assuming that this bot was not, in fact, a soldier returning to the fold after having been scattered during the Exodus, but someone else entirely. A vehicon with a name was incredibly unusual considering individuality was discouraged in the lower ranks, as was a vehicon who had clearly received some rather interesting upgrades. The cocky and bold way Gateway conducted themselves was also something to be noted.
Having also witnessed the abuse that the Vehicon and Eradicon drone class underwent while under the command of other Decepticons in the Cause (though he himself had always treated those under his command with respect due from a commanding officer, and did not treat them as disposable as some others did), Dreadwing couldn’t exactly blame Gateway for their vehemence, but in his mind, it was misplaced.
He sneered slightly. Dreadwing was less than impressed. “So you admit that you are a deserter, ‘Gateway’?” While he may have been currently unhappy with his current assignment, the seeker was still unfailingly loyal to The Cause (with the single-mindedness of someone who had bought into the myth and was rather adept at deluding themselves into ignoring the more problematic aspects), and traitors were not something he tended to tolerate. “That makes you a traitor to the Cause, and one who should be taken before our Lord and Master for due punishment!”
Within the Autobot base, a message was received that a Cybertronian was among a military base. It was an SOS and that meant danger will follow. To avoid suspicion and potentially revealing what the alt modes of non military-esque disguises, Rotor was chosen to investigate this potential threat. Her alt mode being an attack helicopter would make it easier for the military to say they were developing a weapon.
The Autobot helicopter took a warp gate that lead her a little ways from the base where the confrontation was happening. Now in Canada, the Autobot pulled up the coordinates before taking a b-line straight to the base at low altitude. This allowed a greater chance not to be seen as she uses her alt mode's surprisingly useful nose cameras to get a further ahead view.
A plethora of trees and soon a clearing for a base was seen. The helicopter closed the distance before deciding to take a course correction to circle the base from those two large Cybertronians. They were much larger than herself! Also pragmatic was the fact one had a purple sigil that she relayed to base and to warn the humans of a potential firefight there. She told the humans on the ground that she will try an entry from the Cybertronian's blind spot behind the buildings.
A wide, low altitude circling maneuver was performed before she transformed. Needle like pedes stabbed the ground as Rotor stayed low and out of sight. A habit she garnered on Cybertron from combating ground units. From there she creeped around the structures. Her machine gun slid out of the casing on her right arm as she lifted it to take a stance before stopping behind a building that should provide her cover from sight from those two... If they haven't moved from their original positions.
While Dreadwing bore the distinct Decepticon insignia, Gateway was printed with an unknown brass colored one of angular design. Whatever faction they'd aligned with, it wasn't familiar to anyone, on the basis of existing in but just a few instances of time. This lack of commodity was also the reason the existence was so distorted in Gateway's processor, and couldn't piece anything together. Sadly enough for everyone, nobody would actually know any of this.
Gate growled, digging their pedes into the ground as their defensive stance strengthened. The presence of an autobot was undetected, even by their advanced sensors. This was because said advanced sensors were currently fried. In actuality, many of Gateway's gadgetries were ruined. There was no explanation as to why, it just was the case, and Gate would have to roll with it as they probably fought.
"I will go nowhere! Megatron is a cruel tyrant with no regard for the majority of Cybertronians at all, just tools to his plan!" Gateway tried to inform him in vain, and produced rockets to their rocket pods. If Dread wanted a fight, he would get one. No doubt about it.
Things grew to be more tense as Gate prepared their backpack, loud hissing emerging as plates unfolded. As things neared a fight, they would be ready.
With so many military vehicles moving out away from the base under evacuation procedures, one single incoming military helicopter might have gone unnoticed were Dreadwing not so attuned to detail. Strange for a human to be returning to the danger zone… but if this were an Autobot, surely he would have noticed the ground bridge opening up. He glanced at the circling copter, gauging how much of a threat it could pose to himself, before deciding that its risk was negligible compared to the bot before him, who was getting increasingly agitated. He turned his attention away from it.
To Dreadwing, Gateway’s words were little more than the irate ramblings of a traitor and a deserter and thus he paid them no mind (no matter how true these words might have been, or how one part of him might have even agreed). As rockets clicked audibly into their deployment chambers, Dreadwing merely quirked his browplate and drew his two-handed ion cannon.
“As you wish.”
The ion cannon would do well at this range, but Dreadwing also took mental stock of the explosives in subspace. He hadn’t had time to set mines, of course, but he still had many bombs at his disposal. He waited, limbs tense, for Gateway to make the first move.
The silent femme stayed behind cover, not yet revealing her location just yet. She had an urge for now to listen to what these two were doing here. Were they hunting artifacts or recovering items that was lost to them? She ducked a little behind her cover when she noticed the tone of their voices. This wasn't good.
Her machine gun slid out of a sub space along her arm, a wrist mounted gun for her. She knew she will need it in this close of quarters. Which should be a better weapon than what the big blue one was totting around to show how much force he can fling. This led her to believe it was a charge shot than a straight up pull the trigger and rounds spew out. Of course if it did that she will have to get very far from it.
A strange feeling came to the femme before she spoke up from behind cover, "You two gonna stand and bicker? That is kinda what I want than a fight here where there are tons of explosives laid about." Every inch of her mind screamed at the sheer stupidity of her impulse! She could be targeted right away by the two! Though somehow she knew that they would assume the other just got backup and would either get into a tussle or handle it with diplomacy... For added measures she looked around the base to see just how much explosives were actually about.
Gateway was ready to throw their suckerpunch of an attack when the unthinkab happened. A bystander cut in verbally. They weren't involved, they even could have avoided the fight, yet here they were, requesting the dispute to remain just that, a dispute. No fight, just disagreement.
That was actually a pretty good idea, really. Gate had to agree, and while keeping their weapons at the ready, didn't fire, instead, they spoke, “I agree with the voice coming from that cover over there. I’m not particularly interested in fighting. I may be a traitor and sickened by… well every faction, I’m not going to fight if I don't need to.” Okay so that was partly a lie, Gateway was seeking out anything mechanical to plug into, but that’s beside the point. They wanted to keep combat out of this.
After all, they weren't the strongest in any sense. A support, if a combatant at all. Finding their… what team? Who were they with? What happened in the name of Primus? Answers were needed, but they wouldn't be found here. First things first was find out who this newcomer was, and so Gate sidestepped without facing away from Dreadwing entirely at any point. Finding them should be a cinch.
To Dreadwing’s credit, he did not flinch nor did he erroneously pull the trigger at the sudden, unexpected sound of a voice from seemingly out of nowhere. His resolve was firmer than many others of either faction; It took more than that to shake him. He was thus distinctly unimpressed by the Autobot’s attempt to cause distraction.
“Typical Autobot cowardice, but not unexpected. Your kind prefer to use your humans as shields.” Hardly the truth, but he also knew that rankling the Autobot and getting them off balance would work in his favor. Perhaps there was some wisdom in what the Autobot -- and the traitor -- were advocating in that things would be a bit easier if a firefight did not break out in a place where they were liable to blow themselves up by accident.
Warily, the muzzle of his ion cannon lowered. Certainly if any other Decepticon were present, he would be mocked for it, but while Dreadwing enjoyed causing explosions, he was not overly fond of being in the middle of them. He’d already had one delightful explosion-filled mission for which he’d needed to be repaired for (and that was the extent to which he’d allow himself to ever think of that day, and of the Autobot who saved his life), and he did not wish to repeat it.
Dreadwing considered Gateway long and hard then, his scarlet optics narrowing. “You say you are sickened by fighting and you have forsaken The Cause. This makes you no better than a bystander who takes no side in a situation of injustice, for those being oppressed will not thank you for your silence.”
Things were tense here: their tones in their voices, weapons, and of course their sizes that may contribute to who has the biggest... This was a tricky situation indeed. Rotor had taken a risk in going in alone and she had to think faster to keep ahead. Lucky for her, that was her job. As it entails dodging S.A.M's and other goodies as she laid waste to the grounds below.
A moment below and no skirmish was taking place after her voice had risen. Her wrist mounted weapon was silently loaded and cocked into firing position. On the surface she looked terrified of such a close combat encounter. Yet deep within her being was one who was getting a thrill from this kind of encounter. So new, so fresh.
"Using humans as shields wouldn't be justified. But neither have any Decepticon actions in the past!" That mask barely held back the rising volume. Both in decibels and spite! This proved she was an Autobot. This soon struck her that she may be talking to a Decepticon and a former one who may have hated the Autobots so much. A sticky situation now.
The vents to her air compressors sped up to fill her intakes with fresh air and keep her cooled off as best as possible. Though her audio receptors picked up the confrontation being redirected back upon the mystery figure. "An evil bystander? How close minded are you! I know a few that want to remain neutral and are willing to help a Cybertronian peacefully!" In all honesty she had long forgotten those that she knew that stayed neutral after so long of fighting. Maybe she held the past examples and kept that alive to bring a smile to herself when things started to grew dim.
Neutral. No, that’s not right. There was something more to this. To them. Gateway knew it. This was not all there was, but nothing could come to mind. Almost brought a terrible ache to their processor, but Gate got control of themself and focused back on reality. Dreadwing had lowered his main weapon and the Autobot responded with supposedly nothing, but in the face of the enemy nothing is always something. Probably preparing to defend herself. It’s an inevitability of Autobot to Decepticon contact that they’d be ready to fight at the drop of a pin. Gateway felt on edge as well, but with no certainty as to why.
Something about Dreadwing felt right, though. A glint of something that didn’t make Gate want to slam a tentacle through his spark chamber. Just a glint though. Not enough to sate the burning anger they felt. It was stuck to simmering now, though, as a fight would be absurdly foolish. No way to defend themself, yet. Just relocate a bit and all would be good, given some of these vehicles left out look rather intimidating. They’re just all out of position for a stunt like that.
Solution? Shuffle around and lead them off. Gateway paced in a circle but kept the distance they had from the Decepticon constant. They stopped in front of an open garage, but tried to seem unaware of their decision. He was just following the Autobot’s idea of seeming unprepared but being ready to strike at any moment. Their backpack was even still prepared, which is exactly why Gate is positioned where they are. To make things less suspicious of course, they did speak to lighten things.
“Don’t speak for me. Either of you. I make my decisions on this Primus forsaken mudball.” The cold anger in their voice. Gate didn’t know why the planet left such a bad taste on his glossa, but it did, and thus they spite it verbally. This they’d find out when not confronted with the threat of two opposing faction members. One step at a time, things don’t happen all at once.
Dreadwing sneered in the direction the Autobot’s voice was coming from, indignation clear from the sudden twitch of his wings. “Neutrality is but consent for the oppressor, not that an Autobot would ever acknowledge it as such. By standing by and doing nothing, those who choose inaction enable tyranny!” How unsurprising for an Autobot to think that it was anything else. His claws tightened around the handle of his cannon, but still the muzzle of the weapon remained pointed downward.
(He did not, of course, like to acknowledge -- or think about -- that such tyranny had also been perpetuated by his own kind. He preferred to believe that his was a noble battle, a just battle, for when one had dedicated their spark to their cause, it was all that much harder to admit when one’s cause had become the very thing it had sought to destroy.)
The neutral, Gateway, was clearly still agitated even despite this mutual ceasefire. Dreadwing eyed them suspiciously as they fidgeted and paced, wandering back in an odd, stilted shuffle. Perhaps against his better judgement, the seeker followed, his quick mind trying to work out just what this bot was up to.
“Then, by all means, continue making your decisions,” He snipped back. Subtly, he tried to peer around the vehicon’s bulky frame and into the open garage, wondering perhaps if there was some as of yet unidentified advantage Gateway was hoping to exploit.
A silent check of her wrist mounted gun told her that her weapon was armed and ready. She did it again as these two kept talking, just to be safe and sure that she is at the ready. All these weapons and no shooting just made her shoulders itch to go into firing position. It was infuriating enough as is around this military base. Something had to be done...
The glass visor of her helm peeked around the corner of her cover to examine who all was there. Big. Strong... And Two of them. A Vehicon and a Seeker. Her head stayed out of cover for so long as she examined them for any hostile body motions or if they were planning to leave and cause no ruckus. "Be a tyrannical Decepticon for all I care. Forcing others to do your work, changing them how you can say it is always right for you!"
She felt proud for saying that to a Decepticon and still be alive. That pride soon turned to worry as her helm slid back behind the cover of the building. Best to keep the pride going for another day than waste it here.
She did listen to the Vehicon regarding to this planet as a mudball, she had to agree there. Way too much mud for her liking whenever she landed up in these regions. Always tracking mud and leaving what was once a pristine base to be proud of to a mess. Cybertron was much better.
"You know, kinda surprised that a Decepticon was reasonable enough to decide not to shoot at a moments notice. I applaud you." Those words had a buzz to it for her, making the blades on her hips dance and shuffle in excitement. Impudence filled her soon enough making her want to do those lines more often now.
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