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Characters: @chronom, @moonwing Location: Some energon mine on Earth. Content warning: None Summary: Chronon and Moonwing scout out an energon mine for their factions
Chronon exited a Groundbridge, appearing near an energon signal. The signal would indicate a relatively small pocket of energon. Normally she wouldn't go after such a small mine, but beggars can't be choosers. Any amount of energon would be helpful to the Autobots.
Chronon strolled towards the energon signal, as her rocket-like alt-mode would probably hinder her progress rather than help it. And it's not like the Decepticons would bother with this small deposit anyway, it is barely worth the resources put into energon extraction.
The signal was indeed that of raw energon crystals, as Chronon found out standing at the entrance to the cave. "I suppose it's time to comm base to confirm this," she thought. But little did she know, someone was coming to stop her.
It was no surprise at all that poor Moonwing, following her utter failure at retrieving the Apex Armour, had been sent on more and more pointless and menial tasks, missions she could not possibly screw up. Today it was a simple investigation of a potential energon mine. It was a small energon signature, barely worth the time and effort, but Lord Megatron wanted to maintain his monopoly on all energon on this planet. Moonwing didn’t think it was fair to starve the Autobots out, but it wasn’t her place to question the will of her master. She was to scout it out, fill out a survey, and then report back so that a mining team could be sent to extract it before the Autobots could.
The young seeker was within the energon mine (if it could even be called that -- there was barely anything there of value at all), taking measurements with a scanner and recording her findings for further analysis, and contemplating her poor luck. She had lost the Apex Armour not to an Autobot, but to a human of all things! Understandably so, Lord Megatron had not been amused, and she managed to earn even more of his ire and fury. She knew she was running out of chances to prove herself worthy of the time and energy spent training her, and sooner or later her luck would run out and she would be terminated.
It was not a very happy thought at all. Her wings were drooping to the lowest point they could go, reflecting her glum mood.
Suddenly, the sound of distant footsteps echoed through the tunnels, and Moonwing nervously spun around. Her hand fumbled for her blaster. “Wh-Who’s there?!”
Chronon was about to send a comm to base when she heard a shaky voice ask who was there. She froze in her tracks. She expected all Autobots to know about her going after this signal, so the voice must be a Decepticon's. Either one who really is that nervous, or one who is good at acting.
Chronon wasn't taking any chances though, which is why she was prepared to materialize her EMP blaster into her hands in a split second. Her riot shield appeared to prepare her for an attack, and she even activated her battlemask, covering her face. Considering the number of modifications she had received since leaving Cybertron, it was unlikely any Decepticon could recognize her by her chassis, much less report her to the DJD.
After considering a few options, Chronon decided to not imitate a Decepticon, while also being unarmed. Well, as unarmed as she could be. Her spikes would still be menacing, even without knowing they were railgun projectiles. She raised her hands in the air as she appeared around the corner, though keeping close to her entryway so she could either duck behind it if things go wrong, or grab her riot shield, which she placed next to her, concealed by the rock face.
"I'm not holding any weapons," Chronon told the Decepticon in front of her. It was technically true.
She started studying the unfamiliar Seeker femme in front of her. Chronon had no idea who she was, which was something she rarely experienced anymore. Her head unconsciously tilted to one side, curious. The Seeker before her had the bare minimum of Seekerness, wings and the standard chassis, but nothing else. The Seeker's face wasn't even remotely familiar, which was strange.
After her last run-in with an Autobot had gone horribly wrong (though, it hadn’t been the Autobot that had ultimately taken her down), Moonwing was understandably skittish. The young seeker spooked badly at the appearance of an enemy from seemingly out of nowhere. This assignment was meant to be grunt-work, punishment for her failures, and thus unlikely to draw the attention of the Autobots.
Her wings tensed and twitched in alarm and suspicion. The Autobot in question was unfamiliar, which wasn’t entirely a surprise: due to her lack of experience, Moonwing can only recognise a small handful of them on sight. Unfortunately for Chronon, the young seeker’s fright was enough to have her reaching for her blaster, even despite the Autobot’s claim of being unarmed and the subsequent proof of hands held up. Fortunately, for Chronon, Moonwing’s in-built weapons had not yet come online due to her age and her past malnutrition, so the canons of a heavy-build seeker were not something that needed to be worried about.
“Wh-who are you?!” Moonwing demanded, with shaking hands and shaking voice as she pointed her (shaking) blaster at Chronon. “What do you want?!”
"Oh Primus I'm scaring her," Chronon thought. Her mask parted to reveal her face. This could have been a dangerous move, and she knew it. However, calming the Seeker was her priority at the moment. Still, Chronon cooled her armour in case the Seeker fired out of panic, so that the energon blast would freeze solid. Hopefully.
"Are you okay?" Chronon asked with concern, starting to step closer, while putting her hands down. She immediately recognized it might scare Moonwing into firing, and stopped in her tracks, as the young Seeker started shaking.
"I am Chronon," she answered. "I want a peaceful conversation, so it'd be great if you'd put down that blaster. Who are you and what brings you here?"
Moonwing flinched at the sound of the Autobot’s mask retracting back, for the click that would have otherwise been tiny and nondescript sounded more like a crack of a bullet in the tiny, echoing space. The young seeker’s wings tensed and twitched upwards even higher in response to the Autobot’s movement forward, and with a small sound of distress, Moonwing took a step backwards away, eager to put distance between herself and this enemy.
“St-stay back!” After her last encounter with an Autobot, she knew better than to lower her blaster. Poor Moonwing also began to realize that she’d backed herself against a wall and into a corner, which certainly did not help her anxious mood. Her hands shook even harder.
Chronon’s questions, however, caught her by surprise, and for several moments then it was clear how startled she was. Perhaps because she’d been so taken aback by it, her knee-jerk reaction was to obediently reply. “My n-name is Moonwing,” she stuttered, “And I’m here because it’s my duty.” And then the poor young seeker looked utterly perplexed for even answering the queries of an enemy.
[sorry for taking so long, @moonwing, and not writing much]
Chronon took a step back. They were now on opposite sides of the chamber, which was the furthest they could be without retreating into a tunnel.
"Your duty?" Chronon asked. "But don't the Decepticons have enough energon already?" Well, she supposed they have a lot of energon. Something as large as the Nemesis probably needed a lot of fuel, and the 'Cons, in her opinion, really shouldn't be wasting their time on this small mine.
The young seeker’s agitation diminished somewhat as soon as the Autobot stepped back and gave her space, though her hands still shook. She did not dare lower her weapon or holster it back into subspace, nor would she be caught off guard! Memories of her last unfortunate encounter with an Autobot rose unbidden to the forefront of her mind and her wings gave a little twitch.
Slowly, though, as it became apparent that Chronon would not threaten to clip her wings or otherwise harm her, Moonwing was beginning to calm.
“It is my duty,” she repeated when questioned, for in truth she was unsure of how to respond. It was true that the Decepticons held the monopoly on energon resources on this planet, and they certainly had more than enough to spare, but Lord Megatron desired to possess all of it. Knowing that they were essentially attempting to starve other Cybertronians made her greatly uncomfortable. “I am not supposed to question orders,” The young seeker said promptly. It sounded like she was reciting propaganda, and even she was beginning to realize it.
It was only now that Chronon realized how Moonwing differed from other young Decepticons. Moonwing wasn't a "shoot first, ask later" type of person, which Chronon was grateful for. Cave fights generally end in cave-ins, and from experience, the young Decepticons have a 50% chance of refusing to cooperate to escape. She would be fine, of course, with her strength and durable armor, but leaving any sentient being alone in danger always makes her feel bad.
Chronon decided to try talking her way out of this. "Why aren't you supposed to question orders?" she asked. Chronon knew the reason herself, as did any other non-Decepticon, but she hoped to make Moonwing realize it herself by making her think.
She was not supposed to question orders. This was a fact that every Decepticon had ingrained practically into their coding, but for Moonwing the sentiment had been drilled into her since the moment she had come online. She was taught to do what she was told and to never doubt those who told her what to do, molded into the perfect obedient soldier.
“Because-” The young seeker struggled, her browplates furrowing as she fought to come up with a rational explanation. “-Because you aren't! You just- you aren't supposed to.” But there was no rational explanation, not really, and even poor Moonwing was beginning to figure it out… but she dared not say as much, for giving the thoughts she was having now would be treason.
Chronon turned off her cooling system. It was unlikely that a fight would break out, and she'd rather not have Earth's atmospheric gases crystallize onto her armour.
"How do you know this?" Chronon asked, her voice gentle. What do you think you know, and how do you know it? That was the question Chronon constantly asks herself to find inconsistencies in her beliefs, and it was the first step to knowing what is true.
“It’s… It’s common sense! Everyone knows it.” At least, that’s what Moonwing had been taught. “Because- Lord Megatron said so, and all his lieutenants say so. It isn’t my place to question.” The last sentence was more of an affirmation - to herself, as a reminder that good soldiers asked no questions, only obeyed. It was not her place to question.
But if it wasn’t her place to question, then why did she in the first place? What sort of defective soldier was she?
Questioning lead to fear that she would be punished, and that fear lead to suspicion of some sort of trap. The Autobot was making her think things she knew she wasn’t allowed to think, to break the rules and ponder treasonous concepts! Her optics narrowed in suspicion at Chronon’s gentle voice. “Is this an Autobot trick? Are you trying to trick me? Because it won’t work!” The young seeker announced boldly, her wings high in agitation, but there was no hiding the way her hands and voice shook.
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