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Characters: Open to All Autobots Location: Jasper, NV Content Warnings: n/a Plot Summary: Finally finding her way to Earth, the Autobot medic Blizzard begins her search for the rest of the Autobot forces.
It had been a long time since she'd seen many of the other Autobots, having volunteered to remain behind on Cybertron as they slowly trickled towards the little backwater planet called Earth. After all, once Ratchet left someone had to attend the terminally stupid who always managed to get themselves damaged on the field of battle. But she'd stayed longer than she should have, until there was no one left for her to take care of, until being in the base became the most useless, total waste of time she had ever experienced. So, reluctantly, she left her homeworld. She didn't know when or if she'd ever be back, but it was time to rejoin the others.
The trip to Earth didn't take as long as she thought it would, and she managed to make landfall without damaging herself. After all, a medic that was too injured to be of assistance was a very useless one.
The place she landed near had these small organics wandering around, and she had to wait until after dark to scan an acceptable alternate form so that she could blend in better. With that done she found herself a place away from the organic natives and transformed so that she could hack in to the satellite system in orbit around the planet and send an encoded message on the Autobot frequency. This way, at least, the blasted Decepticons couldn't understand what she was saying, and hopefully not pinpoint her location. She'd be on the move, but still.
"This is Autobot medic Blizzard calling any Autobots. I have made landfall and need further directions in order to rendezvous with everyone. I am in the area of the human settlement called Jasper, and will remain in the area until further notice."
She vented softly and angled her doorwings just so, making sure the message went out on a short loop that would play once every hour until it was responded to. "Come on Optimus, tell me where you are." Granted she may get ahold of anyone, but the point was she'd be back where she belonged. After so long, she would be able to help again.
Stepper had intercepted the signal almost immediately and decoded it quickly, and though anxious of a new face among the ranks, he knew it was in his best interest to make sure that his comrade arrived safely. At least, that was what he kept telling himself. That it was going to be okay. That he and his fellow Autobots were safe to approach one another. He wasn't on some backwater trade planet where someone would just jostle you out of the way and tell you to shut up.
He tucked his prized rifle against himself and transformed, leaving base to head out for Jasper. It was a familiar place by now, as he had been in Jasper with Hot Shot before, and he had often familiarized himself with the area alone when he had a chance.
He would soon send out his own encoded signal on the Autobot channel to Blizzard. "Private Stepper coming to intercept and guide you in Jasper. Give me your coordinates in the city and I will locate you for the rendezvous." He hoped that didn't sound too stupid.
Oh, who was he kidding? If it was coming out of his processor, it was probably stupid. And probably made him sound like a rookie. No, he was a rookie so it was perfectly fine to sound like one, right? Hopefully it wasn't too overly-encrypted too! He was used to encrypting and decrypting things with the various ciphers he had been taught by his creator and carrier.
She hadn't even made it off the incline she'd found for herself when her message was responded to, and the medic was thrilled. Doorwings fanned back out, shifting so that she could catch and decode his signal the same way she encoded them. She had no idea why her lower set of doorwings did that, but also didn't question it too much.
"Good to hear another friendly voice. I thought I'd landed on the wrong planet at first." She sighed, looking around her location for a moment before finishing. "I will be in a patrol pattern through Jasper, along the main thoroughfare." She sent him another encrypted message, this one a databurst so that he'd know who exactly he was looking for. Her colors and the make and model of her altmode. "If you aren't sure its me, please honk. I don't mind."
She folded down into her altmode and took off for the organic habitation area called Jasper, intent on putting herself on that patrol pattern so she'd be easy to find. After all, it was dark here and not many cars were out, nonetheless bright seafoam colored ones.
"I will see you when you arrive." And that was the end of that comm. She could almost hear the nervousness of the mech that was coming to get her, and hoped it was that he was simply a rookie, rather than he was afraid of medics. Ratchet had a fearsome reputation, but not all medics had his terrible berthside manner.
Stepper would quickly receive and decrypt the databurst. Her colors and altmode seemed quite distinct and he'd be able to pick her out, even in the dark. At least, he hoped. It hadn't been too hard to pick bots out on trade planets sometimes so maybe he had that going for him.
The ultramarine-blue young mech would soon arrive in Jasper. "In town, well rendezvous with you soon!" A quick comm would be the first greeting from the young rookie. He was trying to tame his anxious nature, but being a rookie, and quite young, not to mention unfamiliar faces...oh how anxiety-provoking that could all be!
Soon, he would catch a glimpse of the altmode and start giving a soft honking of his horn in case. He thought that it might be her, but he didn't want to startle some human driver either. He tried to almost make it look like routine driving, having studied the humans' traffic etiquette on his datapads extensively. Actually, studying seemed to be ALL he did most of the time. Then again, a computer technician didn't really often do combat.
Even a computer technician who had a rifle. Not that he often used it. He cleaned it in the way his mentor had, and often settled with it when he was in his quarters, but that was about it.
She was too happy to be finally reuniting with the Autobots to really respond to the call that someone would be there soon. She just cheered, a happy little chirp that went through her comms just before transforming and patrolling the sleepy little town. She didn't wait all that long, only startled because she'd been watching an elderly human cross the street with some sort of organic candid creature.
"Oh!" She flinched then flashed her lights. "Yes its me." She flashed them again then started driving along again, so that she could show the other where she'd landed and they could safely transform and talk face to face. On the way she kept her comms open, beginning the conversation ahead of time.
"You have no idea how glad I am to be back with one of my own kind. It got to be very lonely on Cybertron by myself. I suppose I was too stubborn to leave with the others."
He would follow after her, keeping his "headlights" on so that he could appear to be driving after her like a convoy sometimes did. He kept his own comms open, loving that he finally was able to just have contact with someone one-on-one. At the base, it was just so crowded and scary sometimes!
"I can imagine. I didn't really get the choice to leave. I just got kinda...shoved in a pod and sent off, in stasis." He really hadn't had the choice, he just had to survive on his own. And that was sometimes a pain in the neck.
He seemed to be getting antsy to transform again. But he didn't want the humans to see him, and he didn't want what happened when he had arrived on Earth, with a large organic ursid creature snarling at him and his pod, standing upright. That had NOT been the greatest introduction to Earth's native fauna, unlike the pine needles that had fallen on him being his introduction to the native flora.
"Anyone that tried that on me would be meeting the bad end of my medical tools." She told him pleasantly as they drove, now heading for the secluded spot she'd taken landfall. Once they arrived she transformed, fanning both sets of doorwings fully out and stretching them as she awaited the mech that had come to fetch her.
"How far away is the base from here? Are we close? Who is in command? Has Optimus Prime made his way here yet?" She'd been alone a long time, and wasn't sure who all was on this planet and who hadn't made it yet. But she was being pleasant, and something told her that the mech that had come was not as old as he pretended to be.
Youngling, at most, maybe fresh into his adult armor. It was sad to see that someone so young was forced to fight in this terrible war. Were there even any little ones left for her to care for? To treat and attend? Had any of her kind been sparked since this entire thing had begun?
"...Then again you're grown up and an experienced medic. I mean...you've had your final upgrades and everything." His voice seemed wistful. He wasn't yet old enough for his, but he had still managed to make his way into the army, and had learned to defend himself in case, though he spent most of his time with a less deadly form of warfare. He transformed with a less dramatic flair than the first time he had transformed for someone, standing arrow-straight, almost losing his balance with his awkward, ungainly stance.
"Not far. It shouldn't take more than...a few kliks...a few Earth minutes." He tapped his fingertips. He hadn't even thought about how long it had taken him to get here. "Optimus is in command, ma'am. With Ratchet as chief medical officer." He figured since she was a medic, he should know who the chief medical officer was as well.
He fidgeted his visor, which seemed to be attached at the sides rather than a retracting visor. A programmer's visor, his creator had called it. The one who carried his spark, his carrier, called it a merchant's visor. He'd gotten used to calling it a hacker's visor. He had been sparked after the war had already began, after the Well was unable to give new life. Digits reflexively adjusted his visor again.
"Would...you like a guide back to the base?" His voice seemed to crackle nervously for a moment.
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