Lunar Mirage Arrives

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Characters: Lunar Mirage, Any
Location: Death Valley
Content Warnings: n/a
Plot Summary: Lunar Mirage arrives on earth in a badly beaten ship.

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Lunar Mirage hit her control panel with her fist as the engines of her reliable but beaten single bot ship failed to respond. She could only imagine how easy her ship would have been to trace. She tried to start the engine one more time which failed to make so much as a peep. She shook her head knowing she would likely need to steel a new ship at some point.

She got up and headed for the exit of the ship, drawing and stabbing the wall of her ship as she moved. Stopping a moment she turned and ran the energon blade through the main computer terminal dragging the blade from the center out the side. By the time She exited the ship however she was calmer and had put her blade away. She knew she needed to focus, their were deceptions and autobots on the planet and Lunar Mirage felt it best to avoid them early on. Gather intelligence, research the sides and most importantly, determine who will pay more for her service.

She was standing there when she happened to see a black triangle like aircraft fly over head. On impulse she scanned it knowing a native form would help her hide. She knew little of humans and how well they would be able to tell her from their own jets but assumed she would have at least a small window of blending in. She would need to learn more about the humans now that she was here.

Walking to the front of her ship she considered the blue sky that was now above her. Spotting a strange flying creature she assumed was native she had trouble resisting the impulse to draw her rifle and take aim at the bird. With a single near silent shot a pair of wings fell, the body reduced to base atoms in the alien sky. Putting the weapon away she looked back at her ship and walked back to it, opening up a side compartment to take the pair of energon cubes she had stored for the arrival.

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He’d got a signal! His HUD was tracing it, it was descending into the planet’s atmosphere, about four hundred miles from his original position. Naturally, Maleki had taken to the skies, soaring four the source of the signal. The seeker vehicon was eager to get to the newly crashgin Cybertronian. Since his scanners were a bit damaged still, he couldn’t distinguish whether the newcomer was going to be a Decepticon or an Autobot…but as far as Maleki was concerned, it was an energon signal that was worth flying to. If it was an Autobot, then he could kill him or her. If it was a Decepticon, he’d have company, and better yet, maybe someone who could help him find the rest of his Decepticon kind on the planet.

The wind whistled a welcoming whoosh into Maleki’s audios as he rushed through it, already the smoke trail of the newcomer was in sight. Here I go. The vehicon thought to himself, igniting his thrusters to a brighter blast as he increased his velocity. He zipped past the crashed vessel at first, before circling around. He maintained a fair distance from the newcomer and her ship as he continued to sharply rotate around. Huh. No insignia conveniently painted on any side. Smart. He mentally grunted. That left this new comer as a bit of a wild card, until further notice. Maleki lowered himself with each come around, decreasing speed, and making sure the cybertronian standing apart from her ship was given a clear glimpse of him.

His alternate form was that of a heavily modified vehicon flier. It was obvious he was of Decepticon origin, anyone would be able to distinguish his spiky seeker design to not be of Autobot engineering. Upon being 30 feet from the ground, Maleki began his transformation sequence. His wings started to shift backwards, folding downwards towards his hull. The front of his jet form split apart, folding and slotting itself into strong arms; a helmet sprouting from in between. His the back end of his jet form also separated, morphing into dependable legs. His arms reached out to the ground, briskly embracing it in a rough landing as he summer salted. The rest of his body was now formed, and a customized vehicon now stood 24 feet above the ground, his yellow visor blaring at the femme in voiceless greeting. Unlike his brethren, there was nothing wiry in his build, Maleki was aerodynamic, and his limbs looked as if they held much more strength and prowess behind them. He walked with the pride of a mech who’d endured plenty of battle scars, though his dimly glimmering armor spoke of the slight rookie he was.

“Alright, let’s get down to brass tax. Decepticon or Autobot missy? If you’re an Autobot, I’ll give you a free one.” He gestured to himself after nodding towards her rifle. Her appearance was a bit bulky, and completely funeral black. Her faceplate was a subtle dark purple almost mistakably black. She had a strangely smooth appearance for someone with a bit of bulk, and aside from her rifle, it didn’t look like she could hold too many weapons. Though Maleki estimated if she had a gun like that, the whole nice looking armor thing was a sham. Like his, her appearance echoed of black ops purposes, which made him feel a bit more confident that she was a Decepticon. The green eyes spoke of an intelligence he had yet to decide he was comfortable with though.

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Her focus on the earth animal had let her get distracted. Still she watched as the other bot began to change with interest. Clearly Deception origins, she could tell without needing to see the insignia. He reminded her of a vehicon but not quite, the build was different. Not as bulky as her, she assumed he was faster. She was curious but not enough to put down the rifle, not yet. She admired the flight form and it made her wnat to check her own.

"Mercenary actually, I'll work for whoever wants to pay, but i do prefer Decepticons. They mind collateral damage so much less as i'm sure you know. Figured this world would have better opportunities then deep space, but i may have over taxed my engine. The Name's Lunar Mirage. Assassination and espionage are my game, how about you Decepticon? she said confidently. She had no idea what this bot could do, but confidence in her own abilities kept her calm and believing she was in control of the situation.

"I prefer my free one's from a few miles away at least and lethal. Betides no contract to put you down" she said having considered shooting the other bot for a few moments on his offer. Killing people she has not contracted out for simply did not pay. His noticing her ship was also her fault for pushing the engine much to hard she felt. She would need to purchase or steal a new ship eventually but for now she was content to see where the cards laid.

"I had heard of decpticon and autobot's on this world, decided i could make some pay if i got here. Active war zones are good for the prophets" " she said continuing her honest dialog with the other bot. She was long past believing either side had any glory in them. The war had killed their planet and marched on. Optimus and Megatron cared more about fighting each other then the state of their people. Their was nothing anyone could do about that though. The pair were to powerful.

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    “Mercenary huh?” Maleki folded his left arm over his right, while his right arm lightly bent to lightly stroke his chin. So she was a Merc. Maleki could work with that. His mind pondered for a second on how to treat her because of her ranking, and her obvious opinion on the war. She was turning out to beone of those pessimistic folks who was all about rebuking both sides already. But she sounded honest, so he was cool with that. “Okay, no shooting. Fine by me. Nice to meet you Lunar Mirage.” Maleki decided as he approached the femme. No use making enemies if there wasn’t a need to. He wasn’t about to act like those jerks in high command who believed they were Primus’s gift to the universe. Heck no.

“I’m black ops Vehicon Maleki. Programmed for killing, surviving, and putting up with a whole lot of crap from my superiors.” Maleki replied with an easy going tone. This femme looked like she knew how to use her gun. She was still holding it, so a handshake probably wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t going to take his gun out though. Oh no. Better for her to think him not as armed as she if anything got messy. Though again. She didn’t seem like she was looking for trouble.

“Wait a sec. This planet’s a war-zone?” Maleki asked, glancing around. “Huh. Well, nice to know. That means the rest of my unit might be lingering around. Or playing a sick joke version of hide and seek.” Maleki shrugged, pushing away the thought that they may have not lived through coming. His sarcastic humor was having no problem tagging along with his responses. It was a casual sarcasm though, and not at all being used to slander.
“I just got here a few hours or days ago. Trying to find my kind.” Maleki shrugged. “You came for prophets. I’d say it looks like you need ‘em right around now, not to state the obvious.” Maleki shrugged his shoulders. His seeker wings shifted downward, before his vents hissed, jerking them back up again. So he was talking to a merc.
“I got a spare low-grade energon ration on me. You need some refueling?” Maleki asked. Hey. If she wasn’t much for Autobots, and wasn’t trying to kill him, he might as well show some hospitality. Though he wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t accept energon form a stranger.