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Characters: Renegade, Open to all Location: Nevada; The Canyons Content Warnings: Possible Violence, Possible Cursing Plot Summary: Renegade emerges from her stasis pod that has landed on Earth, a bit in a daze, she begins to consult her options.
Cold steam hissed from the shell of the stasis pod, seeping through the cracks as it began to open. The mechanism whirred and clicked, parts rearranging themselves and moving out of the way till finally a rather large femme was revealed. She was different, her details including darker orange flames and golden, her 'skin' a metallic silver (like most Cybertronians) and her finish matte. She was a seeker, her wings folded uncomfortably in the tight space that had kept her alive during her journey to Earth.
First there was darkness, and then....
"Where... am I..."
Renegade's currently croaky voice muttered as cyan optics flickered, finally onlining. She moved sluggishly out of the stasis pod, stepping out into the sunlight with a groan, her wings fluttering as she stretched out her sore body. She glanced around, searching for any sign of other Cybertronians. What exactly was this place?
The former war general could only concur she'd landed on a planet or asteroid, the one that the Autobots and Decepticons were on. Hopefully. She took a look around again, finally coming to. "Hello?" She called out, her voice echoing through the canyons.
This was suppose to be just a routine patrol, checking out some unlikely places the Decepticons might be lurking or others. Sometimes Windblade found herself not far from the Autobot base located in this sector of Earth and at other times she found herself halfway across the planet. Her traveling endeavors often had her away from her fellow Autobots but not without keeping her coms open and ready to come back at a moments notice if there was trouble. But so far, things had been relatively quiet and she had been taking time once more to go it alone.
Was it the most proper tactic? Perhaps not. But Windblade always found it easier to work alone than with a team and hunting Decepticons came easier to her when her enhanced senses were also focused on looking out for a teammate. That wasn't to say she didn't care for her team, because she did with her very Spark but sometimes she was worried of losing a target when there were others involved and concentrating sometimes was rather difficult with distractions.
Her thoughts were soon snapped back into focus however when Windblade heard something. An echo, someone calling out in fact. At first, she was wondering if it was her com-link or she was just hearing things, stopping above the canyons and extending her senses. Definitely not her com-link, and she was faintly picking up a scent of someone. Cybertronian definitely, but she couldn't decipher who they were. Someone unfamiliar to Windblade that was for sure. "Time to check this out." She muttered as she kicked her afterburner into high gear and followed the scent that was becoming stronger as she got closer.
Once she finally found the source of the scent, Windblade came to hover in place, turbines on half power to keep her aloft as she observed the scene below. Someone had come from a stasis pod, seemingly recently crashed in fact but she wasn't finding an obvious allegiance thus far. Though, it was worth a look at this point.
Transforming in mid-flight, turbines still going and thrusters on her heels kicking into action, Windblade descended down since it was by now clear she was close by at this point. "Hey there newbie," Windblade greeted, giving a welcoming smile as she landed on the ground, kicking up some sand and dirt before she kicked off her thrusters and turbines and observing the femme for a moment. "Seems like you had an okay landing reaching this place." From the scars and scuffs on this femme's armor it was clear she had seen much and had been through a lot, making Windblade note that this femme was probably not someone to take lightly.
Surveying the canyon, the whirr of turbine engines soon came to her audio receptors, the rumbling bouncing off of the powerful rock walls. She tossed a glance toward the noise, her optics lighting up. She took a few steps forward as the source came into view. Then she transformed and skidded to a halt, kicking up sand and dirt as she did so.
The General blinked, shifting her weight as she registered the term 'newbie'. She chuckled lowly, staggering slightly forwards, her servo shot out and grasped a boulder to steady herself, energon leaking ever so lightly from her right wing. She coughed, shaking her helm before straightening again. "Fine, I suppose. That's General, miss, and what exactly /is/ this..." She glanced around, "Place? Where are we... And who are you?"
Renegade could tell that she was an Autobot from the red insignia, but still she'd want a name or some sort of designation. That was when she gave her a quick once over, taking Windblade in. So, she was an aerial warrior. She wondered if there were more Autobots, maybe Optimus Prime was still alive.
On occasion, Cyclonus preferred to patrol the skies himself where it might normally be reserved for Vehicons. He did not do well, lingering for so long idle. He supposed, truthfully, there was more to it than that. He enjoyed the solitude. The quiet moments for reflection in flight that duty or responsibility or even the gloom of the dim purple lighting of the Nemesis could not offer.
A voice.
Calling out through the labyrinth of canyons below. Well, it seemed like his solitude would have to be interrupted for the moment. He angled down slightly, cautious at first as always. It appeared that he was wise to do so, for another craft dove down into the canyons before him. Not a Decepticon.
Cyclonus flew down, alighting on the edge of one of the canyon walls further away from where the Autobot had set down and walked the rest of the distance, staying low and listening. As he neared the edge, he looked out. A stasis pod with a newly awoken Cybertronian. They distinctly lacked any sign of allegiance though the other had the clear marking of an Autobrand.
How to approach this…
The other newcomer was not openly hostile to the Autobot, though that might have been for a number of reasons. He needed to ascertain allegiance. Leaping off from his perch, Cyclonus slammed to the bottom of the canyon with gun in hand.
“I am Cyclonus of Tetrahex. And who, General, do you serve?” Cyclonus asked, optics cold and calculating, “It might behoove you to introduce yourself before demanding it of others.”
Renegade was about to speak again, that is, until another arrived, this time a mech. She recognized him immediately, though he introduced himself just the same. Perhaps he was right, she had indeed forgotten her manners in her waking moments. She dipped her helm, clearing her vocals awkwardly, her wings lowering in apology. "Actually, I-I'm Renegade. I used to serve under the Autobots till my second-in-command betrayed me... now I know no master, no higher authority."
She gazed down at her servos, flexing the sore joints and muttering something quietly to herself as they twinged uncomfortably. "Cyclonus, curious to see you here, well, where ever 'here' may be. My apologies for not properly introducing myself.. My processor... is.. fuzzy."
She shifted her weight stiffly, her cyan optics giving the mech a quick once over before she straightened her posture. She took a step back so she could see them both, blinking slowly as she awaited the femme's name and rank and the response from Cyclonus. She could clearly see now the Decepticon branding on him, hoping silently that he wouldn't fire against either of them.
General huh? That might have explained the femme's scarred and roughed up appearance, much less the wound on her right wing that Windblade took note of. She was hurt, most likely in need of some medical attention but it didn't seem too bad that the stranger before her could try and move. But there was still signs of unsteadiness when she reached out for a boulder to use as support, making Windblade show a flash of concern in her blue optics.
Before she could reply though, someone else made their appearance and this time it wasn't a friendly face, "Great, as if things weren't already precarious." Windblade muttered to herself, reaching back to draw her sword hilts but not yet activating them, having to keep herself calm enough not to start something. "So, you went rogue as a result. Don't exactly hear that story every day." Windblade said with surprised, wondering why any self-respecting Autobot would turn on another. But then again, she had to remember this wasn't exactly Caminus and things were very different here, that even an Autobot could be worse than any Decepticon or more than capable of something as heinous as treason.
"My name is Windblade of Caminus, Renegade. And I can guarantee you, this mech here is no friend of mine." Windblade introduced before this situation got out of hand, the young Camien eyeing Cyclonus' weapon. "And your pod crashed on a planet we've all come to know as Earth. It's almost like a second home for most, and for others just another planet to pillage and conquer." Windblade was sure to never take at least one optic off the purple flier, her own wings up to their fullest in preparation for something to happen. "I'd recommend putting the weapon away Con. Our visitor is hardly in any shape for combat or to be in the cross hairs of a tussle between you and I. So, for the sake of an injured party, we both put away our weapons and just get to the bottom of what's going on, hm?" Windblade suggested, tone cold but calm so as not to escalate their current situation.
A former Autobot. A neutral. Why then, come here? Not that she even seemed to know where here was. A warning then. Before he could speak, however, the Autobot answered her with her coloration on events. Then, the Autobot attempted to bargain with him. Windblade of Caminus. One of the colonies.
Many of the colonies had been taken in by Optimus Prime’s status as the last true Prime. The Decepticons rejected the Primes. They would fight the whole galaxy to rid it of the taint of Primes. Of this, Cyclonus was certain. “Yes, Earth. A battleground for our war like so many other worlds,” Cyclonus said, enforcing reality upon the Autobot.
“Our true home lies in tatters as you may be aware.”
“And have it your way, Autobot,” Cyclonus replied, stowing his gun, “But know that I do not need it to deal with you.” He turned slightly, never taking his optics off of Windblade, to address Renegade.
“Why come here to the front lines of the war if you’ve no master? Do you intend to choose one? Or will you rally as a neutral against the Decepticons?”
"Yes, his name was Hijack." Renegade confirmed Windblade's surprise at the betrayal of another Autobot. Her own Autobrand she had scratched off, as she still was unsure of herself, which team she was on. On one servo, the Autobots were against the Decepticons, but had no real plan to revive their home world or the system that would be set up afterwards. On the other, the Decepticons were ruthless and dangerous foes, but they had a plan for the future. Then again, they did destroy the planet in the first place, but that was both parties doing.
Their old system indeed needed assistance, but apparently Megatron couldn't conceive of Optimus Prime so he declared war. She couldn't even figure who she'd rather be a Prime, as the High Council, the corrupt government were the ones who decided to make Orion Pax into Optimus Prime. She sighed deeply, her engines whirring softly. She was in no shape to fight, but as the tensions grew worse she readied herself nonetheless. Thankfully Cyclonus and Windblade seemed to come to an agreement, so she relaxed as best she could.
She flinched as she felt the twinge in her wing again, her optics narrowing in curiosity as the mech turned back to her to ask her a question. And a valid one indeed, why had she come there? "Well, Cyclonus, sir, I originally followed to seek revenge against Hijack who I followed here, but he perished during the journey by a Decepticon's blade and I was still on course, so I decided I might as well consider my options, choose something new or remain an Autobot. I'm still unsure..." She placed her servo to her helm, she couldn't quite think straight.
Windblade gave Cyclonus a glare at his words, "Neither do I 'Con. And not all worlds have been touched by the taint of war." She retorted, knowing full well Caminus had not been touched. Although, it had been some time now since she had last seen her home, her wings giving an uncomfortable twitch at such a thought. "My true home remains alive and thriving, on the same issue that plagued Cybertron no less." Truth be told, Windblade was use to not having to need a ton of energy or expending so much. Caminus made good use of its limited resources, something she wondered if Cybertron could take a few cues from.
Leaving the matter be however, she turned her attentions back to Renegade as she answered something she too had begun to wonder. So her revenge had been taken away from her. But seeing her grab her helm, Windblade stepped forward as she stowed her hilts away, resting a hand on the other female flier's shoulder, "How about you worry about that at a later time Renegade. You should sit and regain your bearings, especially since you seem to be suffering the effects of your crash." Windblade suggested, half wondering if Cyclonus had also noticed this as well. She then gestured to another boulder nearby, "There should work for now."
Respect. Interesting. Despite her former Autobot origins, Renegade treated him with some degree of deference. Not what he might have expected. Perhaps there was a place for her in the ranks of the Decepticons after all. Then again, Lord Megatron was especially…distrustful of new acquisitions of late.
His optics flicked with irritation to Windblade, the young spark who continued to be rude. Not that he particularly blamed her. They were enemies after all. Yet her claims of a thriving world inflamed him somewhat. He would not rise to be bait.
“Your world too was ravaged by a war that resulted from a flawed governing system? Pardon me then,” Cyclonus uttered briefly before returning his attentions to Renegade.
The Autobot suggested that she rest and regain her bearings. However…
“If something is truly the matter then she may need medical assistance. Whose she receives is another matter.”
He might have seemed pushy, but he did not care to waste time. Cyclonus was not the most social of mechs. He was a warrior. As such, his own loyalties were clear. One merely needed to follow their resolve.
“I shall escort you to the Nemesis if your wish is to cast your lot with the Decepticons.”
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