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Characters: TACITURN, @cyclonus, OPEN Location: Taciturn's crash site in Death Valley, Nevada Content Warnings: N/A Yet Plot Summary: After 'crash-landing' onto SOL-3, Taciturn sent up a general mayday, not particularly caring who finds it. Anyone who offers a helping servo.. And peaks it's interest.
I'm on the run, a loaded gun I never got what we were fighting for
A night sky filled with rain-heavy clouds rose above the crash site, a long rugged line lying in the middle of the harsh desert leading towards it. Laying there at the end was a lone black craft with a symbol scratched out on the side.. It looked as if someone carved through it with a blade of some kind. The craft was silent, at least on the outside. Inside, there was noise and something alive.
The being inside was a Cybertronian, one of unknown origins with a look unlike the many others that surrounded it. It was scanning over several pieces of information from 'the internet' as humans called it, trying to learn more about the diverse planet and the many things it had and didn't have to offer. In the corner of the vid screen lay a video playing music native to SOL-3, or otherwise known as 'Earth'.
To Taciturn, this was still SOL-3. The yellow eyed bot sighed and turned off the vid screen, tired of looking through useless information. It thought it had a lead on the whereabouts of its kin, but as usual was only met with a dead end. It strode towards the hatch of the ship, opening the platform and slipping out to stare up out into the night at the falling rain.. A awe-inspiring rarity it seemed in the desert. However, this wasn't all it planed to do. Taciturn dashed forward, leapt into the air, transformed into it's alt-mode, a X-29 jet, and blasted off into the night.
The wind screamed across it's wings and rain beat down upon it as it climbed higher, breaching just above the clouds. Taciturn enjoyed the silence that encompassed it as it soared above the grey clouds.. It felt almost surreal, grey below it like a rolling ocean and the stars above it. One of those little dots out there was Cybertron, a place it had ran from, to try and escape a war it truly didn't understand.
When it came to war, all Taciturn had understood was who was the enemy and what needed to be done to take care of them. Otherwise, it didn't question much about the cause it fought for.. Which is probably why as soon as it got bored with the Autobots, ideals began to conflict, it grew confused. That in of itself only made it want to run further. Taciturn had to have a black and white view on the world, in it's mind there was no grey. Grey was bad, and something it tried to avoid at all costs. Grey was death.
Eventually, the seeker descended back down from the sky to it's ship, coming to a slow before making a careful landing. Instinct took over as it glanced behind and around it, the first ring on it's arms glowing in the darkness of rain. It's body was only lit up by that glow and the lightning from the storm that raged above it. Something felt off, and it paused, as if waiting for someone or something to appear.
lyrics - on the shore-otep ● @cyclonus ● confrontation is imminent
Cyclonus was patrolling alone as he often did. They were excellent for quiet moments of reflection, especially at night when he could contemplate the stars instead of the blue sky of this strange world. It reminded him of Cybertron. However, tonight the skies were clouded by dark clouds and a sort of precipitation fell upon him. Fortunately for him, this planet did not have the acid rain of his home. Unfortunately for him, his solo patrols never tended to be completely uneventful.
A distress beacon registered on his sensors. Another new arrival, perhaps? Considering that the distress beacon was unspecific as to Autobot or Decepticon frequency, he might have his hands full yet again. Angling down toward the signal, he alighted at what appeared to be a black shuttlecraft with something curious carved into the side.
Hand on the hilt of his sword, Cyclonus cast his optics about for any sign of the occupants. He knew not whether they be friendly or hostile, so it behooved him to be on guard. He slowly walked around to the rear of the craft, taking a look inside. Empty. Very peculiar. As he moved to return to the outside, he heard someone or something land nearby.
Pressing himself to the interior wall of the craft beside the door, Cyclonus leaned out slightly to get a look. The first thing he was a glowing ring of light that vaguely illuminated its owner. Lightning provided additional illumination if only for a moment. He did not recognize this mechanoid and saw no discernable insignia.
Stepping out from the shuttle craft with hand still on the hilt of his sword, Cyclonus approached no further.
“Hail,” he said, “I am Cyclonus of Tetrahex. I serve Lord Megatron and the Decepticons. You are…?”
I'm on the run, a loaded gun I never got what we were fighting for
There was another who had invaded it's craft, which Taciturn didn't take too lightly to.. It had left it's door open to anyone or anything. Almost as soon as Taciturn locked it's yellow optics with red, the other spoke, a gruff and no-nonsense tone.. Clearly someone older than itself, and someone it could respect. Typically the elders were more stoic in their beliefs.. Less likely to confuse Taciturn with strange, conflicting ideals.
The mech identified itself as Cyclonus, a Decepticon. It was only polite that Taciturn answered in kind. "I am Taciturn. Ex-agent for the Autobot Assassination Department. I serve no one and have no cause." The glow of it's rifles dimmed and disappeared into the night, and as it strode forward the light of the inside of the ship poured across it's white form. It did not go unnoticed that Cyclonus had his hand resting firmly on the hilt of his sword.
Taciturn approached, standing off to the side of the mech and reached out to tap the top of that hand. If Cyclonus paid attention, he would see that it's hand was missing the last digit and most of that side.. A clear sword wound if the scarring was anything to go by. "If I wanted you dead, you already would be." Then, it's hand pulled back and Taciturn moved on forward into the ship.
"I suppose you received my distress beacon." Taciturn mused, looking through containers and finally pulling out a couple of energon cubes. "Are you here to help me or are you here to kill me?" it asked, offering forth a cube. To refuse another bots hospitality was considered rude and uncivilized, and Taciturn hoped that Cyclonus wasn't one of those kind. "Do not be concerned. I do not poison my own energon.. I'm not foolish enough to waste what little I have left."
lyrics - on the shore-otep ● @cyclonus ● don't be rude
The mech had returned his introduction. This was certainly off to a pleasant enough start despite the revelation that this Taciturn had once been an Autobot. He watched carefully as Taciturn approached, seemingly now relaxed. It was not enough for Cyclonus to let down his guard. He did not moved as it tapped his hand but tensed slightly instead.
“Perhaps,” Cyclonus said in response. His sensibilities rankled at the arrogance of this one, but his instincts told him to hold. He did not know the capabilities of Taciturn, and he would not provoke it with a wry comment. Though, he had a fair deal of confidence in dealing even with these kinds of opponents.
“Though it is unwise to provoke those who may potentially be here to assist you,” he chided lightly.
Standing at the threshold of the shuttle, he kept himself half-way turned outward in case of a need for a quick escape or the arrival of an Autobot. He looked at Taciturn, considering the mech in question.
“That entirely depends upon you,” he replied, finally removing his hand from the hilt of his blade. As Taciturn offered a cube of energon to him, Cyclonus took it with one hand, considering for a moment. “I thank you,” he said, sipping it lightly to further demonstrate his good faith.
“If you wish to once again serve a master and a cause, to have a purpose, come with me. I shall take you to the Decepticons,” he offered simply and plainly, “If you seek to rejoin the Autobots, I will be forced to consider you an enemy and slay you. If you choose neither, then I will leave you here to your dwindling supplies.”
I'm on the run, a loaded gun I never got what we were fighting for
If Taciturn laughed, it would have at Cyclonus' retort, if only for but a second. "Of course, forgive me for my insolence." It wasn't being a smart aleck or being funny, Taciturn was being serious. At Cyclonus' reply to his inquiry, it simply hummed, pondering over it as it searched through it's things for the cubes.
"You are welcome." Thankfully, Cyclonus took the cube that was offered to him, and Taciturn took a few sips of it's own as it watched the elder with grey-yellow eyes, never blinking once. To be honest, it hadn't blinked yet at all.
As it listened to Cyclonus' offer, it pondered those choices. Firstly, it didn't wish to die.. That was its ultimate goal, to never perish again. Once was enough. Secondly, it had left the Autobots because of their conflicting ideals and the confusion they brought it. Staying neutral was not an option, for as it had stated before and as Cyclonus mentioned it now, it was running low on supplies. So that only left..
"I will come with you. I left the Autobots because of conflicting ideals and questioning of authority. In a war, there is no room for questions, it will only lead to error. You live or die, flee or fight. There is only good and evil, black and white... At least, for me it is." It paused taking another sip of it's cube. "I only hope being part of the Decepticons will give me a semblance of stability... And not bother me so." Finally, Taciturn drained it's cube and disposed of the empty thing.
"Excuse me while I gather what I need." That being said, Cyclonus would see what looked to be Taciturn's visage glitch, as if in a broken vid screen, then a startling blur of white popping up in various places of the ship. Teleportation had uses outside of the battlefield too. It didn't even take a minute for Taciturn to put what few things it needed into it's subspace, and it soon reappeared, but behind Cyclonus, just at the opening of the hatch.
"You lead, and I will follow."
lyrics - on the shore-otep ● @cyclonus ● lead the way
Upon hearing Taciturn’s answer, Cyclonus nodded, a touch relieved somewhere in his spark. He preferred to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. He swiftly downed the rest of his cube, tossing it aside. As Taciturn went to gather its belongings, Cyclonus’s optics narrowed. Teleportation? Not unlike Skywarp, though he had thought that trait unique to the seeker. Apparently not.
Silently, he waited until Taciturn appeared beside him not even so much as flinching when the other mech did so. Thankfully, it had been swift in gathering its meager belongings and an Autobot had not shown up as of yet. He nodded.
“Very well.”
Stepping out into the storm, Cyclonus transformed and rocketed into the air effortlessly. “To the Nemesis.” He kicked in his afterburners and shot off into the night where surely Taciturn would follow.
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