Starfall

[Spacewarp]

Characters: Spacewarp, Open to All
Location: Coastal California
Content Warnings: Violence
Plot Summary: A bright flash of light has brought forth a Decepticon from another universe, thanks to the Convergence; said event was powerful enough to be picked up across sensor stations up and down the Americas. The Decepticon now finds herself alone, wounded, and far, far from home.

[Spacewarp]

The soundless expanse of space was briefly broken as a single shape shredded through the silence, moving along at an absurd speed. Spacewarp would have killed to have some form of company on these scouting assignments. As fun as it was to almost split space in half at such an incredible speed, it was also ultimately the most dull part of her trip. No interaction, no change in behavior, no nothing for light years at a time; it was mind numbingly boring. As fun as having a conversation with herself sounded, Spacewarp wasn’t in the mood to try. Or maybe she enjoyed the silence, however boring it may have been. It wasn’t the artillery choked skies of Cybertron, that was for sure. The Decepticon couldn’t decide which she was happier to fill her time with, be it sound or silence. A single red blip suddenly flickered to life on her heads up display, which quickly expanded to a cloud-like shape. The seasoned scout’s first instinct was that it was a nebula as her display was giving her a similar reading to one, or it was at least trying to. Pulling her nose up at a sharp angle, she tried to gain some height on the incoming field. But despite the measures taken, the red field on her scanners persisted. She tried again, veering hard to the left; the field hadn’t changed position at all, in fact it continued to get closer. Whatever this… thing was, at her current speed she’d either find out what it was, or slam straight into it rather soon. The inevitable hit her suddenly as ribbons of energy began to cascade over Spacewarp’s form, feeling as if they were echoing in her very spark. A slight panic overtook the Decepticon as she soon realized that her scanner had gone dead, and that she was unable to change direction, slow down, or do anything really. Abruptly, the stars streaking like lines of light beside her vanished, enshrouding the Cybertronian in an unnatural darkness. For the first time in her life, she was utterly terrified in every sense of the word, for what was to come next.

If she even blinked, she would have missed it. A sudden burst of light, and Spacewarp was back in real-time; the light of the universe once again casting a gleam on her metal frame. As beautiful as it was to realize that you hadn’t been consumed by a black void in the middle of space, the Decepticon’s attitude changed in a nanosecond. The black was now blue, and space was now an atmosphere. The immense heat-build up of air resistance lit the Seeker’s blue and orange frame ablaze, scorching away Spacewarp’s color scheme. In a split-second of confused panic, she opened all flaps and drag fins to hopefully slow her blisteringly fast approach down to the unknown planet’s surface. For a whopping two seconds her countermeasures were successful at decreasing her velocity, as after that they each snapped off in succession under such tremendous speed. While she was pleased that she would no longer be atomized in a warp speed collision with the planet, Spacewarp no longer had any proper control over her trajectory, and was now tumbling and spinning as a fireball through the atmosphere; for anyone or anything even remotely in range of the descending fireball, they might have heard a faint panicked yell. The Decepticon transformed mid-flight, as it was the last thing she could even think to do to further add some surface area to herself in order to cancel out her velocity further. No… no, this was worse! While she had indeed managed to slow herself further, the constant random rotation she was undergoing was disorienting to say the least. There was little time to ponder about her imminent demise any further though, as it soon approached. She hit ground seemingly out of the blue, resulting in a long and fiery trail across the sandy ground which eventually crescendoed in a crater nestled between the hard earth, and a hard ridge. Spacewarp’s body was superheated, and motionless; bits and pieces of her lay strewn about the crash site haphazardly. One of her wings was completely gone, while the other remained attached albeit crushed via the impact force. A sporadic burst of electricity from her core revealed her to still be alive, and she began to move again slowly. A pair of photoreceptors opened to inspect the damage inflicted by the crash… not thrilled by the results. Spacewarp’s body was burnt, mangled, and in serious condition. Her transformation servos were unresponsive, as well as the joints in her left arm; her navigation and targeting systems had been knocked out as well. An attempt to stand was made as the bot pushed herself to her feet, but wobbling knees quickly grounded that plan. Spacewarp instinctively tried to use her left arm to brace herself as she went back down, grunting in pain as the limb was entirely unresponsive, forcing her shoulder up against the unforgiving ground. “Wonder...ful….” she managed to say in the midst of her trembling. “Ramjet… Slipstream… Vortex… anyone?!” the Decepticon called out over her busted communicator, trying vainly to reach her comrades who had also been out on assignment around the same time as her. As the pushed herself off the ground, her left arm suddenly hitched and sparked; the limb detached in a mess of bolts and oil, leaving Spacewarp with only one good arm. Shock muffled a louder response from the Decepticon, who only grunted in pain at the severing of her arm. She couldn’t stay here, she had to move, keep moving somewhere; she needed a goal, but alas she had none. Scooping up her arm, she began to trudge along through the sand as her massive footfalls shook the ground she walked upon.

[Spacewarp]

She hadn’t really noticed them before, but as her head cleared itself from the crash, she began to. Little carbon-based lifeforms were scurrying about beneath her, running away from her by the looks of it; perhaps Cybertronians raining from the sky wasn’t a daily occurance down here. This at least confirmed the theory that this planet hosted some form of intelligent life, as Spacewarp spied what looked to be buildings and infrastructure in the distance. As her wounded voyage brought her from sand to pavement, Spacewarp could only fathom how she looked. What a sight, a Decepticon Air Captain holding pieces of herself through a primitive settlement, without her WINGS. Her wings were gone, she thought to herself as only now it truly dawned on her. She inspected herself further as she limped along, finding out that both her paint scheme and Decepticon insignias had all been burnt beyond recognition. If she was sure her weapons systems were even functioning right now, something nearby would be dead, she was certain of it. By Primus these creatures were small, and even their buildings were shorter than she was! The thought that one of these beings could possess the technical aptitude to repair her surfaced briefly, although was put down quickly; they’d need a ready source of energon to fix her fully, and as far as Spacewarp was concerned, she was too far from Cybertron for that to happen.

[Deleted]

Forth's small fingers worked at the seams of a support within the Nemesis and the wall, trying to get a small piece of the haul plating opened to tinker with it. His pass time was spent inspecting the ship in areas he could maybe use to his advantage, be it pranks or simply for getting an advantage against the Bulks that seemed to look down upon him. Unfortunately, his small size and status as a Mini-con didn't make him particularly popular, much less being viewed as primitive brained beast due to his Predacon nature. But it played to his advantage it cooking up some revenge of his own. Albeit, with somewhat careful planning and being mindful of which bulk became his prime target.

Though, just as Forth was getting a small piece of the plating pulled back one of the consoles nearby startled him, causing the Mini-con to jump back from his task. His golden optics cast a wild look around him, expecting someone to actually have caught onto what he was doing. Yet, there was no one. Confused yet curious, Forth scurried towards the source and found the monitor giving a warning of an unknown signal entering the atmosphere quite suddenly, and making a steep dive towards the coast.

At first, Forth was debating of leaving it to one of the larger Decepticons to handle the unusual signal that suddenly appeared, giving another glance down the corridors of the ship. No one seemed to be nearby, or close enough to hear the alert. A few more minutes passed and there was still no one, and the signal seemed by then to have made landfall, making Forth finally shake his head with making his decision. "No use waiting, bulks are slower than space slugs anyway." Forth muttered, pulling himself onto the console so he could better reach the keypad, pressing a few choice buttons to open a space bridge and going through the small vortex of energy, being transported somewhat away from where Spacewarp had crashed.

Immediately stepping out, the little Pred made his way to the crater, giving it a quick glance over but finding no signs of the bot being there aside from small bits of pieces. 'Rough landing,' were the first thoughts that came to his processor and it amazed him anyone could be moving about after such a crash. But, if he wanted to find them he had to work quickly before they got too far.

Shifting to his dragon-like mode, Forth came over to a chunk of Spacewarp's armor to give it a good sniff before turning on the spot to sniff the air. It took a short time to find her trail and what direction she was going, quickly following said trail in the hopes of catching up with the bot. Luckily, he wasn't having to run for too long as the scent got stronger and the sound of heavy foot falls gave a clear indication the one he was seeking was near. And within a few minutes Spacewarp was within sight, no doubt maybe heading to the fleshy city he could see in the distance. "Hey you!" Forth shouted, taking a wild guess of actually being in earshot. "You with the mangled frame!" He gave another shot, just for good measure.

[Spacewarp]

Most if not all of the small creatures had fled up the road by this point, using their insignificant little vehicles to do so. The 10.6 meter-tall Decepticon continued to lumber a ways up the road when a sudden sound graced her audioreceptors. It was a voice, louder than those of the little organics. And it called her mangled. Spacewarp’s hulking figure turned around on a limp, focusing her eyes on the small… creature in front of her. It was tiny, too tiny to be a fully sized Cybertronian that was for sure; she would’ve guessed it was some kind of cyberform native to this planet in particular, with the limited information she’d been presented. It actually knew how to speak with her though, so that was a plus. Her yellow eyes blinked, and she slid the two halves of her faceplate apart, revealing her actual visage beneath, “And who are you callin’ mangled? I’m in peak--” a pause, as a bit of liquid energon seeped from her sides, causing her to wince for a brief moment, “--condition here….”

[Deleted]

A small word appears in the bottom left of the hub of a robot, long offline. The single word: Online.

His optics flicker to life and for the first time in centuries Blackbolt takes in his surroundings, White, white, and a tad of blue. "Wher- Where am I" Trying to move his arm he twists his head down in rage as he is immoblized in ice. "What is this?" He yells, his voice echoing off the walls of the crevice. Twisting and turning he frees his arm, feeling the gears creak and moan. Yelling he rips himself free of the ice. Limping, he looks around, nothing but ice and snow. Looking up he leaps and grabs ahold of a cranny in the wall. Trying to pull himself to the small pinhole of light he goes hand over hand, nearly breaking a digit in the process. Finally, he climbs through the top of the crack in the ground. Collapsing into the snow he looks around, hoping for anyone, anything to get to. Knowing he needs to get free he transforms, for once it works. He flies into the air, engines shakey and covered in snow, water, and ice. His frame creaks as he heads north...

Finally seeing land Blackbolt makes a beeline for it, his engines sputter one last time, he begs them to give him one last spurt of speed. They agree and promptly shut off. Tumbling through the air Blackbolt transforms moments before hitting the ground. The world was a spinning mess, losing what little control he had left Blackbolt collides with the ground, burrowing a nice little crater into the ground. Energon leaking from places he didn't even know had energon in them Blackbolt lay in his new bed of earth, groaning in pain, and hoping someone would find him.

[Deleted]

Forth stared at the larger flier, making a face when watching the energon leak from her sides. "Peak condition? Riiiggghhhtt, and I'm the Fallen's personal Mini-con assistant." He responded snidely, placing a metallic pas on his chest with a mock raised head of pride. He snorted after, trotting up to the much larger Cybertronian and could only wonder why these Bulks tried to put on a front when the evidence was clear before one's very optics. His own glowing golden optics seemed to survey her twisted, mangled frame with scrutiny, obviously not buying that she was fine. "I've seen security drones in better shape than you femme," He continued before shaking his head slightly. "If you're looking for help you're going the wrong way, that city belongs to those fleshlings. The place you're looking for requires a space bridge for any chance of fixing what remains of you." He explained, expecting that maybe his explanation might prevent more humans from being yet fully aware of their presence.

But, as luck would have yet another larger Cybertronian came crashing not far off making his optics widen before snarling in disbelief. "What is with you bulks and crashing all over the open places? Does anyone have fancy traveling ships to crash anymore?" He mumbled as he turned towards where the crash site was. "You. Come with me so none of those flesh creatures return with something other than harmless vehicles and cameras, we're not suppose to exposing ourselves much." Without so much as waiting for a response or protest, the Predacon Mini-con took off towards the crash site, arriving to the crater Blackbolt had created and cringing at the sight of yet another roughed up looking Decepticon.

"Hey! You still functioning down there?" Forth called, standing at the lip of the crater but not yet making a jump down. This other Decepticon seemed bulkier and larger than him as well, which meant one wrong move could result in Forth no longer being there or of much use.

[Spacewarp]

The little beast's words resonated with the Seeker; he spoke of safety, spacebridges, and prized repair. This was enough for Spacewarp to refrain from smashing the little mini-con into the pavement for getting smart with her earlier. She felt she may have been too trusting in such a new situation, but her available 'options' had shackled her to trust anyone kind enough to offer assistance, unfortunately. A second ball of fire, not too dissimilar from herself, hit the ground a ways away, causing her to wonder if it had been one of her companions come to rescue her. A glimmer of hope floated up through her spark as she attempted to transform to follow Forth; a series of protesting joints and sparking limbs told her flatly 'NO'. As she swore under her breath at the inability to transform back, she reconsidered the mini-con's words. Her current mode was wrecked, and her alternate mode was shot up even more; it was extremely probably that the creatures of this planet had developed vehicles that she could pass for, given the right one. Such thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind as she forced herself into a light jog to follow Forth, her mind locked on the task at hand. As Spacewarp reached the edge of the crater, she scanned the smoldering form resting at the bottom, "That had better be one of mine..."

[Deleted]

Blackbolt was quite comfy in his crater, all things considered. He planned to lay here and die, that sounded quite nice to him really, no need for all this excess pain. Just as he was about to close his optics a tone registers in his audio receptors, only hearing 'Functioning?' He tries to stand, not noticing the sparking of limbs, and the screech of jammed gears. He is unable to stand for two reasons, the first, was he was not able to move his left leg at all. The second, which was more important right now was that he had a nasty piece of metal from who knows where lodged into the right side of his chassis. "Well, this is gonna be real fun." He says, placing a servo on the metal he wraps each digit around it and pulls it out. Energon spurts out of the wound as barbs rip free from metal and tubes. Yelling from the pain Blackbolt lays his head down and pants. Forcing himself to roll onto his face so that his back showed to his newly found company -who he still had not even acknowledged- he pushes up with his hands and bends the right leg first, bringing his left leg around he places a servo behind where it usually bends and lifts up his other arm. He brings the arm whistling through the air his forearm comes crashing down on his shin. The leg obeys and with a scream -from either Blackbolt or his limbs- he gets to his feet, leaning on the lip of the crater. "Who are you?" He demands. "Are you Autobots?"

[Spacewarp]

Even when she was immensely damaged and missing an arm, Spacewarp still commanded a daunting presence, which she demonstrated by peering over the shorter seeker in the crater. Her photoreceptors scanned every inch of his visible frame in hopes of recognizing him as one of her own; her observations drew up an unsatisfactory result, however. This bot was not from her unit, nor did she recognize him in the slightest. "No... we're not." she answered a moment later, still a bit too tired to give a long-winded response to him just yet. In the meantime her servos continued to ache and occasionally spark, an indication that she still required extensive maintenance.

[Deleted]

Forth couldn't help flinching from the pained sounds Blackbolt made, only able to imagine what sort of pain he really was in at this point. Not like he could do much really, he was a mini-con meant for fighting and sabotage, not careful medical procedures. "As she said, we're Decepticons just like you, I just happen to be fun sized." Once more his tone was snide and nothing but smart remarks, something he honestly didn't care how often it annoyed or irritated someone.

Honestly, right now, that was truly the least of their worries. "Both of you look like you've been through the shredder a few times and got spit out with parts to spare." Forth said, shaking his head he transformed to robot mode, well aware the two would either have to go through a bridge alone or he would have to call someone there. From the looks of things, they were hardly in any shape to be moving at all. Where were the functional bulks when you needed them? "You two just sit tight, no more moving otherwise you'll fall apart at the seems. Last thing Megatron needs is two scrap piles like you showing up not even remotely battle ready." He grumbled as he pressed the side of his helm to make a quick call to the medical team on the Nemesis.

Luckily, the wait wouldn't be long as a few minutes later another of the energy vortexes opened, this time a much larger, bulkier bot stepping out and regarding the two injured bots curiously.

[Deleted]

Flatline had been taking much of his time since his most recent arrival to become familiar with the med bay on the Nemesis. It was surprisingly clean and decently organized, spacious even, so he couldn't exactly complain about the conditions in which the medical team worked. If Knock Out's and Breakdown's reputations were anything to go by he might not have much difficulty with his fellow medics. Two extra hands, or four in his case, never hurt with the amount of troops they had aboard.

Though, as he was becoming familiar with the available tools that would be at his disposal, an alert for requested medical attention caused the black mech to pause. His optics brightened slightly when the message sent spoke of two badly damaged new arrivals, which meant he wasn't the only newcomer after all. "Down to business then." He hummed, taking a few additional tools aside from his built in ones, just to be on the safe side as he opened a space bridge and stepped through it a few minutes after the request was sent.

Greeting his optics were two damaged Seekers, seeming to be found by one of their little mini-cons sometimes roaming about the ship. Giving the area a glance, he could see it was currently devoid of fleshlings, no doubt scared away by the presence of two fiery entries, some who might feel they were meteors making a crash landing. "So, you two are the latest patients hm? I would recommend not making this a habit when you arrive to the Nemesis, we get enough Vehicons blown up as it is. Or, so I hear." Flatline spoke as he approached, optics roaming their frames, mentally going through what needed to be done.

[Spacewarp]

The conscious effort to keep her insides from becoming outsides was largely all that occupied Spacewarp's thoughts while Forth went about speaking to the two of them. The desire to get airborne again made up the rest of her thoughts at the moment, a hunger to start burning through space at top speed again. The Seeker believed her audio-receptors must've taken some damage in the crash, because she was all but certain the little mini-con said Megatron was waiting for them, which was impossible, because as far as Spacewarp knew, Megatron had died eons ago. No matter, as it would just be something she'd need him to clarify once she was fully repaired. As the spacebridge opened before her optics and Flatline stepped out, who she assumed to be a medic, a wave of relief washed over her at the prospect of being fixed up. She made no sound as he approached, opting to conserve precious energy that would've been wasted on speaking, instead simply standing there while clutching her severed arm.

[Deleted]

The tiny robot talks about being small, "Wait, Megatron? Who's he, why is he waiting?" Unable to answer his question as he was already half-way through the portal leaving through a green and blue swirl of energy. In he went, and out stepped a larger robot. "And who's this pile of joy?" He asks the femme, while digging his digits into the soft ground. Heaving up he manages to get a leg out of his mini-crater. With a shakey breath he pushes up with the other leg and rolls out of the ditch. Trying to get to his feet he realizes for the first time the size of the femme, she towered over him.Unable to stand he allows the new bot to look at his frame

Rolling so that his face-plate was facing the sky it reveals the true nature of his stab wound for the first time to the onlookers. The hole in his chassis had flecks of metal in them, energon leaked from many tubes and cuts from within the wound, a gear in his shoulder had been peirced completly, a tube pumping energon and oil to the arm had a small cut in it and was leaking oil into the wound. Other vital structures hand more minor cuts. A much smaller pump was coming out of the hole, he placed a hand over the wound and held it in place. So, what do you do?" He asks the new bot, "And what's this nemisis?"

[Deleted]

"This "pile of joy" is the one whose going to get you in decent enough shape to be able to walk your sorry afts into the space bridge there." Flatline said, rolling his optics and gesturing for the mini-con to leave, for the moment not requiring his assistance. The blue mini-Pred seemed more than glad to hand this to a Cybertronian of their size, making no hesitation to trot back through the portal and was soon gone. With the Mini-con not being of concern, Flatline turned his full attentions to these sorry looking hunks of junk before him.

"You, femme, come over here and sit. You barely look like you're keeping yourself together, literally and hard to reach someone twice your height." He ordered, gesturing to a spot near Blackbolt as he approached the flier mech now and shook his head. "Extensive damage, I can take care of some things but the rest will need handling back on the Nemesis." He said out loud, mostly to himself as he knelt on one knee, extending some tools from his fingers while his extra set of hands folded from his mid-section, tools in hand as he began working. "And the Nemesis is our warship, where we Decepticons residing on this planet call home for the time being." He explained, optics never leaving his working hands.