Decepticon Interm: Trip

[Jetstorm (BM)]

Jetstorm decided he should be able to yawn and stretch, or at least be able to mimic those movements. After an intense repair session, he was back in the air and ready to go. There were some odd bots here and there, and a lot of stares were cast his way. At least they were comrades rather than enemies.

There was nothing much else to do and he had few friends at the moment. So he flew. He left the base, transformed into his vehicle form, and just went flying. Occasionally he'd try to do some of the little moves he saw Fleetwind doing.

The skies were a bit overcast, but the small 'con pushed through and skimmed the tops of the clouds, every once in a while glancing up at the sky above.

"Lonely, huh? ... Yeah, I'm lonely," He spoke to himself as he dipped back down under the clouds. He fell silent in thought as he blasted along, before something caught his optics. It looked like... Like a settlement? Without a second thought, or even arguing with himself, he blasted down, transforming moments before he neared the ground. He landed just a bit off a side street of the city, peering back and forth as if something would jump out and at him.

// Found somethin. Feel free to come take a look. // He stated as he peered at the empty streets.

[Fleetwind]

Fleetwind's basic repairs were accomplish off camera (by Needlenose once he was done with his interview), although there were some things left for the auto-repair systems. Parts are still in short supply, after all.

The co-ordinates Jetstorm provided sound familiar, so Fleetwind decides to investigate. Sure enough, it's one of the coastal cities he had flown over when he first arrived on this planet. Hmmm. They really should be exploring such things, rather than limiting themselves to the town.

The Seeker circles the specific co-ordinates Jetstorm had provided, then comes in for a gentle landing, transforming and touching down lightly as a finish. "What is it, Jetstorm?" he asks.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

Sticking his head out from the building he was in, his arms loaded with stuff... Well Jetstorm just looks like he went on a shopping spree! The General tilts his head to the side. "I found these odd tablet like things with all sorts of code printed on them!" he says excitedly, as he floats out and dumps all of the things in his arms at Fleetwind's feet.

Well, they're books. What a find!

"And some of them have like, crudely printed pictures in them," Jetstorm holds up a book (a la Gaston from Beauty and the Beast) and lets the pages fall, as he scans through it. Although it is sideways, that doesn't seem to make a difference. He's not even sure of what he's holding anyway.

"These are odd, Fleetwind. This city? It's odd. Not even a trace of a dead thing anywhere," Jetstorm states as he flips himself upsidown as if this will help him understand the book further. "Why couldn't these codes be digitally transmitted, that helps things move so much faster." Pout. "And they're all crumbly. Fleetwind, make it better?" Jetstorm holds the book up... Er... Down? As he's still inverted, and yet doesn't seem to notice the difference.

[Fleetwind]

Most of the books wouldn't be /that/ crumbly. The city's only been abandoned a year! Jetstorm must have found himself a used book store.

The pastel Seeker gives the objects a rather bored look. "I think I spotted another group mucking about with these things. We may want to bring some of them back, but honestly, I think we'd do better to look for raw materials. Parts, vehicles... aircraft, even. Things that can be adapted to our purposes. Perhaps another power receiving station?" Really, Fleetwind didn't get all the fuss with the dead plant matter.

He leaps into the air, hovers a moment, and says, "Come. Let's see what we can see." Then he takes off again, climbing to gain a better vantage point.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

"Oh don't hurt the things that look like me... Too bad. It's like I'm harming my great uncle and then his ghost will come back to call for me to seek revenge on you and... And I don't want to do that." No really. It's not Hamlet. He waves his arms a bit as he flies off.

"Wait up! I saw what appeared to be a power generator over there by the blue stuff!" Jetstorm calls out. He still doesn't know half the names of anything, and yet seems perfectly fine about it. The books lay forgotten on the ground as he flies away, perfectly content with following Fleetwind.

[Fleetwind]

"Jetstorm, parts are parts, and these things have never even been alive, anyway," Fleetwind answers as they fly. "Even if they had been, I don't think it makes much difference. We've used actual dead Transformers for parts before." Like, say, Thundercracker.

The Seeker looks towards the 'blue stuff.' "The 'blue stuff' is like an ocean, Jetstorm. Only with water," the pastel Seeker explains. "But it is worth checking out." With that, Fleetwind dives forward and heads in the direction that Jetstorm had indicated.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

"... Ew," Jetstorm states as he thinks about having bits of dead people on his body. Let's forget the fact that he's got the spark of a completely different transformer inside his body. That doesn't count.

As Fleetwind explains the ocean, Jetstorm pops up to rest on his shoulder, glancing over at the sea. "I know what water is! It's a combination of Hydrogen and Oxygen, in a polar bonded atomic structure. Counterpunch taught me that. My first time seeing it like that though. Is it always blue? I like blue."

[Fleetwind]

Fleetwind, sadly, is woefully inexperienced with organic worlds, and thus doesn't know that the ocean is blue because it's reflecting the sky back from its incredible depths. So instead, he shrugs. "It's generally colorless, I thought. I don't know why it turns blue when you put so much of it together."

No, the Seeker doesn't have all the answers, but he's perfectly willing to admit his ignorance.

Fleetwind adjusts his downward flight to keep himself upright and therefore not dump Jetstorm off his shoulder - although the little jet-thing is perfectly capable of flying should that happen. He now hovers near the power station-looking-thing Jetstorm mentioned. It's not just on the coast... it's on a structure built out over the water. "Hmm. Odd," he notes. There's a large antenna on top of the structure, and the Seeker points at it. "Don't fly over that. We don't know if it's sending or receiving."

[Jetstorm (BM)]

"Well, I'm glad that water is blue. It makes this place seem cooler," Jetstorm says as he waves his hand out over it. His horns twitch just a bit as he looks around and then down at the antennae from his vantage point.

Taking a moment to compose himself, Jetstorm asks something quite out of the ordinary, "I'm... Small enough to fit inside the buildings near it. Do you want me to look?"

[Fleetwind]

Blue, blue, blue. All the other jets are obsessed with blue. But gold is the color of eternity!

Of course, Fleetwind's really just yellow.

The Seeker lands next to the dish and leans forward to examine it, not that he has the technical savvy to make much sense of it. He turns, looks up, and shrugs at Jetstorm. "If you're so inclined. It probably wouldn't hurt." Then he considers just how claustrophobic the little jet-thing seems to be. "Or maybe it would. If you want practice with controlling panic, I suppose now would be as good a time as any."

[Victoria Raines]

He has been flying for some time now. Attempts to contact his command on closed channels have met with failure. Comparison of stored data to that freshly gleaned validates the claims of those on the broadbands; this is an unknown planet, not Earth. Therefore, his first conclusion, that Starscream had somehow wrested control of his vessel from his command- and then made a grievous error in marooning, rather than destroying him- must be discarded.

There are a few voices on the general and Decepticon broadbands he recognizes, both Autobot and Decepticon; more that he does not. There are inconsistencies even among the similar. Something highly irregular has occurred. In light of that, he has chosen not to announce himself as yet, preferring to orient himself and gather information from those who seem wont to give it. Oddly enough, talk of alternate timelines phase him not at all; even the fleshlings have dabbled in such theories.

His first goal had been to escape the ice caps. Once free of that area and its interference, he had chosen to follow the coastline, stopping now and again to examine the recently abandoned settlements. Broadcast towers of some sort had been erected at regular distances; he notes their location for later exploration. Perhaps they are connected to a larger inland network?

There is another such tower up ahead…and a Seeker. A Seeker who isn’t some shade of blue, and is accompanied by a drone of some sort. Curious. Considering that he will likely be spotted by said Seeker momentarily, avoiding contact would be illogical. Besides, he needs to know what Starscream he will be dealing with.

Yes, in-person explanations are needed. The large, purple, sigil-less Transformer begins to close the distance between himself and the duo.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

Jetstorm almost collapses in on himself, slamming his hands against his head as he whines. His voices in his head were belittling him for various reasons, and my how annoying they are! He narrows his eyes and glances up at Fleetwind. If the Aero General had a mouth, he'd have flashed the other a cheesy, 'I'll-be-fine' smile. He instead cast him a worried look before then half clinging to Fleetwind's arm.

"If I start to panic, do reach in and drag me out," he states as his instructions before he floats down and squeezes into the door. Lights shine from around his optics as he stares around the room, dragging a hand along a table and watching the dust collect on his claw. He cocks his head, not familiar with it, and then shakes his hand off and then reaches down to pick up some old, exposed print-outs.

They show such things as cloud patterns, rainfall levels, and various other things... Could this have been a spot where a weather station was positioned? Not that Jetstorm's familiar with it, it's just data on paper to him. Or, odd flabby tablets, as he thinks of them. He sets a few on the table and then moves further in, finding it getting darker and darker and tighter and tighter. His systems start to speed up, as he peers into a dark room.

"F-Fle..e----"

Complete and utter panic rushes over Jetstorm's systems. There's a semi-large control room that he finds himself staring at, but it's not the fact that's it's completely enclosed. Something is hanging over the side of the room, and whether it be nonthreatening or otherwise, it resembles a machine Lord Megatron used to painfully rip sparks out of bodies and then forcefully transplant them where he wanted, drones or generals. (See Revelations, Part One: Discovery )

After staring in complete and unbridled horror at the machine for a long, silent time, Jetstorm quickly turns and... Slams against the wall, dazing himself.

[Fleetwind]

Fleetwind dips his head in a nod towards Jetstorm, but no sooner is the odd little Transformer out of sight when who should come into view but the unmistakable form of Shockwave himself.

Oh, boy.

The walls in the way keep Fleetwind from hearing the muttered part of his name, and he's unaware that Jetstorm has dazed himself when he transmits over very short range, //Get back out here, Jetstorm. Something else has come up.// His voice is tight with the fear he rarely bothers hiding, but keeps under careful control none-the-less.

As Shockwave comes nearer, he studies the other's form, optics resting perhaps a bit long on the spot where a Decepticon sigil should be. When Shockwave gets near enough for it to be polite to great him, Fleetwind dips his head and says simply, "Sir." Some of these other realities tend to address Starscream as 'Lord Starscream' and no doubt would do the same for Shockwave, but in Fleetwind's reality, usually you just addressed a person by their name or their rank. Fleetwind himself is rare in that he uses 'sir,' but a name seems too informal, and rank? This Shockwave has no sigil.

Even as he waits for an answer, he considers. This should get reported. He reported Shrapnel to Hook, but this? This is Shockwave. Also to be considered is who Fleetwind least wants angry at him should the news somehow not make it to them. That would definitely be Starscream.

[Victoria Raines]

Shockwave lands near Fleetwind. Giving the yellow Seeker an appraising glance, he says, “You recognize me, yet you are unfamiliar; therefore, you are not one of mine, but from one of the more similar timelines, perhaps.” Shockwave’s gaze lingers a moment on the other’s Decepticon markings, “My Cybertron, however, is united.” Those very familiar with Shockwave’s speech patterns might notice a slight emphasis on that “My.”

“Where is the drone?”

[Jetstorm (BM)]

// Fle... // Jetstorm transmits weakly back as he keeps his optics locked on the grouping of machines in the room he's in. He tries to shove himself back off the ground. // Fleetwind! // Another desperate cry as he starts to panic and slams a hand against the wall.

// Help...! //