[Open] Always a loner

[scientificlife]

Characters: Perceptor
Content: Not one for crowds, Perceptor decides to do some scouting of his own and try and get a grasp on his current situation.
Location: Near the current Autobot Base.
Time of day: Late afternoon
Warnings: None
Status: Active

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[roninknight]

Deadlock had rarely trusted anyone; trust was tantamount to suicide in the Decepticon circles he'd run in. That was one of the few traits that Drift retained, though not for the same reason.

He was on a mission of penance, of redemption, choosing missions that no one else would because they needed to be done. Because he needed the challenge. Because no one else should have to risk themselves like he did. He'd run alone for so long, first as Deadlock, and now as Drift, that his current predicament was... frustrating.

He was well accustomed to solitude, to the peace of being alone. Loneliness, however, the pain of being alone, was a very new thing indeed. When had he come to care so much for the Wreckers? When had he come to depend upon their mere presence?

He missed, in particular, the quiet shadow that had taken to backing him up from afar. He hissed the comfort and trust of knowing that someone had his back, and, pleasant as these strange Autobots that he'd fallen in with were, they... were not Wreckers. The did not understandHe'

[scientificlife]

Reaching the edge of the roof he had been occupying Perceptor stopped as something blipped on his scanners, optics narrowing slightly. For a moment he tense, finger twitching against the trigger of his rifle until he realize that something about that signature was familiar.

Very familiar.

Perceptor's optics flickered in surprise and he glanced over his shoulder then partially turned, his rifle lowering. He didn't see anything right away but the signature was growing closer which meant the other had spotted him as well and he felt his lip components twitch a bit as everything clicked into place.

Drift.

The sniper stayed where he was, kneeling down again just in case any Decepticons happened to wander through, rifle propped up as he leaned his shoulder against it a bit. Then, on a whim, he opened up the Wrecker-only frequency that they had all been given, head tilting just a touch.

//And here I thought I was the only one here.\\

[roninknight]

Relief as physical as a blow rolled through Drift as his radio crackled to life, and his grin widened. // You and me both. \\

Right on cue, that certain spark signature edged into sensor range and lit up, confirming that his processor wasn't playing tricks on him. Not that he had doubted himself, but there was something so comforting about having at least one familiar thing amidst all this oddity that was masquerading as Cybertron.

A startled Cyberfox skittered across his path as he lightly dashed by, that cocky grin quite firmly in place as he made the jump and neatly scaled the side of the building. Catlike, he paused at the top for a moment to just peek over the edge, the points of his helm emerging like little sharkticon fins until his blue optics cleared the edge and latched onto Perceptor as a lodestone is drawn to iron. Grinning like a fiend, he heaved himself up in a graceful flip, landing lightly on his pedes not more than a dozen paces from the sniper.

"Of course, that just begs the question: what, exactly, is 'here',

[scientificlife]

Perceptor shook his head as the faint, flicker of amusement crossed his face at Drift's antics, the sniper himself standing again once the swordsmech was practically right before him. Instinctively he began to run a scan of the other, checking his vitals and looking for any signs of damage as his optics looked over the other's frame and it wasn't until he was satisfied that he actually met Drift's gaze.

"It is Cybertron, that much is quite obvious, but it seems to be a meeting ground for bots from various universes," he replied in a nonchalant manner, as if it was something that happened often. Lip components twitched into a slight grin of his own as he nodded to Drift, his own relief apparent in the way he relaxed a bit.

"Indeed it is. While I have come across many other Autobots, nothing can quite compare to having one you are truly familiar with about." And the fact that it was Drift made it all the more comforting in a way, though Perceptor would probably never admit it outloud. "You have not run into any trouble I hope?"

[oldmech]

The old mech had seen many strange things in his time, including a few new ones since his arrival here, but the familiar pings on his scanners were downright confusing. He had accepted his fate, figuring time had finally caught up with him, and Topspin... well, he knew how that turned out, even if the youngster didn't. But these two? He didn't expect to see them dead anytime soon, let alone here in the Pit.

Kinda sad really. Always thought highly of 'em both.

Kup nudged Topspin with his elbow, helm nodding towards a set of buildings about a klick north, opening the Wreckers frequency they had just heard from, tone light as his cygar rotated between his lips. //Either of you two got a couple cubes? We're fraggin' starvin' here.\\

[flyin_brick]

Topspin felt a wide grin spreading across his faceplates at the old mech's sassy retort over the private comm line. He was trying, very hard, not to think of the implications of Drift and Perceptor being here in the Pit as well.

It was completely fraggin' wrong....but at least none of them would be alone.

He was still hurting. The bit of recharge he had gotten the night before seemed to give him a little more strength, but something still felt off. Regardless, being the polite and courteous mech that Topspin was, he couldn't help but send fond greetings to his teammates.

//Yeah, come save me! I need someone closer to my own age to talk to.//

[scientificlife]

The ex-scientist chuckled softly

[roninknight]

"A good poi--" He was interrupted by two very unexpected transmissions. From alone to a team in a few minutes flat. Go figure. Still, he was sorely glad to hear those voices. Kup's especially, since it had been the old mech's confidence in him that had allowed him entry into the Wreckers.

Drift nodded sharply, one sword sliding free of its scabbard as he followed Perceptor back down to street level, where the other sword was also drawn.

// On our way, sir. \\