Hitting the ground hard, a mech with shimmering gold armour, accented bu ruby red and glimmering silver, groaned softly. His green optics shuttered open and closed, wincing at the light of some star he did not know. His clawed servos dug into the soft rock, easily digging down into it, while his stabalizers moved forward. Within a few struggling moments, the cybertronian was standing. He folded and unfolded his skeletal wings, hissing in pain when he found that one was only hanging on by a few wires. How it managed to stay upright was beyond him. Slowly, he looked around, trying to ignore the light he was unaccustomed to, and blinked in confusion. Where ever he was...it was nothing like his home world of Cybertron, that was for sure. What was the purpouse of his mech creator sending him to this organic planet? Where everything seemed to breath and hold life? It almost made him afraid to move, in fear of stepping on a living creature.
'I...I can't be here!' He cried mentally. His creator had made a huge mistake! Sending away in the middle of a battle! What would happen to all the cybertronians that his creator had painstakingly made without him there to protect them? And his brother! Had he been sent away too? 'Oh, I hope so...' he wrung his servos in absolute worry, but sighed in slight defeat. 'If he sent me here...He has a reason. I best find out more about...well, whatever this planet is...' Treading carefully, something a mecha should not be capable of, he trecked forward, feeling utterly lost.
A blip on the control panel screen made Soundwave look up from his work. Leaning forward ever so slightly, he noted the blip was getting closer to the Nemisis, though it was at a very slow pace. Perhaps an Autobot trying to sneak by? If so, they failed miserably. Pressing a button, he sent out an alert to his Lord, then went back to work, like the good third in command he was.
Megatron growled under his vent rotation, irratated for more then once that day. Not only had Prime, or Orion Pax as he was called again, innocently irked his nerves with all his questions, but Starscream had the, what did the human's say?, balls to come back. He really should offline that Seeker, it would save him many helm aches in the process. 'Ah, but I'm too 'forgiving' for that.' he snorted with mirth. So, when Soundwave reported a single blip, just one!, heading, slowly!, torwards his ship, he thought he was going to lose his processor. So here he was, like a common drone (Why he did not send one of those was still up for debate), heading to the corridinates he was given.
Shortly, he transformed back into his bi-pedal form, touching down in the middle of the dessert, surronded by a canyon. The introdure was a little further ahead, around a bend in the rocks, but he wanted the element of surprise. Chargin his fusion cannon, he pressed on.
Now, Megatron was rarely ever scared, but rounding that corner, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.
Unicron.
'Immpossible!' He roared inside the saftey of his processor, ducking behind the natural stone wall. But there he was! ...Just sitting there by the small stream that ran through the canyon... He moved to glance around the wall, watching 'The Planet Eater' briefly before he attacked.
Venting out hot air, the gold mech flexed his wings slowly. The one that had been broken was nearly done correcting itself, his self repair system working fast to finish the repair, and all others as well. He was amazed at how fast the normally sluggish system was working. He wondered if the life, which seemed to overwhelm his senses, on this planet had anything to do with it. His lips twitched into a soft smile as he watched some sort of swimming creature drift lazily down the stream he had stopped to relax by, body, even with the repairs going, too stiff to continue anymore at the moment. So far he had not come across anything that gave indication for his being here. Shuttering his optics some amd tilting his horned helm up, he looked up at the star that brought light to the planet. It was alittle before mid-life, he could tell by its intensity, and perfectly positioned for this lively planet to keep on, well, living. 'This kind of light should be back on cybertron,' he chuckled as a swimming creature jumped out of the water, then back in. 'As well as organic life...'
His nearly calm mood was shattered when a blast of energon blarred past him, missing him only by a mere microinch. He rolled to the side before hopping up onto his stablizing servos and pulled out his sword, which he called the Star Saber, from its sheath on his hip. "Whoever is there, cease fire." he commanded, though his voice shook for a second. Fear gripping his spark, he prayed for it to be anybody, anyone at all, except for his brother. He nearly collapsed in relief when a silver-grey mech stepped out, though it was short lived relief when the cannon on his arm started charging up. "Unicron," The other addressed the gold mech, earning him a startled stare. "You should learn to stay down, old mech."
"What?" Unicron was thrown for a loop. This mech, who he was sure he never met, knew his name, yet must have been confussing him for someone else. For one, he was not old, barely in his sevententh vorn of existance, and by the way other mech spoke, it was like he was supposed to be dead. "I am sorry," started the confused beyond belief Unicron. "But I have not the slightest clue of what you speak. You must be confusing me for another."
Megatron just stared at Unicron, like the fragging Autobot medic threw a wrench at his helm. "Is that so," he said evenly, deciding to go along with what ever game the Chaos Bringer was playing. "Then do tell. Who are you and why are you here?" His red optics shuttered in shock when the other mech bowed. "My name IS Unicron, sparkling of The One and younger brother to...Primus." Megatron would have laughed at how the frame of the admitably young looking god of doom shook if the situation had not been so tense. "As for why I am here...I really do not know, nor where here," he waved an arm, gesturing to all around, "is. I and my mech creator, as well as his followers, were in a battle with my brother and his followers. There was a flash of light from my mech creator, and then everything was gone and replaced with here..." Unicron seemed to take Megatron's blank expression as a que to stop his story. "I'm sorry, what is your designation?" Silence reined over them for a moment, one that the gold mech found too long, befor Megatron spoke. "Megatron...If what you say is true," a wicked grin spread over his face plating, but the other was oblivious to its evil nature. "You will need a place to stay."
"A-ah, I suppose I will." was the sheepish respounce. "Then follow we." Megatron turned away and listened for the gold mech to be following. 'This,' he thought, grin widening. 'Is perfect.'
