Hot Shot sat on the edge of the Canyon. Gazing off into the sunset. He smiled, the cool winds brushing across his face. He closed his optics and intook air. He let out a small sigh and opened his eyes.
He liked this planet. Probably not as much as Cybertron. Maybe never as much as Cybertron. But he was glad to call it home. At least for now. Sure it would be better once Megatron and his goons were gone.
But, at least in this moment, this singe solitary moment of peace, a few miles outside the Autobot base. In the deserts between Arizona and California. Watching and admiring the sunset he was reminded why he even fights the cons.
For peace.
While the notion, violence for peace is counterintuitive to someone who doesn't desire peace. To Hot Shot, and his fellow Autobots. The only thing in the way of peace, love and harmony was Megatron and his empire.
From what he heard Megatron's empire has been crumbling since his ship crashed on Earth after running out of energon. Searching for the Ark. Not to mention the Allspark.
The Decepticons were finally starting to fail in their conquest of the galaxy. And that, put Hot Shot at peace. He laid down and stared up at the now pink sky. His lips curled into a smile.
His blue and yellow finish gleamed in the presence of the ever sinking sun. Damn he loved Earth.
*Hoist to Hot Shot, Bluestreak and Arcee are at an energon mine in Wisconsin,* Hoist's voice sounded in Hot Shot's ear *They need back up!*
Hot Shot sat, then stood up. He gazed at the almost gone sun. He frowned and pressed a servo to the side of his head.
"On my way back to base, have the ground bridge ready," He said. He transformed into his Mustang vehicle mode and drove away towards the base. Leaving the sunset behind him.
He loved this planet, and he loved his teammates. And he vowed to defend both. Whatever it takes. With all his spark.