Ep. 1 - Fallen Angel - (closed)

[angel]

((Hop right in, Sturm and Neko! :>))

A small femme stood on a cliff, with a good view over the orange hued dryness of the barren land. The late evening sun washed the scenery into the thousands of shades between yellow and red. This planet seemed a whole lot different from Cybertron, which lay dead in the dark vacuum of space, Angel remembered. She had made contact just a few hours ago, now scouting for a frequency she could send a message through without being noticed by the primitive life of this planet - or by the Autobots. She was yet to see any or actually know of their whereabouts, but the 'Bots were here, alright - and it never hurt to be extra careful.

There. Angel's purple optic narrowed and she sent her greetings to the Nemesis, with a request to step aboard. The wings on her back tilted, capturing thrin streaks of lights from the sun which was slowly falling behind the horizon. Such beauty. A different kind she had gotten used to, but beauty nonetheless.

[shade]

Lone figure was moving fast through landscape, followed by cloud of dust. Engine was rumbling, as two wheeler enjoyed the freedom she had found from this planet. She was far from inhabitants of this planet, but yet, the hologram she had created to fool these humans, was still visible. She had just gotten used to it, it was already natural for her to use it even when there wasn't real need for that.
She had stayed away from the cybertronian conflicts, though she had observed few of them, only to notice that situation remained pretty much unchanged. She was, on other hand, happy about that, but on the other side, she was disappointted, that Bots still weren't paying enough high price of their traitorous nature. And, she was also quite... happy, that Megatron seemed to be allright, even after the war nobody had made it to take him down. Still, she wasn't able to return. It was instinct, to protect herself. Fear, of being betrayed again. Shade didn't want to be betrayed by the one, she had always looked up to.

As she kept driving, her scanners picked up something. Motorcycle stopped quicly, as Shade started to investigate about her discovery. It was request, at the decepticon frequency. Shade wasn't really sure, about what it was about, but just thought, that cons usually weren't using the open frequencies, which other ones were able to scan like this. This might be someone like her, drifter, loner. Or then just someone, who wasn't yet familiar with Nemesis, and it's frecuencies. Anyhow, she felt like she might investigate this a bit. With couple of engine growls, the clutch was released, and backwheel threw dirt and sand, as she took the new direction, which, luckily, wasn't too far away.

She kept driving, following the strenghtening signal, leading her up the hill, which she knew, was ending to the cliff. She had jumped down from it, few times, to keep up her reflexes. The last part, before the cliff, was bump, where she knew she could take a jump. She should make possible targeting difficult, and make sure she was the one that would surprise, and not be surprised. Her coming was easy to hear, which was partly the meaning. The other one might think about targeting her as soon as she would appear, but as she jumped, and at the highest point of her jump, turned into her bipedal mode, let her scanners deal with the stranger here. File wasn't found from her databanks, and before her hit on the ground, her right arm had already taken the form of the gatling gun, targeting the smaller femme stooding in front of her.

Shade let her optics lock into the other ones, or into the one left. "Not that i would suspect you being autobot, since you've sent the request on decepticons frequency, but would you mind identifying yourself." Partly formal, yet pretty casual request, Shade had no meaning to be too offensive, but just wanted to make sure about the stranger. She stood into the angle, where her sigil could be easily seen, still shining in the last rays of the setting sun. Even if she wasn't officially with Cons any more, they were still the side she cheered for, and wanted to keep her sign.

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((if we're setting this during the Nemesis attack, assume DF is very late to the game. XD Let me know when you want him to show up.))

[angel]

Angel's remaining optic snapped into the stranger the minute she appeared on her radar. There was a strict expression on the Medic's face as her gaze searched for the right insignia from the foreign femme's frame. And before long it was found. Having identified it as a friendly sign, Angel let her gaze climb back to the foreign set of optics. There wasn't an ounce of friendliness about the the Medic. Her field was snug and cold. It matched the expression on her face.

"Designation Angel," she gave a very brief answer, which was spoken in a very strict, professional manner. "But considering I was extracted from my duty to come here for your aid, it should be you who should be identifying herself," she continued in the same manner, knitting her brow. It seemed that the foreign femme's friendly insignia had fooled Angel into thinking that this femme was, infect, the pick up she had been promised.