The other half of the Terrible Twosome has arrived!
Sunstreaker had never felt so impatient in his life, at least as far as he could recall at the moment. He and Sideswipe had been scouting out some backwater solar system when they'd gotten Prime's broadcast. It had been less than a nanoclick before they'd locked in the coordinates, transformed, and took off.
What they hadn't counted on was the amount of turbulence this particular system had. It's sun had a huge gravitational pull, it's magnetic wind playing merry hell with Sunstreaker's navigational components. Not to mention that Primus forsaken asteroid belt. Sideswipe, ever the reckless daredevil, just had to fly right through it.
"Sides, for once will quit fragging around? I don't want to be lugging your worthless shell down to this planet--"
That's when his internal radio blacked out. "Sides? Sides?! Where the slag are you?! COME IN SIDES!!"
Sunstreaker didn't know what had happened until the giant yellow sun before him let loose with a blinding flare. A crackle of static in his audios, "--isn't funny--" was all he could make out though. Not nearly enough time to lock in the direction of it. He knew his coordinates were screwed by the flare, and it was all he could to hope that he and Sides would land somewhere close to each other.
Running a quick diagnostic to see if he break the enforced radio silence, a tempterature alarm started going off. The heat picked up by his sensors increased exponentially at the point of atmosphere breach, and continued to increase as Sunstreaker burned through Earth's atmosphere.
"Slag it all! Why'd they have to land on a carbon based planet? If there is any damage when I land, I swear I'm gonna break something! Stpid friction..."
Continuing to mutter angrily to himself about the potential damage to his pretty-bot frame, Sunstreaker collided heavily with the ground, kicking up a spray of dirt and rocks ten feet high, the heat of his entry melting the sand into thick bubbly glass.
Transforming into his sleek protoform, all sensors on high alert for potential enemies and an adequate disguise, Sunstreaker panned his gaze around. Nothing, except for bright lights of a city not too far away.
"Sideswipe," he whispered cautiously, the harsh Cybertronian syllables echoing in the once again, still night air. Where the slag was Sideswipe at? Even looking up at the star filled sky gave him no clue. He knew that his twin had landed somewhere, but given the disruption caused by the flare, he couldn't trust his own data.
With am exasperated sigh, Sunstreaker headed towards the city, ducking behind the meager cover provided by scrub forest and piles of rocks. Basic diagnostic report showed that his internal radio was somewhat functional, but had sustained damage. The rest of the report was negligible and Sunstreaker didn't even bother to register it. That would become important as soon as he'd found his twin.
"Sides," he called again into their personal frequency. "Sides." Still nothing. Sunstreaker was getting more irate by the minute. Was there even anything on this stinking little rock?
He tried a different frequency, getting lots of static and feedback highpitched enough to make him wince.
Finally! A channel that was relatively clear, except for some Decepticon interference. Apparently their signals had gotten crossed because of his radio damage.((This will become a link once this convo is done.)) Wouldn't Ratchet be proud of that observation? A little mental chuckle at that and some more slagtalk exchanged with Barricade, Sunstreaker had managed to lock onto the Decepticon's location.
About to take off in the direction was when the big mech finally came across a flat surface with yellow lines on it, and a very acceptable alt mode cruising towards him at a high rate of speed. The yellow Viper never even noticed the scan or the exact copy that sped off in the opposite direction.
Sunny was very happy with his new form. Rich, gorgeous yellow-gold that contrasted nicely with the white stripes painted along the hood, roof, and rear. Sleek, aerodynamic lines pleased the mech's well developed aesthetic senses, and he could feel a little smirk quirk up one corner of his mouth. Wait until Sides got an eyeful of this.
The antenna however, did nothing for his reception so he just shut the radio down completely. Come to find out, he couldn't pinpoint any possible sources of information, or any electrical signals. Maybe he should have paid more attention to that diagnostic.
Whatever. It was time to find Sides and see what those blasted Decepti-creeps had done to his twin.
What they hadn't counted on was the amount of turbulence this particular system had. It's sun had a huge gravitational pull, it's magnetic wind playing merry hell with Sunstreaker's navigational components. Not to mention that Primus forsaken asteroid belt. Sideswipe, ever the reckless daredevil, just had to fly right through it.
"Sides, for once will quit fragging around? I don't want to be lugging your worthless shell down to this planet--"
That's when his internal radio blacked out. "Sides? Sides?! Where the slag are you?! COME IN SIDES!!"
Sunstreaker didn't know what had happened until the giant yellow sun before him let loose with a blinding flare. A crackle of static in his audios, "--isn't funny--" was all he could make out though. Not nearly enough time to lock in the direction of it. He knew his coordinates were screwed by the flare, and it was all he could to hope that he and Sides would land somewhere close to each other.
Running a quick diagnostic to see if he break the enforced radio silence, a tempterature alarm started going off. The heat picked up by his sensors increased exponentially at the point of atmosphere breach, and continued to increase as Sunstreaker burned through Earth's atmosphere.
"Slag it all! Why'd they have to land on a carbon based planet? If there is any damage when I land, I swear I'm gonna break something! Stpid friction..."
Continuing to mutter angrily to himself about the potential damage to his pretty-bot frame, Sunstreaker collided heavily with the ground, kicking up a spray of dirt and rocks ten feet high, the heat of his entry melting the sand into thick bubbly glass.
Transforming into his sleek protoform, all sensors on high alert for potential enemies and an adequate disguise, Sunstreaker panned his gaze around. Nothing, except for bright lights of a city not too far away.
"Sideswipe," he whispered cautiously, the harsh Cybertronian syllables echoing in the once again, still night air. Where the slag was Sideswipe at? Even looking up at the star filled sky gave him no clue. He knew that his twin had landed somewhere, but given the disruption caused by the flare, he couldn't trust his own data.
With am exasperated sigh, Sunstreaker headed towards the city, ducking behind the meager cover provided by scrub forest and piles of rocks. Basic diagnostic report showed that his internal radio was somewhat functional, but had sustained damage. The rest of the report was negligible and Sunstreaker didn't even bother to register it. That would become important as soon as he'd found his twin.
"Sides," he called again into their personal frequency. "Sides." Still nothing. Sunstreaker was getting more irate by the minute. Was there even anything on this stinking little rock?
He tried a different frequency, getting lots of static and feedback highpitched enough to make him wince.
Finally! A channel that was relatively clear, except for some Decepticon interference. Apparently their signals had gotten crossed because of his radio damage.((This will become a link once this convo is done.)) Wouldn't Ratchet be proud of that observation? A little mental chuckle at that and some more slagtalk exchanged with Barricade, Sunstreaker had managed to lock onto the Decepticon's location.
About to take off in the direction was when the big mech finally came across a flat surface with yellow lines on it, and a very acceptable alt mode cruising towards him at a high rate of speed. The yellow Viper never even noticed the scan or the exact copy that sped off in the opposite direction.
Sunny was very happy with his new form. Rich, gorgeous yellow-gold that contrasted nicely with the white stripes painted along the hood, roof, and rear. Sleek, aerodynamic lines pleased the mech's well developed aesthetic senses, and he could feel a little smirk quirk up one corner of his mouth. Wait until Sides got an eyeful of this.
The antenna however, did nothing for his reception so he just shut the radio down completely. Come to find out, he couldn't pinpoint any possible sources of information, or any electrical signals. Maybe he should have paid more attention to that diagnostic.
Whatever. It was time to find Sides and see what those blasted Decepti-creeps had done to his twin.