61/Triorian Brothers

{{Poses ---< Springer Posed on Feb 10 05:11PM EST >--- Springer is on patrol, his heavy laser cannon carried horizontally across his chest. He sweeps the area continuously with his sky-blue optics, his brow furrowed as he searches for Decepticon terrorists in every corner. He's a little far afield of secure Autobot terrain - Polyhex is probably pretty dangerous for an Autobot alone. However, Springer will never be accused of being overly cautious when he's responsible for only himself, and he shows no fear as he delves deeper into what may have become enemy territory. --< Blitzwing Posed on Feb 10 05:25PM EST >--- Blitzwing flies high above Polyhex, making a large entry on active scanners even though his undercarriage might blend in with a night's sky against raw optics. That big flier is broadcasting friend-or-foe designations on a dozen frequencies and in dozens of cyphers, ranging from obsolete military channels and encryption through a number of civilian frequencies, a few that might not be recognizable at all, and even on a couple of frequencies using cyphers recently abandoned by the Autobots after it was suspected the Decepticons had gotten ahold of them. There's no unit ID or message attached, just those micro-burst transmissions that claim to be non-threatening. ---< Springer Posed on Feb 10 05:31PM EST >--- Springer spots the flyer streaking overhead, and recognizes its particular form immediately. Could it be his old comrade Blitzwing? He hasn't really seen Blitzwing since everything went south, and it would be good to catch up with an old war buddy after a long, tense patrol. Springer signals his fellow former Triorian Guard brother, and then lowers his weapon to back up the indicator with a wave, making sure his green form stands out against the Polyhex cityscape. --< Blitzwing Posed on Feb 10 05:42PM EST >--- Blitzwing's answer to the signal is bleak to the point that that it seems he either doesn't recognize the transmitter or he doesn't trust that it is who it appears to be. Anyone monitoring all those friend-or-foe broadcasts would notice that the ID transmission coincides with all but one frequency and cypher dropping off the airwaves. Whether it's familiar or not, it's not a current Autobot channel or code. "Polyhex Aerospace demands identification of ground unit at vector," he rattles off the Cybertronian global position coordinates and heading Springer's on, "and verify combatant status by protocol. Blitzwing, Major, requesting." The transmission loops while the big, bulky jet bomber circles overhead and drops a few thousand feet of altitude toward the ground. ---< Springer Posed on Feb 10 05:46PM EST >--- Springer frowns in confusion. That's not an Autobot signal - what's Blitzwing up to? Springer sends his own, clearly Autobot signal, and sends a private radio as well. "Hey, Blitz. It's me, Springer. What's all this about you being a 'Major' in 'Polyhex Aerospace'?" While the answer is right in front of his nose, Springer seems unwilling to accept it, inviting Blitzwing down himself to confirm his buried suspicions personally. --< Blitzwing Posed on Feb 10 05:53PM EST >--- Blitzwing transforms to a bipedal form in the air above and lets himself free-fall another several thousand feet before firing thrust out the bottom of each leg and elbow to slow himself, and finally drops the last few hundred feet without bothering to arrest his speed. Dust and particles of debris cloud around his point of impact, which gives him a few seconds of walking toward Springer before the settling mess in the atmosphere gives a really clear view of him. His biceps, thighs and calves are left clamshelled open to reveal the emitter ports of his antipersonnel loadout, and it doesn't take an active energy scan to tell that those emitters glow faintly with full power condensed into an opening salvo that hasn't happened yet. "I heard you killed some good soldiers when you helped the Autobots escape," he says as he stops walking forward and stands there staring at Springer. ---< Springer Posed on Feb 10 05:56PM EST >--- It takes a lot to knock Springer off his cool, but this has done it. He still holds his laser cannon in hand, but has yet to raise it to a defensive posture. "Blitzwing?" he gasps in disbelief. "You're a Decepticon?" Still the obvious takes another moment to penetrate Springer's thick skull. "But... we were in the Guard together! How could you turn your back on society and become a terrorist?" If he's aware of just how close he is to being killed, he sure doesn't show it. --< Blitzwing Posed on Feb 10 06:00PM EST >--- Blitzwing answers, "I suppose hoarding energon for yourselves while those pesky Cybertronians who actually," he gives that word a hard emphasis, "make up society suffer without it is just a perk of nobility." The shining mask he's carved into his own face curls into an even uglier expression than the one you'd usually see on a banner or grafitti art. It's like he wants to spit but doesn't want to waste the coolant. "History will not call me the terrorist or the traitor." ---< Springer Posed on Feb 10 06:05PM EST >--- Springer finally raises his rifle, although he doesn't quite point it at Blitzwing yet. Setting aside the 'wrong side of history' argument for a moment, Springer raises his optic ridge and looks at Blitzwing in earnest. "I don't know what's gotten into you, Blitzwing, but I'm going to have to take you in. Maybe we can talk about things and I can explain to you how you're wrong - the new Prime is different - you'll see." Springer seems to think he can simply talk the bigger, stronger, faster Triple-Changer into surrendering - it might be funny if it wasn't a little sad. "Now, power down your weapons and come with me back to Iacon." --< Blitzwing Posed on Feb 10 06:15PM EST >--- Bigger sure, stronger probably, but faster? There's a reason why Blitzwing touched down with his weapons already exposed and powered up, and it isn't because he thought he could beat Springer in a foot race or even a quick-draw. His own tone isn't sad, reproachful, or anything but grim. "I know that you're naive enough to believe that, Springer," he answers, and slowly begins pacing sidewise to circle the other former Triorian while still facing him. "Both that any Prime doesn't secretly call himself your master and that you could take me in alive." A low, mechanical rattle passes for laughter, and that isn't a sound Blitzwing ever really made in a social situation before. "Drop the glowstick and lay your rotors on the ground. I'll guarantee you a fair court martial and I'll split my own energon with you, if my people don't give you the same ration as everybody else." Another low rattle of laughter, "Would you even try to offer the same to me, knowing that no rules of war protect, 'terrorists,' only, 'enemy combatants?'" ---< Springer Posed on Feb 10 06:22PM EST >--- Springer frowns with a furrowed optic ridge, and instead of lowering his weapons, brings his rifle up into a combat-ready position - finally preparing to defend himself, if necessary. Nonetheless, he continues to talk to Blitzwing rather than attack. "I'm not joining you, Blitzwing, and I don't want to hurt you. I appreciate your proposal, but the fact is you are a terrorist. However, I'll make you the same offer - come with me, and I'll stand by you, and make sure Ultra Magnus knows of your record of military service and good character. You don't have to do this, Blitzwing. Turn yourself in before you do something you'll regret." Springer also starts to move, circling with Blitzwing and making sure the Decepticon doesn't get him penned in where Springer can't maneuver if necessary.
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=======<* Springer has posed *>==================== Springer frowns and curses as he gets a radio message to return to Iacon - NOW. He scowls at Blitzwing, and prepares to depart. "I'll be back, Blitzwing - I'm not giving up on you." Leaping high into the air, Springer transforms into his helicopter mode, and heads back to base.

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