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[Blitzwing]

Blitzwing had been in this cave for a while now, unable to use his tank mode or transform to his jet mode in this narrow pass. His injury also left him quite unable to climb out and whenever he tried, he would run out of time before the pass caught on fire in the noonday sun! And then there was Barry! From what he could tell he was some sort of criminal cursed to remain bound to metal forever. Not that being metal was a bad thing, but his constant prattling was annoying! Even for Random.... But now there seemed to be some light shed on this situation as the armored man brought him someone with some sense…

Icy looked down at the young girl as the large round optic opened and closed scanning her. She seemed human but there was something odd about her scan results. Most humans have a temperature of 98.6 degrees that averages out to about 356 BTUs per hour. But this girl’s internal readings were triple that, almost as if she were burning from the inside out. Fascinating. As she addressed him with some sort of formal greeting Blitzwing raised his arm across his chest.

“I am Blitzwing. Tactical commander and head strategist of ze Decepticon Empire.” He paused hearing her offer. While taking over the planet was his tertiary objective, following finding resources and contacting his leader. He didn’t seem to have much of a choice..for now. Looking down at the torn tank tread on his leg he assessed that he would not be able to exact repairs or get out of the pass without aid, and since there were no other Decepticon signals around the course of action seemed clear.

“Hmmm…Very vell. Your offer is accepted. Though I find it hard to believe you are capable of repairing me. Since you seemed to be lacking ze welding equipment needed to reattach mein tread..” His face then went blank and abruptly rotated in a blur of color! His cold calculating face was replaced by that of a glowing red jack-o-lantern façade!

-click Click CLICK!-

“Does zis meAn ve vill be beStest best bUds?! AHAHAHAAAaa!!”

-click Click CLICK!-

“IF YOU’RE GOING TO FIX ME, ZEN DO IT ALREADY! I DON’T HAVE ALL ZE DAY LONG!” The large tan and purple machine then transformed back into the tank-like vehicle she had seen before! The undamaged side spun causing the tank to slide sideways showing the break in the treads. If they could be welded together perhaps it would stay long enough for him to get out of this place and get properly repaired.

[Azula]

The young princess' amber eyes watched the creature with silent admiration. Now this is more like it. She listened to the creature's strange voice as it spoke. "Decepticon Empire? So you aren't just a machine, you're a race." Azula could only imagine just how advanced a society like his must be. Technological giants that could rule their world with an iron fist. And now one of them was at her disposal. "Incredible, we don't have such beings in my world." The young girl placed her hands behind her back as she watched the mech's cool blue face. A calm and collected tactician would be a perfect addition to the team. One step closer to making this world mine.

"Lacking in tools? I assure you, Blitzwing, I never lack in anything." Azula's mouth stretched into a smirk as she approached the broken piece of his tank tread. She may not have been an engineer but she could see where his problem lied. A key piece that kept his tread attached had been broken. "Ah, I see." Azula turned her gaze to look at the mech's face only to see that it had changed. Instead of the calm blue face from before she was greeted with a black face with jagged teeth and a wide smile. And just like that, the face shifted again, and with this change, the voice's tone seemed to shift as well.

Azula stared at the screaming pink face as it chastised her for taking too long, despite how it irked her to be spoken to like a simpleton she held her tongue. She watched quietly as the mech seemed to change, taking the form of the most technologically advanced tank she had ever seen.

"So tell me, Blitzwing, where are you from?" She asked and they kneeled down by the loosened tread. Using her pointer and middle finger she concentrated her energy on producing a small yet powerful frame. A blue flame burst from her fingertips creating a sharp hissing sound like a blowtorch. Slowly she began to get to work slowly melding the pieces back into place. "What are you exactly? Something tells me that, whatever you are, you are born rather than man-made."

"How long have you been in this world, and how do you know Barry?"

[Blitzwing]

The armored man behind her closely looked over her shoulder at the blue flame as she welded the parts back together. As soon as she was done with her work the tank tread spun in place to assure it was completed. Driving backward the machine then transformed into its humanoid form as he stomped his foot a few times.

“Hmm…Vell, it's not perfect but it will suffice. Mein gratitude. I vas unaware that organics had internal components such as arc welders. Fascinating.” He said looking down at the two of them.

“In answer to your question I come from ze planet Cybertron. Mein role is strategist and shock and awe. Mein mission is to serve Megatron and retake our planet from ze Autobots. But it vould seem as if zat mission has been waylaid for another. Now mein mission is to secure resources, locate allies and find a vay back home. If zere is a vay back home…” Looking up he could see the top of the ridge as he scanned it.

“I came to know zee annoying armored creature vile I was held up in zis cave. He is relentless and annoying but he did bring you here so he is not completely useless..” As he spoke Barry just folded his arms and huffed. “Now it is time to leave zis place…” Taking a few steps back he held his arms up and transformed into his tank mode

“I VILL CRUSH ALL IN MEIN WAY!!” The turret rotated toward the other side of the pass and shifted upwards! Both barrels then fired blowing a hole in the top of the ridge as rocks tumbled down creating a ramp! The top hatch flipped open as the loud voice of Hothead spoke again!

“LET’S GO ALREADY! VE HAVE WORK TO DO!”