Who's hunting who? (Open to Bots and Cons)

[Solaris]

The desert plains of Arizona were dry and even at this time of year were hot. There was a bit of a reprieve from it being late evening and as The small craft touched down on the planet's surface there was no human eyes to catch site of the UFO, or it's occupants. Not that Solaris cared much about staying hidden, she was here on the trail of two particular 'cons and she cared little about the rest. This didn't mean that any decepticon she might run into that wasn't her quarry would be safe, far from it. The warden showed no mercy to any decepticon and she would gladly dismember any of them that got in her way.

"Systems check." The femme used voice commands to run a diagnostic on the ship and the strange organic world. "Systems check running..... Check complete. No errors found, Planet atmosphere safe to Cybertronian lifeforms." The ship's computer stated in response. Solaris crossed her legs in her pilot seat, tapping her whip on her thigh in thought a moment. "Give me a visual of the surface again." She commanded as the view screen should the dry rocky terrain. She grimaced, "Ugh! it looks so.... filthy!" She stated in obvious disgust and she just knew that yellow sun of this planet was going to damage her paint. What a horrible state of events, but at least she would finally have her revenge of the two 'cons responsible for her misfortunes.

Solaris stood up, with a sigh through her vents. "Show me a list of indigenous altmodes to pick from... And only the finest! I'll not be driving around in anything less!" She order her ship as it's screen changed from the outside of the ship to a list of earth based cars, to which she carefully nitpicked through until settling on a Zenvo ST1. "This one isn't too bad download me the schematically data for my T-cog to scan." Solaris commanded, to which the ship complied. After scanning the data and getting her new altmode, the black and gunmetal gray femme stepped out of the ship. "Seal shut and cloak." She ordered her ship after leaving it, to which it complied. The ships systems only cloaked it's energy signature so the warden was glad she "parked" within a rock formation.

As the prissy femme took not more than a few steps out into the dry plains, she looked disgusted, "I was right... This place is filthy!" The warden complained before heading off in her new altmode to see if she could locate her quarry or even an ally or two...

[Crossfire]

Things were dreadfully slow. After the incident at the Autobot outpost and the crumbling of the Autobots forces on Earth, time seemed to crawl by. After the dust settled, Crossfire had actually met up with some fellow ‘bots and set up a very temporary forward base in the deserts of southern Utah. The lack of humans yet proximity to the former Autobot base provided them with the small band a chance to stay hidden while monitoring for other survivors. It had been quiet for weeks. Not even the Decepticons were active within the vicinity. Then today there had finally been a ping on long range radar. A Cybertronian craft, the IFF painting it as an Autobot vessel. It was landing quite some distance from the base so the scout had volunteered to chase it down due to his apt for speed. Going solo also reduced risk of being intercepted by a Decepticon and having the teams cover blown. Since humans still resented giant robot aliens strutting about since the attack on Jasper, Crossfire had no choice but to drive legally on the lonely desert highway. Hours of driving straight with nothing but sand and cacti ahead was starting to make the Autobot disinterested in the venture. He figured he had no choice but to fulfill his mission anyway and pick up the new Autobot/s.

The orange tone of the sky was beginning to match the desert sands as the sun set. Though Crossfire had been speeding significantly (he made sure to slow down when he picked up police or civilians on his scanner) it had still taken him hours to get close to the last known location of the downed vessel. And he could not take the chance to drive off-road because the risk of wear and tear from off roading was too high. Since there was no medic to repair any mechanical failures, any risk to take injury had to be well thought out. That, and most humans would notice a Ferrari driving between desert dunes in the middle of nowhere. Opting to take the highway had lengthened his journey down south.

This new guy better be worth all this the scout thought regrettably. He had very limited medical supplies with him in case the unknown ‘bot was injured. If the ‘bot was somehow incapable of returning to base, that would add the danger of a Decepticon swooping in before he had a chance to return him safely. As he was with his own thoughts, his scanners picked up a vehicle off to the side of the road a mile ahead. A sports car, somewhat similar to him. Confused a first, he remembered some wealthy humans took their expensive cars to long stretches of road to ride them as fast as they could. But then it would not make sense to drive that expensive car in the sand, it would ruin all the fine mechanical mechanisms and damage the car.

Humans are too vain with their automobiles to do that to such a car…Crossfire thought slowly. It dawned on him the driver was either had money to blow, insane, or….or not human at all. The scout could not afford to charge with guns blazing, so instead he decided to play safe. Slowing down to a bit below the legal speed limit, he turned his scanners on the mystery vehicle and prepared for a fight.

[Solaris]

Solaris noticed the other vehicle on the road. It was a flashy car, not bad looking at all as far as design went. One of her quarry, Deathwarrant was fond of stylish altmodes but this likely wasn't the 'con. The colors were wrong and the design wasn't muscle car enough. Just as the warden was about to heading on to the road she felt scanners on her and immediately tensed. It may not be Deathwarrant but that didn't mean it wasn't some other con she reminded herself. The tower femme turned her own scanners on the slowing vehicle, her weapons were primed and ready, just in case. As luck would have it, her scanner revealed an Autobot energy signature.

The black and gunmetal gray femme relaxed and drove up besides the other. "Autobot Warden, Solaris. Newly arrived and securing the perimeter for the enemy. Your rank and Designation?" She inquired professionally, but there was a rich air about her and an undeniable feeling of pride. Still, solaris did have some respect for rank and she didn't recognize this bot, so there was no way of knowing their rank. All the while, warden kept her optics out in case of unwanted company, be it Decepticon or native. She did so hate dealing with natives, especially organics. Organics tended to be filth much like the worlds they inhabited, and from her prior reading, before touch down on this world, it was no different here. At least these organics held a sense of style in how they designed their vehicles.