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For anyone else, the situation could be generously called 'less than optimal'. After having been on this planet for a little less than a cycle, Cascade found himself lost. A disastrous trip through a damaged Ground Bridge, preceded by an altercation with Decepticon forces, had sent him tumbling out into an unfamiliar location in the middle of this planet’s night cycle. His long-range communication array had been knocked out of commission, and his internal repair system had deemed them the second lowest priority repair. There was Energon leaking from somewhere inside him, so he supposed the reprioritization had merit. Recognizing the vulnerable state he found himself in, he'd transformed into his vehicle mode so as to not draw unneeded attention. Somehow he didn't think Prime would be pleased if a human snapped a picture of him, and especially not as a giant robot bleeding energon. Still, his internal sensors kept pinging him regarding damage, and the damage made him feel sluggish and discombobulated.
Yes, less than optimal certainly described the situation. However... as Cascade pulled into one of the many lots filled with cars that seemed to populate the planet, Cascade found himself feeling less upset about the situation than he expected. Perhaps one of the blows he'd received had damaged his processor. Or maybe, for the first time in what felt like an age, he wasn't surrounded by reminders of the war. The sun on this planet was only just rising, and there was a certain stillness to everything that even the constant movement of the humans couldn't quite break. From the furthest reaches of his mind, came memories of similar stillness on Cybertron, before everything had gone to the Pits.
Peace
A world at Peace. Something so divorced from Cascade's experiences, that it might be the most alien part of coming here. A part of him felt the immediate pull to leave, to search out Optimus Prime and return to the front lines that he'd known most of his existence. But another part, dare he say a larger part, wished to stay here and bask in the peace around him. In the simple safety of it all.
So under the guise of healing, and gathering information, Cascade let himself sit in a parking spot and just observe the world around him. Listen to the sounds around him, chirping flying creatures and humans going about their business. Both paying attention to his surroundings, and zoning out. Which was why he did not initially notice her.
Yes, less than optimal certainly described the situation. However... as Cascade pulled into one of the many lots filled with cars that seemed to populate the planet, Cascade found himself feeling less upset about the situation than he expected. Perhaps one of the blows he'd received had damaged his processor. Or maybe, for the first time in what felt like an age, he wasn't surrounded by reminders of the war. The sun on this planet was only just rising, and there was a certain stillness to everything that even the constant movement of the humans couldn't quite break. From the furthest reaches of his mind, came memories of similar stillness on Cybertron, before everything had gone to the Pits.
Peace
A world at Peace. Something so divorced from Cascade's experiences, that it might be the most alien part of coming here. A part of him felt the immediate pull to leave, to search out Optimus Prime and return to the front lines that he'd known most of his existence. But another part, dare he say a larger part, wished to stay here and bask in the peace around him. In the simple safety of it all.
So under the guise of healing, and gathering information, Cascade let himself sit in a parking spot and just observe the world around him. Listen to the sounds around him, chirping flying creatures and humans going about their business. Both paying attention to his surroundings, and zoning out. Which was why he did not initially notice her.