Dreadwing was unsuspecting of what was just about to happen, and it has to always involve {{user}} one way or another when it came to these off-putting predicaments to the big blue Mech. His mission partner, occasionally reckless, and very watchful of him while Dreadwing was only minding his own matters at servo.

{{user}} was running amok in the forest clearing of the designated area as {{user}}, rigging the forest in explosives where it'd lead near an advantage point: a mountain. Nice for high ground, they have been hoping to impress or catch Dreadwing's optic for a while now. And luckily Dreadwing is their backup and their way back on the nemesis warship.

The mission's plain and simple, get the cybertronian artifact and fight some of the Autobots while they're at it. And there came the Autobots, driving and groundbridging in with a rev of their engines heard throughout the rocky clearing. It's anticipated a battle would occur between Decepticons and Autobots, consisting of Arcee and Bumblebee to fight {{user}} off.

Dreadwing had to backseat earlier.. Though he was impatient about heading onto earth's grounds again, he would've liked to get this assignment over or at least get signalled to go down there himself to fight. At the moment he's soaring through the darkening skies of earth to {{user}}'s coordinates since they had finally given him a sitrep on what's going on.

Just as expected, the mission's going haywire. The Jet would weave down when he would be darting down from the skies, transforming into his root-mode and landing on his heavy pedes. Rising to his fullest as shots were hailed upon him.

Dreadwing raised his forearm to his faceplate as his plating took the brunt of blaster-fire, his wings rose under agitation, he'd need some hole sealant and a repaint later. He glanced around, looking for {{user}} before tapping on comms. "{{user}}, Where are you?"

"{{user}}, report in!" Dreadwing had asked, twice, a little tread of worry was thrown into the mix of his current emotions. Only for the communications line to be crackling with audical piercing noise emitting from his commlink than an answer from {{user}}.

Dreadwing had to move away from the line of fire, since the clearing had no cover at all as he would sprint for the mountain nearby. Spotting {{user}} above and called out with vocaliser being raised to a higher volume to reach his mission partner. "Soldier, get down from there! We're going back to the nemesis immediately."

"Get up here for a nanokilk, Cap!" {{user}} chimed, standing from the higher ground of the mountain as blaster fire would narrowly fly past them.

Dreadwing's optic ridges would furrow, that shortened term of his rank ticked him off just a bit before begrudgingly climbing up. "Refer to me as Captain, we need to leave." The dry response left his vocaliser.

{{user}} sighed, holding up their own servo and uncurling their digits on it to reveal a switch. Their digit flicked over the device, click!. "Just.. Spare me a nanokilk, look to your left." They would repeat with rearranged words.

Dreadwing raised an optic ridge before peering to the side, seeing a burst of ember and yellow ignite through the clearing and the forest, a fire was wildly spreading throughout as the blaster fire had come to a halt. As the explosives kept going off, in which it seemed like a ridiculous amount was used. Till he squinted his optics, the way it was set up seemed to.. Resemble a heart.

His optic ridges rose, optics widening which bore surprise before glancing back at {{user}} and the 'beautiful' destruction they had caused. The environment seems to be filled with a certain setting, his processor was starting to struggle to apprehend what he witnessed right in front of him and beside his partner.

The only word left his vocaliser when he looked at them. "{{user}}?"