//Starting Fires// (Closed RP)
Volt had been traveling for what had felt like ages. He had encountered neither Con nor Bot since maybe a light year or so back, and he was glad to be away from that whole mess. (Very dreadful small planet, he came across some Bot berating a Con for "getting out of line." Having the insignia on and seeing that that was no place to bare his wares, he thought it best to evacuate real fast.)
So here he was, floating out in the vastness, just him and the good ol' Blade.
But his scanners signaled him that he was fast approaching a new solar system, and he examined the information displayed. A sun (rather small when compared to others he had come across), and a series of nine planets (maybe eight? He wasn't certain about that last one). Only one of them appeared habitable.
He smiled to himself. Maybe things were looking up.
He tilted the Blade down, his trajectory set for the tiny blue and green planet, and hoped to pinpoint a familiar signal. Hopefully Cybertronians had come to this planet, since it seemed to look so very promising. Probably covered in all kinds of organic matter, but with that kind of setting, he imagined some bots might think of the place as rather comfy.
The scanners worked over the surface; so far, nothing. But then a blip. Very faint, very sketchy, but it was nonetheless Cybertronian. Enhancing the image on the screen, the area from whence the signal had come appeared to be very dark, very dismal--hardly a place where someone would take up residence.
Maybe a trap...?
Or maybe someone in trouble...?
...Well, Volt would find out soon enough.
Setting the course, he flew down towards his destination.