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robot satan ([personal profile] robotsatan) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-03-05 09:12 pm

[ INTRO LOG #2 ]

You don't know how you got here. One minute you were walking, sleeping, maybe dead -- then you're here, your feet suddenly carrying you down an empty street. Where's here?

Any Cybertronian would recognize this as their home planet, Cybertron, but it's not a Cybertron they've ever known. It has all the familiar hallmarks, but none of the specifics -- the city isn't one anyone here could identify, and even at a glance it's obvious that no one's set foot on the planet's surface in hundreds of years. The city and its surrounding areas all bear the marks of devastating war, of dust and rust collected over centuries. With other people relatively scarce, there's plenty to explore. In fact, if you start walking, you'll find that your feet may just carry you in one particular direction.

Despite its obvious ruin and aeons-long abandonment, the city and surrounding areas do bear some signs of recent habitation. There's a small but growing population of other people, Cybertronian and otherwise, and there's evidence of their presence -- areas of the city that have been cleaned up for use, intact rooms in ruins of buildings where people have set up to live, a few terminals here and there that have been restored to power.

A) The crater.
On one edge of the city is a massive crater left by some wartime weapon that seems to have taken out a large chunk of the surrounding metropolitan area. At the center of the crater it's broken through the surface of the terrain to reveal what looks like it might be a promising energon deposit. There is some strange but native vegetation growing around the edges, too, that no Cybertronian would be able to identify -- small, metallic, brittle-looking sprouts that bear a curiously organic-looking fruit of some kind that doesn't look like it's intended for consumption by any natives of the planet. In one rocky nook of the crater, light catches on the surface of a pool of water, which seems strangely out of place on Cybertron. On closer inspection, it seems that somehow an underground water source has formed a spring in the crater.

B) The center of the city.
If you follow where your feet seem to want to carry you, you'll find yourself in the middle of the ruined city. It seems that the center of the city was once home to a massive forum, and some of the pillars and structures still stand. At the very center of the forum is a massive, elaborately constructed fountain, although it has now long since run dry of whatever used to fill it. One of the low, inner walls of the forum has a terminal embedded in its surface, although it looks curiously ancient, out of place with the rest of the city, and unlike the rest of the technology still left around, there doesn't seem to be any way to power it on or operate it. There are a few scattered pools of water and a few of the strange metallic plants in the city, too, but they're not quite as plentiful as in the crater.

The planet was obviously once home to a massive network of communication relays, but those have all been long since destroyed. However, a few enterprising transplants have worked together to set up a working local network, which can be accessed via any one of the public terminals, any built-in comms systems your character might have (audio only), or a handheld device produced by one of the people who set up the network.
wimbles: (i GUESS)

[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-11 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shockwave?" Windblade's eyebrows draw together in steadily mounting confusion. "Isn't Shockwave the Decepticon who tried to compress the universe into a singularity–?"
quantumechanic: (i reiterate that your assertion is crap)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-03-11 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, him! Except he's from before all that. He's still a Senator." Some vague awareness that Windblade was not as into this as Nautica felt she ought to be was now making it through, and she stepped up her efforts. "Really, it's fine. He and Optimus are friends."

Yes. Friends.
tsunclonus: (?)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-03-11 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"You were incorrect," Cyclonus states, not denying that she offended. He's not going to take it to spark, however. He's born worse insults with quiet dignity. Better she learn this from him, than refer to someone more... volatile as such.

He actually looks startled when the human jumps from the platform, jolting a step forward and raising a hand. It was a long drop for someone her size and organics were hardly as resilient as his kind. She displays that strange power once again, however, and he straightens as she lands safely.

Definitely one to be wary of.

"Cyclonus," he offers in turn, then frowns down at her. "That is a question I have been asking myself. I am to assume that your people are not responsible, then?"
arnhaid: (No I'm not surprised)

[personal profile] arnhaid 2015-03-12 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure."

He doesn't squeeze or otherwise try to grip her hand too hard. Just a couple shakes and he lets it go, folding his arms to study her.

"I can try. But uh... Optimus is probably the better bet." Those big shoulders lift in a shrug. "See... last thing I remember's apparently a long time ago, compared to everyone else. I thought we were still fightin' a war, but Prime says that ain't true anymore."

If that told her anything...

[personal profile] luckyfaceplate 2015-03-12 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
The relief is mutual. If there was anyone that had shown themselves to be quite capable in such a short period of time, it was Windblade. Certainly a sight for sore eyes considering most flyers were Starscream (don't even get him started).

"Likewise." While his tone is as even as ever, there's till the glint of good-nature about it. One he saves for his 'old friends' (there's a lot but let's not talk about that).

"I take it you've already gathered information, then."

Come Windblade, walk with him.
aerospacecommander: (starscream 282)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2015-03-12 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
The look on her face gives him a smile. He likes to catch people off guard, it gives him a certain advantage. He approaches her, but slowly and rather lazily.

"You are correct! Sometimes I don't realize just how famous I really am. But you ... I don't know you. I'm rather sure I'd remember a face like yours."
ancillary: (pic#8912599)

[personal profile] ancillary 2015-03-12 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
She was rarely ever familiar with being incorrect, but better for her mistake to be reprimanded than fired upon.

"No," She answered firmly, "Even I'm not this thorough."

That had her thinking, the sudden absence of an entire population was not dissimilar to something she had encountered before. The only variance was the targeted populace.

"You mentioned a war."

Miranda activated the haptic interface of her omni-tool and brought up a holographic projection roughly half the size of herself. It was clearly a machine; it superficially bore resemblance to a cuttlefish with two long tentacles and multiple limbs.

"Hold on - let me play the audio file."

She hit something on her omni-tool and suddenly a sharp, deafening horn-like metallic sound boomed before everything fell silent again. Even if it was just a recording a Reaper cry still put a chill in her blood.

"Is this familiar?" She asked.
tsunclonus: (Sad/serene)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-03-12 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"My people are known for warring," Cyclonus says. Unfortunately for their home planet.

He stoops down onto one knee to get a better look at the projection, one hand coming up to his chin as he considers it. They call to mind some of the creatures he has encountered in his travels, but none quite match. As the sound plays, he shakes his head.

"It's not Cybertronian in origin, nor is it familiar."
ancillary: (We used to leave the blue lights on)

[personal profile] ancillary 2015-03-13 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?"

Miranda spoke a little breathlessly, surprised. While the Reapers had been a relatively in the dark entity that had only verged into total war recently, Miranda had been convinced they would have zeroed in on a planet such as this ages ago. Everything about this planet; the seeming sudden desertion of an entire population and limited resources was their M.O. - Cybertronians would be the perfect shock troops, she thought to herself.

"Is your species spacefaring?"

She still has to look up, way up, to look Cyclonus in the eye but she takes note of how he kneels to make things a bit easier. Thoughtful.
tsunclonus: (rbf)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-03-14 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
The corner of Cyclonus's mouth twitches briefly, though it never quite forms into a smile. Are Cybertronians spacefaring? How little does this human know. Then his face sinks back into a frown. Could it be that in this strange alternate timeline - he still blames this on you, Brainstorm - his race was unknown to the galaxy? What had happened to them?

He answers solemnly, on behalf of the history he knows, "For the past ten million years."
Edited 2015-03-14 16:34 (UTC)
auramatic: (or was it the song?)

[personal profile] auramatic 2015-03-15 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Drift only catches a brief glimpse of the jet before there's nothing but a vapor trail to follow, but even at a glance he knows it's no one he recognizes. Someone new, he's guessing -- and given how things have been shaping up lately, it wouldn't hurt to greet them. He follows the trail to the center of the city, tires tearing up old stone paths -- his alt mode isn't nearly as fast as hers, sleek as it is, so by the time he gets there the other mech is already in front of the terminal, her back to him. Drift knows his approach isn't exactly subtle, though, so he's not worried about surprising her when he transforms without coming to a halt, running off the last few steps of momentum as his feet hit the ground. It's too bad you weren't watching, Windblade, that was a pretty sweet entrance.

He's about to draw a little more attention to his presence with a cool greeting, but he's then immediately distracted by the sight of the terminal over her shoulder. He's been here about as long as anyone, and he's never seen the terminal here light up like that -- as far as he knew, no one could get it working. Drift's optics narrow slightly in bewildered curiosity as he approaches from behind without introducing himself, more interested in the strange images than Windblade for the time being. All of them are unfamiliar, but they strike him as somehow meaningful.

"How long has it been doing this?"
wimbles: (i GUESS)

[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-15 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Windblade looks kind of unimpressed, and kind of uncertain.

"Yeah," she says. "You must be from... the past...?" She doesn't sound totally sure about that – but she hasn't been clued in about the alternate universes thing yet. "... I'm Windblade. We... work together. In the future, if that's what's going on here."
wimbles: (i GUESS)

[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-15 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
She looks pretty uncertain about that, although if Optimus Prime thinks this ... version ... of Shockwave is alright, then he probably has to be.

Probably.

She lets her arms drop to her sides.

"Nautica, I'm really, really glad to see you, but... what's going on here?"
wimbles: (i GUESS)

[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-15 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Some, yes," she says, frowning, as she follows. "But I've got the impression that it's not enough."
wimbles: (what did i say about murders)

[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-15 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, it's hard not to notice him showing up – Windblade's already turned to watch him approach by the time he comes up to watch the terminal over her shoulder. She's frowning – she doesn't recognise him, but he does have an Autobot badge, which... in theory ought to mean he's not too much of a stab-first-ask-questions-later sort of bot, but you can never really be sure.

She shakes her head at the question. "I don't know," she says. "I haven't been here long. But I think it's trying to tell us something. It... called me here, did you feel it?" She's matter-of-fact about it, like this is a normal, everyday sort of thing to discuss – although it's pretty obvious that she's keenly interested, regardless.
auramatic: (what did you say?)

[personal profile] auramatic 2015-03-15 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Drift's optics are fixed on the terminal, but he jerks them away to look at Windblade with a faint look of surprise. It's then that he chooses to study her a little more closely -- there's something different-looking about her, despite the badge. He's definitely never seen her before, though. Drift would remember someone with such striking eyebrows.

His face quickly dissolves into something more serious, appropriately solemn for the matter at hand. "I do," he says quietly, way less matter-of-factly. In fact he sounds like he's pretty deep into the mystical bullshit end of things. "I'm glad I'm not the only one."
wimbles: (check out this Massive Brain)

[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-15 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
She's glad to hear it, considering how Slipstream reacted; she doesn't smile, but her nod is a little more – invigorated, perhaps. She glances back at the monitor, still flickering between images.

"It's definitely not just a slideshow," she says seriously. "This is... I'm a Cityspeaker, I interpret for metrotitans, and... it's not the same, but it feels like I could get it if I just had a better idea of what I was dealing with."

[personal profile] luckyfaceplate 2015-03-15 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Relocation is the biggest revelation we've had. It seems that there are many alternate Cybertrons, alternate universes even, where we've all existed, and this one happens to be the first where we co-exist."

His talk with Cybertron itself comes to mind, and if anyone deserved to know about it, it would be to someone who has had similar experience.

"The planet is...somewhat sentient, as well."
wimbles: (check out this Massive Brain)

[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-15 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sentient," she repeats, her optics brightening in interest. It makes sense, considering what she's felt, and seen, but she hadn't even begun to anticipate that kind of scale... "The whole planet?"

[personal profile] luckyfaceplate 2015-03-15 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I believe so. I felt something during my time here, and when I ventured out to investigate, the planet spoke to me."

Sort of. In it's own...planet way. His head droops slightly, a bit embarrassed to be admitting this.

"It does not speak like we do."
primebyproxy: (I can't do it.)

[personal profile] primebyproxy 2015-03-15 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
That familiar shape, in those familiar colours, draws a look of surprise from Magnus when he finally has a chance to pause so he needn't watch where he puts his feet. He didn't expect to see the scientist ever again, yet there he is. Magnus almost smiles.

"Perceptor?" he sighs, relieved. Perhaps they infiltrated the security systems and got everyone out of the cells.
primebyproxy: (But how much damage can they do?)

[personal profile] primebyproxy 2015-03-15 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Big guy. Magnus pauses, bemused. He's never heard anyone address him like that – it sounds warm. Friendly. It's not something he's used to. He turns that briefly unguarded look on the stranger before unease shutters his expression and furrows his brow. He has no idea who this person is – or why he acts like they're familiar with one another. He isn't even wearing a brand.

"H… hello?" Magnus ventures awkwardly, stiffly. He doesn't want to be rude but he isn't sure how to proceed, either. He can't even be sure what faction the other bot is with. Magnus tucks in on himself just a little, unconsciously preparing for the backlash. Or a fight.
Edited 2015-03-16 00:16 (UTC)
primebyproxy: (Peace… wouldn't have worked…)

[personal profile] primebyproxy 2015-03-15 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
That answer brings Magnus some pause. If there are other Autobots here, surely Sentinel Prime would have a small retinue with him. Especially as there are also Decepticons in the area.

"What happened to your guards?" he asks, worried. Sentinel Prime is injured. Perhaps there's been an attempt on his life even before Magnus woke. "Have you already come under attack?"
staygoldponybot: (;_;)

[personal profile] staygoldponybot 2015-03-16 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
HAHAHA ABOUT THAT... Sentinel isn't sure if it's worth lying. Magnus would find out the second he spoke to literally anyone. It sure is annoying having the reputation of an irredeemable psychopath!!!!

"By Megatron; he put me out of commission for over a month." Even then, Magnus can probably tell from the general state he's in some of those injuries are newer than the others.

He huffs slightly, "It's... hard to explain without you seeing proof of why, first."
planate: (heeee)

[personal profile] planate 2015-03-16 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Magnus!"

It's not hard to recognise the general shape. Even with the differences, not many mechs are as FUCKING HUGE as Magnus is. Pipes runs up to him, delighted.

"It's good to see-- you?"

A little late does he see just how different the armour is. The minibot doesn't sound disappointed though, just mildly confused.

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