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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.
rodders: <user name=brodinsons> (TIRED SMILE)

[personal profile] rodders 2015-03-23 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, he's forgotten about it mostly - except when people bring it up. A hand goes to the spot idly, Rodimus clearly not all that aware he's even making the gesture. "Oh. Yeah. I gave it to Drift." Because that's absolutely what she wants to hear right out of the gate from Rodimus.

"How'd I get back to where?"

Help. Help him, Magnus.
Edited 2015-03-23 04:11 (UTC)
aerospacecommander: (pic#7561220)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2015-03-23 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Stranger things have happened to me," he give her another smirk before continuing, "but if you are from my future -- I have to say, I'm rather jealous of future me."

Starscream is totally as smooth as a Starscream can be.

[personal profile] sciencetank 2015-03-23 06:32 am (UTC)(link)


"What?"

Oh, now Perceptor looks up. Looks up and... blinks. This isn't someone he completely recognizes. Parts of the frame are familiar, but overall, this is a stranger. He blinks.

Not to mention, he has literally no idea what this bot is talking about.

"To my knowledge, my assistants are still in the Nerve Center where I left them."
wimbles: (i GUESS)

[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-23 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, unimpressed is winning out over uncertain. She folds her arms. "And why's that?"
wimbles: (check out this Massive Brain)

[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-23 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Windblade frowns. "Then... what did it tell you? Did you get an idea of it? How did it speak to you?"

[personal profile] luckyfaceplate 2015-03-23 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Optimus stops, mostly because he's not sure how to word this exactly. The planet had certainly spoken to him. There's no doubt that it was communication. "It spoke in...images. Feelings. I'm not sure how I deciphered it, and some of it was unclear."

Optimus was far from spiritual, so this kind of thing is not his forte.

"But it told me that teamwork is needed on this planet. That it's goal--I believe--is to get us to work together."

The resigned tone of his voice is hard to mask. "Which may be more difficult than we can assume."
smallandincharge: none of you are free of sin (blocked. blocked. blocked.)

[personal profile] smallandincharge 2015-03-23 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ultra Magnus just stares at him blankly, her brain module whirring furiously behind her unblinking eyes. "That's a violation of section 17 of the Autobot Code," she says at last, but it's a reflex, a way of stalling for time - her spark isn't in it.
rodders: <user name=brodinsons> (MAYBE CHROMEDOME GOT ME)

[personal profile] rodders 2015-03-24 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Is it?" It also hadn't occurred to him that it might be breaking some sort of rule, although now that he thinks about it, it's kind of obvious. He shrugs, rolling a shoulder. "Better than him wandering around with the con symbol wielded into his chest."

Defensively, because he hasn't noticed that Magnus isn't attacking his choice. Well, not yet she isn't.
smallandincharge: Seriously Rodimus (This is absurd and illogical)

[personal profile] smallandincharge 2015-03-24 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
"The Decepticon insignia? What was Drift doing in exile? Did he defect? Again? Or --" Ultra Magnus looks over Rodimus' head, her eyes going unfocused in shock. "Or... did he never defect at all..."
She shakes her head in frustration, her voicebox crackling with distressed static, and then she looks sharply back at Rodimus. "As much as it pains me to say so, none of this matters right now. Quickly - where is the briefcase?"
aerospacecommander: (starscream 251)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2015-03-25 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Because the current me lacks someone so lovely to work with."

And she seems 100% more intelligent than Bruticus. And really he could use someone more helpful.
quantumechanic: (oh of course it's another dead guy)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-03-25 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The sexy one, Windblade.

"Well, the planet has a rich energon deposit, and there's enough to work with left in the city that I've gotten energon refining up and running. ...It's green, by the way. Tests are all normal, but we might start leaking green after being here for a while. And there are no books. The entire datasphere was wiped, probably by an EMP."

Again, that was only a list of the things Nautica cared about, but it was more useful than her just mentioning her friends.
Edited (grammar???) 2015-03-25 18:39 (UTC)
rodders: <user name=brodinsons> (SO PEOPLE ARE PRETTY DECENT)

[personal profile] rodders 2015-03-28 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Woah, woah," he says, throwing his hands up to stop Magnus before she continues. "He didn't defect, he hasn't even been exiled yet. Tarn carved it on his chest. I gave it to him to remind him of where he belongs. You know, with us." Which is his final word on the matter of Drift's exile as well as where his loyalty is.

But then Magnus mentions the briefcase, and that's a question Rodimus knows the answer to. Sort of. "Uh. Nautica had one, Brainstorm's got one, and Nightbeat had one but I haven't see him in weeks."
smallandincharge: Seriously Rodimus (This is absurd and illogical)

[personal profile] smallandincharge 2015-03-29 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Magnus rolls her optics. "Yes, I am aware that Brainstorm has a briefcase, and that Nautica and Nightbeat had one. But they gave it to you. Do you not still have it?"
Edited 2015-03-29 05:24 (UTC)
primebyproxy: (The usual ridiculous spark of hope…)

[personal profile] primebyproxy 2015-04-01 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
The first sound of engines in the sky sends Magnus looking for cover; ages of war with Seekers makes it a trained reflex. There aren't many places on an open street like this for someone of his mass to hide. He half-steps, half-staggers into the meagre shelter where a support has started coming away from the very wall it was meant to keep standing and leans back, wearily watching for one of the Extermination Squadron drones to appear. He hasn't quite got his rifle into his hand before that sleek white jet transforms.

He stops. He hasn't seen that one in quite a long time. Something like relief washes through Magnus and he sags against the wall rather than take Jetfire's hand right away. Exhaustion makes his limbs even heavier at the thought of asking anyone to support him now.

"Just tired," he lies. Starving and abused and tired. "What – what happened to the guards? The drones? How did I get back to the surface?" He squints and shakes his head, trying to clear it, and looks up and down the empty street. "…Where is everyone else?"
primebyproxy: (I can't do it.)

[personal profile] primebyproxy 2015-04-01 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Sir is a little more comfortable for Magnus, at least. It makes more sense. Odd thing to cling to in a situation that makes so little sense in general. He tries to stand straighter; a good leader doesn't let those relying on him see him weak, after all.

Optimus never did.

"Just a little tired," he says. It still nags at him, the vague sense of recognition he feels, but he can't drum up a name no matter how hard he tries. Whether from fragmentation or a real lack of data, he isn't certain. He leaves it lie for now. There are bigger concerns at hand. "Where are the others?" Surely he can't be the only one brought out of the mines.
primebyproxy: (We still have a chance.)

[personal profile] primebyproxy 2015-04-01 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Orders are familiar. Orders are something comfortable and understandable, even if he's unaccustomed to that face issuing them so brusquely. He could even simply fall in line as he should, but for one baffling detail that makes him frown, bemused.

"…We have a medibay?" Have there really been enough Autobots still free that they've managed such a feat, given the circumstances?
primebyproxy: (I turned my back on them all.)

[personal profile] primebyproxy 2015-04-01 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
With every word, it sounds more and more like gibberish. Magnus' expression shifts from confusion to a vague sense of alarm as he realises he doesn't understand what's being said. He recognises some words, but strung together, it's nonsense. Maybe this stranger is just insane.

"I… I don't know what Drift or Tarn is," he admits quietly, slowly. "I don't remember anything you're describing. I'm–" He doesn't quite flinch, but the words sting in his mouth anyway. "Sorry."
rodders: <user name=brodinsons> (MAYBE CHROMEDOME GOT ME)

[personal profile] rodders 2015-04-01 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I never had it?" He's so confused, please help him, Magnus. "We had three of them here for a while. Brainstorm probably has Nightbeat's. Dunno what he's doing with them, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. For now."
staygoldponybot: (cultivating a manly musk)

[personal profile] staygoldponybot 2015-04-01 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes."

Not a great one, but whatever.

"And medics." he adds, after a short pause.
primebyproxy: (Peace… wouldn't have worked…)

[personal profile] primebyproxy 2015-04-01 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Magnus not only pauses at that response, he draws back half a step and fumbles for what to say. Perceptor seems right enough to his tired optics, but the words ring oddly.

"No," he stammers eventually, "I mean the others… the others in the mines with me." It is Perceptor, he reasons; the scientist has always been one to be engrossed in whatever task lies at hand.
planate: (talks)

[personal profile] planate 2015-04-01 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"That's fine. There's plenty of space for recharging."

The entire city, in fact! "You mean the crew? Oh, they're... not here, I guess. It's a bit of a weird situation if I'm honest."
smallandincharge: SERIOUSLY THIS IS ILLEGAL (THIS IS ILLEGAL)

[personal profile] smallandincharge 2015-04-01 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry, Rodimus - Mags is too busy flailing around for her own metaphorical oxygen mask to help you into yours.

"You gave him the benefit of the WHAT?" roars Ultra Magnus, but it's the kind of roar that cracks at the edges into a disbelieving squeak. "After everything he's done, everything he is, you let him take the briefcases and -- go? What were you doing? What were you thinking?" Magnus pauses, mid-rant. She raises a hand, palm out. "Wait. No. On second thought, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know."
Edited 2015-04-01 05:17 (UTC)

[personal profile] sciencetank 2015-04-01 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I... don't follow."

He is, for the first time, left speechless. And confused. Clearly, this bot knows him somehow. But nothing he's saying makes sense to Perceptor. It doesn't match any of his personal data.

"I haven't been into any mines since I left the Sea of Rust."
rodders: <user name=brodinsons> (LOOK I KNOW THAT ALREADY)

[personal profile] rodders 2015-04-03 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey," he snaps back, plating flaring for a moment in defense. He's a bit touchy on people questioning his leadership decisions, even when they're Ultra Magnus. Whose input he values, even if he knows she'd think otherwise. "I tackled him when he first arrived - he didn't even know we knew what was in the case or that we knew he was a con. And honestly, we could use him." Because they're stuck on a Cybertron that isn't their own with no way to get home. If someone could figure out how, that person is Brainstorm working with everyone else they've got.

And this is Rodimus, who gives people second chances and regular chances that often end up biting him in the aft. It's just how he is.

"The moment he tries anything more Decepticon than normal, everyone's got a free pass to punch him in the face."
rodders: <user name=brodinsons> (DEBATING BAD LIFE CHOICE #6239)

[personal profile] rodders 2015-04-03 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who," he corrects - hand once again going to grab at Magnus' arm out of concern. "Are you okay? Seriously, Magnus, there's no way you'd forget who Drift is. Unless this is one of those weird time things and you haven't met any of us yet."

Wait, does that mean-- he frowns again, brow furrowing. He doesn't want to lose Magnus, one of the few people he relies on more than he really ever realizes he does until he doesn't have it any more. But the more he looks, the more he sees that don't fit with his Ultra Magnus.

"Do you have a mustache? Not..." he gestures at Magnus vainly. "But the you underneath?"

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