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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.
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[personal profile] airguardian 2015-03-21 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Jetfire happens to be in the skies. There's never too much air traffic and getting the lay of the land is far easier like this than on foot. He's not likely to get shot at either. It's a shame that he hasn't been able to salvage much in the way of equipment or anything of use.

However, he doesn't need any scanners or anything of the like to see that someone is struggling down below. There is no telling at this distance who it is or what badge they wear. Jetfire is still under the impression that such things don't matter so much in this environment. Thus he makes a rather quick descent, transforming mid way with his hands up in the universal 'I mean no harm' gesture.

It's then that Jetfire notices who it is on uneasy footing. Ultra Magnus... Perhaps the question should be 'which Ultra Magnus' but right now that's not something that really matters. Instead the scientist lands and extends a hand.

"I don't think you should be out here in your condition, sir."

Doesn't hurt to be polite regardless.
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[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?"