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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.
primebyproxy: (I just wasn't ready.)

[personal profile] primebyproxy 2015-03-06 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Ultra Magnus' back and arms still ache from the weight of the drill as he powers down, curled in on himself to fit in what space he has in his cell. They'll still ache when he has to shoulder the massive machine again tomorrow. There's nothing he can do about that any more.

Everything still aches when he comes online to the overpowering need to walk somewhere. He knows he shouldn't try; disobedience means pain. But he can't shake the urge, and when he looks up slowly, ready to be kicked back down by a guard, he finds he's no longer in his cell. He has no idea where he is or how he got here from the mines, and as he labours to his feet, he groans. His entire being feels sore and worn down to the frame. Abused joints squeal under the strain of standing straight for the first time in weeks; bleary optics focus skyward, at some distant point he can't see.

Magnus has no idea where he is, but he knows he needs to be somewhere else. His first step is a staggering one and he grabs at the wall for balance, kicking over a pile of rusted rubble in the struggle to avoid falling.

He should try to find fuel, too. He starts forward again, more slowly this time.
staygoldponybot: (I LOVE NOTHING)

toot toot trainwreck express

[personal profile] staygoldponybot 2015-03-06 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Sentinel is out... well, he can't really use the "scavenging" excuse, anymore. He's just straight up bumming around, looking for somewhere to stay.

Which is why, coincidentally, he comes across Magnus. He almost pulls a gun on the guy, until he sees the state the other bot is in. He doesn't lower it out of the goodness of his spark, but rather not wanting to waste bullets.

He cocks his head at the figure, squinting. Who is this Autobot. Why is he so big.
primebyproxy: (The usual ridiculous spark of hope…)

all aboard

[personal profile] primebyproxy 2015-03-06 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Magnus is so busy watching where he puts his feet so he doesn't fall that he hardly notices his would-be assailant. It's only when he sees the shadow about to fall across him that he looks up, and when he does, suddenly, his air compressors stop working for a moment. It feels like a punch to the chest.

He knows those colours. He knows that shape. He looks at the other Autobot like he's just seen a ghost.

"S… Sentinel Prime? Sir?" he ventures, uneasy. It can't be, not really, he tells himself. He saw Sentinel Prime's body torn to pieces in the crater where Megatron left it. And yet…
staygoldponybot: (i don't like giving speeches so i won't)

[personal profile] staygoldponybot 2015-03-06 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
He's... not entirely sure what to say to that. He doesn't even know who this is.

"Yes...?"

That's about as much as he's got. Magnus might notice he's slightly hesitant; despite calling him 'sir' that doesn't necessarily mean this isn't someone further in the timeline who wants to murder him.

Maybe he's just being paranoid.
primebyproxy: (And you know what?)

[personal profile] primebyproxy 2015-03-06 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Too exhausted to care about the hesitation and the wariness. Too exhausted to care about anything right now, save that he isn't hallucinating. Magnus turns a broken sort of smile to Sentinel as he lurches forward a step or two, then brings himself up short.

"I'm – I'm glad," he says very quietly. Shy. Maybe it is a hallucination, or a dream, and soon he'll wake. "Or maybe… I'm dreaming? I thought you were dead." He knows Sentinel Prime died.

He's too exhausted to care about that, either.
staygoldponybot: (cultivating a manly musk)

[personal profile] staygoldponybot 2015-03-06 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"So I've been informed."

He doesn't move when Magnus stumbles. No, this is obviously someone who doesn't want to murder him. This is exactly the type of someone needs, not someone like Optimus. Not that that'll necessarily change his demeanour towards Magnus; Sentinel was an incredibly stern commander.

Sentinel watches him for a long few moments. The state he's in won't do. Not at all.

"There's a medibay relatively nearby." He gestures in the general direction. "You look like you need work."
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[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-03-06 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The unidentified city is a harsh contrast to glittering Rodion in its prime. When they time-jumped again, the last thing Cyclonus expected was to find himself in what appeared to be post-war Cybertron in the middle of a city he doesn't recognize.

Were they too late? Is this the new future Brainstorm's meddling wrought? But how did he get here, and why is he alone? Where are Tailgate and the others?

He almost takes to the sky to search for signs of life, but he finds himself walking instead. There's a feeling urging him on, guiding his footsteps in one direction. Ahead of him are the ruins of some grand forum. He can tell it was beautiful once, and his spark aches for it as it does for the Cybertron he once knew.

Cautiously, he approaches the center of the city.
sciencetank: (Behold my SCIENCE)

[personal profile] sciencetank 2015-03-07 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
He's not the only huge bot out and about.

Although, Perceptor is more used to the sudden change of pace by now. Enough to where he's gotten sick of the whole "new world" nonsense. Time to get down to the business of studying and working on a way to leave.

He's so engrossed in studying the scrap of unfamiliar flora that the sounds of footsteps doesn't seem to rattle him. He'd been so used to Grimlock's stomping, wall-shaking footfalls, after all. What's one more?
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[personal profile] rodders 2015-03-07 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Well there's a familiar bot - Rodimus hadn't seen Magnus in a while, and it ate at him that he couldn't bring him up on the comm as well. Had he gone home? And if he had, how had he managed that? Surely he wasn't so put out with him that he decided he just wouldn't tell the rest of the crew - no, he was certain Magnus wouldn't do that. And hey, he'd managed to find and get himself into the armor.

He probably could punch the shit out of anyone they needed him to now at this point.

It takes a bit of jogging for him to catch up to Magnus, grin in place. "Hey, big guy!"
primebyproxy: (But how much damage can they do?)

[personal profile] primebyproxy 2015-03-07 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, sir, I'm well enough," says Magnus. Just tired, he almost adds. But that's irrelevant; Sentinel Prime is alive. Battered, Magnus realises as he collects himself and starts closer to the Prime, but living. All his own aches are quickly forgotten. "But what about you, sir?" he asks, gently, looking Sentinel over.

He looks like he's halfway through the fight with Megatron already. The scars on his middle make Magnus' fuel run cold. The Matrix.

Magnus failed Sentinel Prime once. Maybe this is his second chance.
staygoldponybot: (clear alcohols are for rich women)

[personal profile] staygoldponybot 2015-03-07 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
No longer spaghetti!

"Functional." He states, flat as a board. He'll just leave out the part where he's missing a T-Cog, that's embarrassing.

Regardless, it's nice to have someone who recognises him and also doesn't want to pound his face into a rock. Sentinel was fine working alone but, well, he would be a fool to turn Magnus away.

"There are more here. Both Autobot and Decepticon."
ancillary: (I get up)

[personal profile] ancillary 2015-03-08 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Native?"

High heeled boots strike metal in sharp rhythmic patterns as Miranda comes striding down maintenance catwalk that wraps around between two buildings at the city perimeter. What with being human and navigating a city designed for significantly large inhabitants, Miranda stands a few feet below the guard railing.

Cyclonus might notice on the approach she has her hand running along a semi-transparent blue light flickering like water catching the light; a biotic barrier constructed to make the catwalk safer for someone her size, and insurance for a potential firefight. Paranoia had its benefits. She looked down at Cyclonus, regarding him coolly with barefaced suspicion.
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[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-03-09 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Cyclonus frowns up at Miranda, observing her critcially. He draws no weapons, but he's ready for a fight should this stranger attempt to start one.

He recognizes the human form, but Cybertron had never been particularly friendly towards organic life. A holomatter avatar, perhaps? Could her true self be somewhere else? His gaze flicks suspiciously to the ruins on either side of him, though he doesn't move his head. No other movement, but he keeps his senses on high alert.

Finally he answers the question. "Perhaps. Perhaps not."

This place certainly seems like Cybertron, and yet it doesn't seem to be any Cybertron he knows; neither his own shining Cybertron nor the war-torn ruin he'd returned to. The unrecognizable city, the strange pools that seemed to be water, those plants... It was all wrong.

"And you are?"
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[personal profile] ancillary 2015-03-10 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Human."

She said flatly, because she could play coy as well. Cyclonus had every reason to be as cagey as she was, but he was clearly playing the home field advantage. And also a giant synthetic.

One thin brow arched as she stood, arms crossed loose over her chest and still giving Cyclonus a piercing once over. She had, decidedly, not dropped the biotic barrier she had kept up between the guardrails. It was draining, but she was willing to play that gambit - doubting this synthetic species had any experience with biotics and their limitations.

"You're not the first synthetic I've come across, but the first I've seen willing to stop and chat."
tsunclonus: (arms crossed)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-03-10 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Synthetic? That's a new one, but that more than anything convinces Cyclonus that she might actually be human as she says. It would be like an organic species to single out mechanoids with such an unpleasant term. As if organic species were somehow more real than they.

Cyclonus crosses his arms, face pulling into a deeper frown. "I am not synthetic."

However, it is interesting to learn that this city isn't completely abandoned, and if this human is comparing him with others then there may be other Cybertronians. Perhaps the rest of Rodimus's time traveling team are here after all, merely separated.
wimbles: (check out this Massive Brain)

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[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-10 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Windblade has never seen all that much of Cybertron.

She's seen it from space, of course, and she knows Metroplex, Iacon, like the back of her hand by now, but she's yet to have much cause to venture into the uninhabited wilderness very often – so when she finds herself here, in what she knows must be Cybertron from the feeling it has, old and alive on a scale far beyond Caminus, she assumes at first that she hasn't left the planet, never mind the universe. Not that she isn't worried, of course – she has no idea where she is or how she got there – but the scope of her concern is... smaller. More manageable.

There's something somehow different about the sky, though, and her attempts to comm allies and friends get her nowhere – and when she takes to the air to get her bearings, she doesn't get far beyond the city limits before she realises something is pulling her back.

It feels, to Windblade, who has spent her entire life speaking with titans, as if someone is trying to tell her something.

She turns around, following that beckoning impulse straight to the ruined forum.

She's drawn immediately to the terminal and its endlessly looping images – it's nothing she's used to, but it's definitely some attempt to communicate...

The trail she's left across the sky is pretty obvious, pretty easy to follow. Someone should interrupt her before she and Cybertron have a Moment.
chickscream: (but for all I aspire)

[personal profile] chickscream 2015-03-10 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
By someone, do you mean Slipstream? You probably meant Slipstream. Even if you didn't mean Slipstream, congratulations! Here is a Slipstream, rising out of the city in altmode and blatantly showing off as she does a giant loop-de-loop around the unfamiliar jet, before settling in off her wing.

She is not even remotely trying to hide the Decepticon crests on her wings, but almost no one has taken issue with them; she's almost forgotten they're there.

"I don't think I've seen you around before," she calls across the gap between herself and the sleek stranger. "Nice altmode. Can you hover with those things?"
wimbles: (pchooooo)

[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-11 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, Windblade definitely isn't going to remark on her insignia, although she is pretty surprised to see anybody else here at all – never mind to be approached so casually.

She keeps her distance; her impressive blue eyebrows would be furrowing a little if she had a face right now.

"Where are we?"
chickscream: (I never wanted to be like you)

[personal profile] chickscream 2015-03-11 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Cybertron, or so I'm told." Also, wow, way to be rude and ignore Slipstream's question. "Are you new too? By the Allspark, I'm turning into a regular welcoming committee." Seriously, at least half the people she's talked to are fresh out of whatever transdimentional flux brings them all here.

"Do you want me to show you the sights? Talk up how great and peaceful the planet is? It's definitely great for flying, there's almost no one else in the skies..."
wimbles: (pchooooo)

[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-11 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Windblade is getting more and more confused, and more and more concerned, by the minute. There's definitely more to this situation... than there appeared to be at a cursory examination.

"New...? I don't – what's going on here? I know I'm on Cybertron, but where is this?"
chickscream: (where is everybody?)

[personal profile] chickscream 2015-03-11 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
If Slipstream had been in her robot mode, she would've blinked in incomprehension; as it was, it took her a long moment, and then she said "Ah!" in revelation.

"You mean what city? I have no idea. Huh." She flips upside-down, and considers the city below them. "No one's ever told me the name, if anyone knows it. And I haven't gone up into orbit to see where it is on the surface..."

Not that it would have meant anything to Slipstream if she had, with only Starscream's old and many-times-split memories to call on.

Righting herself, she continues, slowly, "And by new... you do know you're not on your Cybertron, right?"
wimbles: (pchooooo)

[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-11 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
"... That explains a lot," says Windblade, after a moment to gather her thoughts. "So this is some kind of... duplicate? And you're not from here either."
chickscream: (but for all I aspire)

[personal profile] chickscream 2015-03-11 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Or something like that," Slipstream agrees. "And I've lived my entire life on a different planet. Even if it was the Cybertron from my universe, I probably wouldn't recognize it."

She rolls a little, and wiggles her wingflaps, and suggests, surprisingly helpfully, "There might be someone around you know, though, who can get you caught up better."
wimbles: (pchooooo)

[personal profile] wimbles 2015-03-11 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
She's a little surprised to hear that, but perhaps not as surprised as Slipstream might be used to. "I'm not from Cybertron either... I suppose that's why I didn't notice. How many people are there, here?"
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[personal profile] ancillary 2015-03-11 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Your design is certainly complicated," Miranda concedes, "And if you have at your disposal any other word that describes the antithesis to organic life I'm all ears." Miranda add with a curl to her upper lip.

With a clench to her fist the barrier flickers and drops with blue vapor trails cascading down her shoulders before disappearing entirely. There was some small degree of latitude offered Cyclonus in that gesture that she would give him the benefit of the doubt that he wasn't going to open fire.

"Stating the obvious that these buildings are built with inhabitants such as yourself in mind I imagine you can shed some light on the situation. Or maybe you're as confused as I am as to why it's all but a ghost town?"

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