[ INTRO LOG ]

[robotsatan]

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 no one in sight -- right at first, anyway -- 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.

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, with the bits and pieces left behind and a few determined minds, it wouldn't be too hard to build a working, if rudimentary, one...

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it cant get any CRATER THAN THIS AYYY

[staygoldponybot]

"--oing Apex."

...Except, evidently not. Sentinel stumbles slightly from the shock of suddenly not being in Kaon anymore. So much, in fact, the massive mech almost walks backwards over a raised crack, something which would've caused him to fall on his ass and be GODDAMN EMBARRASSING.

"Prowl? Hound, come in. Answer."

He's not panicked. This situation has pissed him off, if anything. It's an effort to not let his anger get the better of him - instead deciding for some reason blasting a nearby rock to pieces was a better idea than screaming obscenities. Welp. Time to explore, he guesses. Giant golden shitlord with the perpetual scowl and armed to the robot tits stomping along, you can't miss him!

BEST FRIENDS FOREVER

[luckyfaceplate]

You're right. It's hard to miss a giant golden shitlord stomping around like he owns the place. And if no one was going to tell him otherwise, he might just make that reality. The moment Optimus sees him, his optics narrow. Sentinel Prime, the one who was rumored to be behind Nominus's death. The one who sent him to the outskirts of Cybertron for stealing the Matrix.

The list could go on with how many things Sentinel had destroyed in front of Optimus's eyes.

He's not afraid to approach him, hands curled into fists just in case Sentinel's not up for talking.

"I'm afraid they won't answer to you, Sentinel."

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[staygoldponybot]

DELICATE STOMPING, god.

At the voice, Sentinel does, in fact, aim his wrist mounted guns at it's source. Mostly because he's still incredibly tense after having come out of a literal warzone. Fortunately, he notices the Autobrand before who's wearing it and drops it almost instantly. Optimus might notice he didn't power it down, however.

Then the golden shitheel realises just who he's looking at. Sentinel cocks his head, sharkfin swinging to the side, "Orion Pax. You would be so sure?"

[luckyfaceplate]

"I have not picked up on their presence either. And if they are here, there's more important things to worry about."

He walks up, shoulders straight and head held high, as always. Sentinel had never frightened him, even when he was Orion Pax. But now...now there's a bitter tone in that voice, as if every word was dripping with poison.

"And it's Optimus Prime."

[staygoldponybot]

Sentinel is afraid of NO MAN. Or... robot. He keeps his optics on Optimus, never relaxing or letting his guard down for a second.

At his name, though... that gets a skeptical optic squint. "It's a crime to falsely claim Prime status. I'm sure an officer of the law is aware of that."

[luckyfaceplate]

Optimus's audials swivel a fraction, eyes fixating on the other Prime. Intensely.

"I'm well aware of the law, Sentinel. So I will say it again, more clearly."

With that he's slowly stepping closer, unable to separate his gaze now.


"You will call me Optimus Prime."

[staygoldponybot]

Sentinel doesn't flinch, glaring down at Optimus. Who is still being identified as Orion on his HUD. Haha, take that asshole

"And why would I do that." He all but growls out, leaning even closer.

[starscheme]

Starscream is just trying to mind his own damn business for once, that business being scouring the wastelands for any hints of what the blazes is going on here, when... the ground suddenly starts shaking...?

He glances up to see a massive golden monstrosity heading right his way. The rational thing to do would be to fly away, but this is Starscream. He needs to stop to gape and wilt visibly before he can kick himself into flying off with his tail between his legs. Decepticon in the headlights.

HEck

[staygoldponybot]

Sentinel doesn't actually notice Starscream at first, seeing as he's gunmetal grey and this entire shitty crater is also pretty dark. Eventually after a few long, awkward minutes, his scans pick up another unknown life form. Different universe, different life signatures. SPOOKY.

He's the biggest of the big, though, and doesn't have a shred of fear as he directs a headlight and a gun at Starscream's location. This golden shitass then tilts his head, as if daring Starscream to speak.

[starscheme]

Wait, does this monstrosity somehow not see him? Maybe if he holds very very still...

Well fuck there comes the literal headlight. He flinches, optics straining in the light for a second until they adjust, and then laughs nervously, skimming the armor for any sign of some kind of sigil so that he can determine just how afraid he should be of this thing. It has to have one, right? It's only common courtesy, he's still wearing his Decepticon badge, after all.

[staygoldponybot]

Wooow are you in the shitter, Starscream, Sentinel apparently has no visible Autobrand. Probably because he is a gigantic golden monstrosity and assumes everyone knows who he is. Event the most cursory Google search will corroborate this.

"You are not a very good Decepticon," seeing as no immediate attempts on the Prime's life was made and Starscream currently looks like a Chihuahua who's just pissed itself on the rug.

[starscheme]

Okay, so he’s not being fired upon yet. That’s good news. Definitely good news. Now if he can just be on his best behavior and not piss this guy off--

“Not a very good-- Do you know who you are talking to?” He dives to the side out of the spotlight and transforms, zipping around behind Sentinel.

[staygoldponybot]

"I do not know or particularly ca--"

Oh. The skinny little shit is gone. Huh. Well then. He swings around, regardless, following the energy signature. Still not firing, though. If he can avoid it, Sentinel will try to not murder Starscream. Not before questioning him.

[semproteustyrannis]

Sentinel will find a familiar looking jet soar overhead, leaving elegant trails behind as it passed him and banked to turn. He transforms and lands with a practiced grace that should be introduction enough to who decided to bless the ground with his presence.

"Sentinel, what are you doing? There's nothing here in this hole in the ground."

[staygoldponybot]

Holy shit. HOLY SHIT!!! Sentinel actually almost loses his composure for a split second when he sees Proteus. Didn't he Irish step dance on your grave--

The Prime has to stop himself from saying something stupid like 'ZOINKS there's a GHOST!!!'

He can figure this out later, "We're in a warzone, Senator. You should leave."

Okay he's not going to immediately jump to the conclusion of being in ANOTHER UNIVERSE and figures there could still be Decepticons hiding around the place.

[semproteustyrannis]

"This is sadly not Kaon, Sentinel," what he would do to be rid of that rebel-infested pit.

"The city is largely deserted, otherwise I wouldn't be here at all."

Is it possible..

Is it possible Proteus actually did something vaguely useful and surveyed the air?!

[staygoldponybot]

Wow he is more shocked about Proteus doing that than the fact Proteus is somehow alive.

"Good to know," unfortunately, Sentinel's tone betrays how SLIGHTLY skeptical he is about how good Proteus actually is at spotting mechs who don't want to be seen. After a few seconds pause and looking around again, Sentinel finally gives into his curiosity and tilts his head. "You're..."

He gestures with a massive hand uselessly. Sentinel does actually want to know how Proteus is alive again can he have this secret to immortality pls

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[semproteustyrannis]

"I'm what? Lacking a hole in my head?"

Proteus walks up to him, looking like he was ready to snap his fingers and summon fifteen Triorian Guards out of the aether to whisk Sentinel away to his empurata session.

Fortunately, he just gives him the fucking deadliest look of the robot-century.

"No thanks to your 'security forces', who were busy wrestling with pit fighters in the dirt rather than doing their jobs."

bless

[staygoldponybot]

Maybe in any other context, Sentinel would be worried. As it stands, however, he just gets slightly peeved at Proteus still thinking he can be ordered around.

The look has very little effect. He does, however, crouch down to Proteus' level and holds a hand out palm up, for all the good it'll do. Please don't yell he has a headache

"Quite the feat," he really wants to know how but... that's probably something best asked when Proteus isn't about to have a nuclear meltdown. Electing to ignore the comments about his security forces, Sentinel instead decides to MASTERFULLY CHANGE THE SUBJECT. "If you're certain there's no-one around, getting out of this blasted crater is next on the agenda. Any objections?"

Basically, if you have a problem then transform and fuck off again.

wow, what a large shiny shitlord

[system_dp]

The System had come to the quick conclusion that this was not Earth, but it was also not a planet it's database has any information on, so someone observant may have spotted the red and white space jet that is flying low in search of something.

Sadly it found something big, gold and bitchy. As a precaution, the System is landing and transforming behind Sentinel, which is by no means a quiet thing to do, and trying to stealthily observe the Prime.

excuse

[staygoldponybot]

Yeah, no, the second Sentinel hears the transformation he whirls around with an arm raised.

...Well. This is new. He lowers his arm, convinced something so small couldn't be a thread then cocks his head.

???

s'truth

[system_dp]

Oh boy, Sentinel turning around and raising his arm actually gets the System to pull up her own weapon and train it on the Cybertronian. And it's still has the weapon aimed to fire even as the taller machine is looking at it cockheaded.

"... You are not hostile?" The voice is female sounding, as it narrows it's eyes in a sort of confused glare of sorts.

HRNNN

[staygoldponybot]

"If I have no need to be."

He'll be calm and not blow your head off as long as no shots are fired. "State your designation and function."

don't poop yerself gramps

[system_dp]

And the System won't fire unless Sentinel attacks first, thank god for small mercies. It does blink at the question though, wing kibble twitching a bit as though it's deciding on just what to tell the giant thing in front of it.

"... Miria, The Guardian," she answers, giving the nickname the scientists who made her gave her and the title she was giving before her mission that she had finished before ending up here.

HE IS NOT THAT OLD

[staygoldponybot]

"Guardian," Sentinel squints, "Elaborate."

It's too small to be a Primal Vanguard...