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robot satan ([personal profile] robotsatan) wrote in [community profile] robothell2014-12-19 11:20 pm

[ INTRO LOG ]

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...
kaijugrrroupie: (smile; talking; im so pleased with mysel)

[personal profile] kaijugrrroupie 2015-03-11 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
He visibly relaxes when she transforms--which in itself is kind of weird, since a tank just transformed into a giant robot on an alien planet that he's been abandoned on but everything is relative right now--and he cranes his head a little as she folds out. Talking to faces instead of canons is definitely better.

"Yeah, a little. Everything on this planet is out to make me feel like a bug, seriously," he huffs, eying her. "Thanks for uh, y'know. Not shooting me."
targetlocked: (robot form)

[personal profile] targetlocked 2015-03-12 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"You are welcome," says Lock-On. "Thank you for notifying me of my social misstep. I have not spoken to another living being in...quite some time." Let's not dwell too much on that, though, hahaaa.

Now that this misunderstanding has been rectified, it becomes even more apparent to Lock-On that she doesn't know very much about this organic, or vice versa. Best to start with the basics. "You may call me Lock-On. What would you like me to call you?"
kaijugrrroupie: (tats; oh this little kaiju?)

[personal profile] kaijugrrroupie 2015-03-12 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
"How long is 'some time'? Because last I checked, this planet is sort of crawling with giant robots. Who almost keep stepping on me," he laughs nervously, but the tension is definitely shifting away from fight or flight tactics. The cybertronian seems to be amicable in any case, which he's grateful for--meeting a robot who wants to kill all humans isn't high on his top ten cybertronian tour list.

"I'm Newt. Newt Geiszler. Nice to meet you, uh, Lock-On."
targetlocked: (robot form)

[personal profile] targetlocked 2015-03-16 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is nice to meet you too, Newt. I have not met many people yet, aside from you, but you are right. There seem to be other Cybertronians here, and I think we have all arrived at around the same time."

"The question I have," Lock-On says, sitting down so that she is no longer completely towering over Newt, "is what are you?" She hasn't seen any beings like Newt before – or really, many beings who are not Cybertronians – so she's curious.
kaijugrrroupie: (oh brilliant!; why didnt i think of that)

[personal profile] kaijugrrroupie 2015-03-23 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Newt backs up a little as she sits, unsure if he needed to move to give her the space. He's grateful for the move, it's hard to not feel threatened when something is just towering over you like a kid with ants.

He raises his eyebrows, blinking a little, before looking down at himself to make sure he was still him.

"Last I checked, I was human. Apparently theres a little colony of us on this place now or something."