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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...
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[personal profile] warcorrespondent 2014-12-27 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Being pat like he was some kind of tame beast has Aftermath biting back a growl. No, he was a traitor put back into his place and it was in his best interest to let Tarn keep thinking that. Pride had no place in survival and it was not the first time he's had to cater to sadists.

He lets the spite drive him however, pushing himself up obediently onto two feet again. The paining knee and dizzying, spark-deep ache were easier to ignore when he had hatred to cling onto.

"I will not disappoint you," Aftermath manages through the static. And perhaps the old mech let his hate drive him just a little too much because the salute he executes was absolutely flawless despite his current state.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2014-12-28 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn chuckles to himself as the old truck collects himself enough to salute. A bit impressive given his physical state. Really, such a shame indeed.

"You better not. As I have said, I do hate being disappointed." He turns to walk away before pausing to glance back over his shoulder. "Oh, and Aftermath, if you happen to see the rest of my team, do send them my way won't you?" His voice is a gentle purr, as if he hadn't been threatening him mere seconds before.

And with that he transforms, armor plates sliding into place in a euphoric rush, and off he goes, leaving Aftermath behind in a cloud of dust.
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[personal profile] warcorrespondent 2014-12-28 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Silently bearing the indignity of having dust kicked into his face, Aftermath ex-vents quietly.

Welp, now that that misery was over with, might as well get back to business as usual.

He cracks his knuckles and sizes up the crater walls. This was going to hurt.