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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] whatbedsidemanners 2014-12-29 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
This miner gets a cold, calculated look as he approaches her. In her world, a big mech with red eyes is almost always a Decepticon. Having a Decepticon run at you is always alarming, and she considers transforming and fleeing in the opposite direction. Something in the miner's face makes her stop though, and she decides to hear what his problem was. If she didn't like it, she could still run away.

"Yes."

Her tone is frostier than an ice age, and her optics narrow suspiciously. "If you're injured Decepticon, then you'll have to look elsewhere."
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[personal profile] aminerproblem 2014-12-30 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
It was impossible to not let a little bitterness bleed through in his expression. Given that the Decepticons weren't even a completely formed faction back in his time, that certainly was a set of assumptions this doctor just made on his appearance alone.

"It's not for me," he replies, swallowing some of the anger,"It's for someone who can barely recognize his surroundings because of the pain dampeners in his system. Is that too threatening for you?"
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[personal profile] whatbedsidemanners 2014-12-30 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
It was, actually. She's feeling less and less inclined to go with this mech the more he talks. However, it feels way too obvious to be a trap. Is she willing to risk it? Maybe.

"Watch your tone."

She says coldly.

"I will look at him. Lead the way." She tells herself that that's all she plans to do. As if she'd heal a Decepticon.
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[personal profile] aminerproblem 2014-12-30 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing about this Autobot doctor is making him want to ease off. It certainly wasn't the first time he'd received an order like that.

But given she was the only one around with the skills needed (that he knew of), and she agreed to help, he steps back to give her more space, and waits for the sentiment to pass.

"He's by the edge of the city."

The biting edge is absent from his tone, and he shifts into his vehicle mode, expecting her to follow suite.
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[personal profile] whatbedsidemanners 2015-01-03 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
She sighs and transforms also. From there she follows behind, but not too close. If this went sour she wanted a good chance at escaping. This Decepticon was large, and she had no delusions of her survival odds if he were to suddenly turn on her.

"How was he injured. Do you know?"

Might as well get some useful information out of him while they were driving. It's either that or that cold and slightly hostile silence.
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[personal profile] aminerproblem 2015-01-04 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
For what it was worth, he didn't seem bothered by the icy silence for the duration that it lasted.

"The wounds are from some sort of gun. From a battle, I assume."

He trudges on ahead, treads making easy work of the debris on the ground as he lead her farther away from the city and closer to the outskirts. She'd likely be able to easily outrun any danger in vehicle mode. Mining vehicles were meant for power, not speed.

He pauses to turn towards a particular decrepit wall of what used to be a building.