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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] smarterthandad 2015-01-03 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
More like Brainstorm, to be honest, at least in terms of the bad idea to ethical restraint ratio.

"Valeria Richards." He was too far away for a handshake, and the hands in question were bigger than she was, anyway, so she didn't offer. "To get a few of the questions out of the way, yes, I'm human. I'm three years old, which I can give to you in terms of universal constants if you prefer. No, Cybertronians haven't visited Earth in my home universe, and correspondingly, no, I'm neither afraid of nor carrying a grudge against your species. Yes, I'm calm about all this, and no, it's not my first time on another planet or in another universe."

She paused for a moment, then nodded. "I think that covers it."
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2015-01-03 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet stares for a few seconds, before the corner of one mouth pulls up a little and he sits down next to her--carefully!--at the edge of the fountain.

"Concise," he says, appreciatively. "Though, I'll confess, this looks sort of like my home planet--it feels like my home planet, if that makes any sense--but I don't recognize any geographical landmarks here and all of these structures are completely unfamiliar. I think we might be somewhere entirely new."
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[personal profile] smarterthandad 2015-01-03 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"People I've talked to seem to be operating under the assumption that it is Cybertron...and it probably is, just not your Cybertron. The multiverse is infinite." Val shrugged. You got used to this kind of thing after enough alternate universe duplicates of people you knew showed up.

"What was that about a feeling, though? The idiot with the swords thinks we're here for some vague spiritual reason he can't actually define." She looks up at Ratchet, squinting in suspicion. They'd better not be a species full of hippies.
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2015-01-03 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet's optics widen, and he vents out a very unkind laugh, baring his teeth a little.

"I take it that Drift is here," Ratchet says, his voice amused. "No, it's more the layout of the place and the way the planet looks--I don't see any specific familiar landmarks, but it seems to be made of the same stuff in similar configurations, and planets that support mechanoid life like Cybertron does are rare. You don't find energon deposits like the one outside the city just laying around."
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[personal profile] smarterthandad 2015-01-03 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, him." Nice enough, Val supposed, but what a flake.

"Hmm. What's energon?" she asked, unlocking her tablet screen in preparation for more note-taking. It sure sounded like an energy source, but nomenclature wasn't always dependable. This guy didn't look anything like a wrench, for example.
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2015-01-03 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
If Val only knew.

"It's what we use for fuel," Ratchet says, watching her take notes with interest. "We need it to survive, and it isn't really naturally occurring too many places."

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[personal profile] smarterthandad 2015-01-03 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, right. Surviving. Val scribbled a few notes about energon (her handwriting was bad, but the tablet immediately converted it to text) and looked up at Ratchet again, her mouth pressed into a line.

"Yeaaaaaaaah, speaking of which, that might end up being a problem. I'll brave the possibility of some heavy metal toxicity from the water, 'cause dehydration's a lousy way to go, but the only thing that looks remotely edible for humans is those weird metallic plants, and I am not going to stick random alien flora in my mouth without testing it first."
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2015-01-03 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're cleverer than most humans I've met, in that case," Ratchet says, though the dryness in his voice is mostly good-humored. He checks the scanners he has on his person, frowning thoughtfully.

"...if I gave you a complete chemical makeup of everything that was in the water and the fruit, would you be able to tell if it was going to make you randomly drop dead?"
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[personal profile] smarterthandad 2015-01-03 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm cleverer than every human you've met." That was also dry, but in the way statements of fact were dry. In a universe where Earth had produced transcendent supergeniuses able to leapfrog centuries of technological development in a few years, Val was the smartest human ever to live, and moreover, she knew it.

"Not if it's just a list of relative concentrations of elements, but if you can give me the actual molecular structure? Biochem's not my strongest area, but yeah, I should be able to spot any toxins."
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2015-01-04 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"I certainly think you're differently clever than any human I've met," Ratchet says, watching her thoughtfully. "Give me a bit to see if I can adjust any scanning equipment I have on me and I'll see what I can do."
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[personal profile] smarterthandad 2015-01-04 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Eyeroll. Yes, yes, everyone was special in their own way, but most of them were really dumb, too. (Val might be immensely smart and unfailingly pragmatic, but she was still three and consequently a brat.)

"Great, thanks. I wasn't looking forward to having to reverse-engineer your tech to figure out potential toxicity while starving." Not that she couldn't have done it, mind. But it was nice of him to spare her the ordeal.
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2015-01-18 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
"You're quite welcome," Ratchet says dryly, then looks at her, considering. "Do you have everything else you need, otherwise?"
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[personal profile] smarterthandad 2015-01-18 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Unless the air's going to spontaneously become unbreathable, I'm good." She glanced around the forum. "Speaking of which, I'm surprised it's not already. Humans don't have a wide tolerance for that kind of thing and atmospheres with this much free oxygen are rare."
Edited 2015-01-18 01:00 (UTC)