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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...
gimmicky: (Gonna do something stupid)

[personal profile] gimmicky 2015-01-06 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Heh, funny. I was the exact opposite. Guess I just needed the incentive."

He instinctively rubs the back of his head, where Megatron had slapped him. Funny, he was adjusting better than he ever expected himself to.

Just think of what he could do now!

"Mind showing me, sometime?"
quantumechanic: (you can't cross a vector and a scalar!)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-06 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Given Nautica's predilections that almost qualified as asking her on a date.

"If we can find a library around here, I'll give you a few recommendations, sure." She smiled the particular eager smile that only came when she was talking about her interests.

You better really like reading, Teebs.
gimmicky: (I want to punch it)

[personal profile] gimmicky 2015-01-06 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Who knows? I bet there's one in the rubble somewhere. If it's anything like how OUR Cybertron was."

Granted only higher castes could access them...but that didn't matter when everyone was dead, did it?


And he can see it now, himself reading books way too advanced for him but not wanting to let her down. Oooooh boy.
quantumechanic: (yeah so this is drift's hippie crap)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-06 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
If Nautica ever found out that information was restricted by class, that would horrify her more than a four million year war. Her priorities might have been a bit...academic.

"It might tell us what happened, too. Archived news reports and that kind of thing."
gimmicky: (Very unsure)

[personal profile] gimmicky 2015-01-07 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
HAHA yeah Nautica, don't even get him started on the things he COULDN'T access without being under Shockwave's care.

"Think we should seek one out? I mean, unless you've got other plans."
quantumechanic: (that is messed up)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-08 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
DEATH TO THE SENATE /kicks Proteus in the shins

"I was going to see about trying to get ho--" Home was currently chopped in two, empty, and leaking quantum foam everywhere. "--you know, I guess it couldn't hurt."

Nautica: definitely in the running for this year's Can't Hide Anything awards.
gimmicky: (Gonna do something stupid)

[personal profile] gimmicky 2015-01-09 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey--"

A hand goes to her shoulder, leaning over a bit to smile. He's not usually one to enable (he's usually the enabled) but he's got an idea.

"Maybe we'll find some schematics for a ship or something."
quantumechanic: (you'd be smug if you were this hot)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-12 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Trailcutter, do you have any idea what's involved in building a ship?" Nautica asked with a half-smile. That was not a remotely practical plan. Still, she laid her hand over his. He shouldn't feel bad about his silly idea.

The fact that he was trying to cheer her up: missed completely.
Edited 2015-01-12 01:07 (UTC)
gimmicky: (Sorry I'm such garbage)

[personal profile] gimmicky 2015-01-12 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
At the question, he shies away a bit, index finger going up to circle the palm where the forcefield emitted itself. A nervous habit, and one he really wished he could break.

"Sorry."

There's a sort of tiredness coupled with that, as if it's an answer to a great many questions. He couldn't blame Nautica, she was WAY more advanced with this stuff than he was. Way more advanced in a lot of ways.

"But uh...that's what libraries are for, right?"
quantumechanic: (why is everything horrible)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-12 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry about what?"

He hadn't done anything to apologize for, and Nautica he looked up at him in genuine confusion. She knew she missed things a lot of the time--people were hard to read, unlike books--but this wasn't one of those times.

Unless it was? It had been happening much more often since they'd arrived on Cybertron. Reading up on the war had not prepared her for dealing with the people who'd fought it.
gimmicky: (Please Explain)

[personal profile] gimmicky 2015-01-13 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, nothing. Just...seemed like the right thing to say."

His problems weren't Nautica's anyway. And it was too trivial to start. "First things first. Let's get out of this crater. Spaceship or not we're not doing any thing just standing here."

There's a little smile, as he starts to walk.

"You coming?"
quantumechanic: (oh of course it's another dead guy)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-17 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Even Nautica could take a hint as obvious as that subject change, and she bit back the urge to press Trailcutter on the matter as she hurried to catch up with his longer strides.

"There's a big energon deposit, did you see?"
gimmicky: (Nice Gunlegs)

[personal profile] gimmicky 2015-01-18 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah! I mean, if anything, we don't have to worry about going thirsty, sober or not."

One good thing about this situation at least.

"The plants, though...they're not exactly...native"

Not that he knows, anyway, and he's been around awhile.