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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...
quantumechanic: (give it back u jerk)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-13 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry to break it to you, Rex, but by her species' standards, Nautica was neither big nor heavily armored.

"Hey, buddy." Nautica scowled at having a gun leveled on her and planted her hands on her hips in an extremely unthreatening pose, unless Rex was by chance frightened of being scolded by nerds. "Sorry I startled you, but going around pointing guns at people is not going to make you any friends." Really, how antisocial could you get?
501st: (Can you hear me now?)

[personal profile] 501st 2015-01-13 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Okay his usual droids are about his height so we're going with big and bulky on this one. Her attitude was something new, although it doesn't change his position.

"Alright, if you want to be friends, you'll tell me what this place is...and how far it is from Umbara."

She was civil, though, so the edge in his voice is dropped significantly.

"You're not like any droid I've ever seen."
quantumechanic: (allow me to explain)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-13 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, hey, a request for information. (No, Nautica, it was a demand.) That, she could work with, and her hackles immediately went down, the gun pointing at her face all but forgotten.

"This is Cybertron--yeah, I know, it doesn't look right, but I promise you, all my scans confirm it." She flipped open the panel on her wrench to support her contention with data if he asked. "I'm afraid I don't know where Umbara is, so I can't give you those numbers, and I'm not familiar with the term 'droid,' so you're going to have to clarify."

Was it some kind of derogatory non-aligned term for Autobots? She hoped not.
Edited 2015-01-13 02:35 (UTC)
501st: (At attention sir.)

[personal profile] 501st 2015-01-15 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cybertron..."

The gun lowers itself immediately, his head tilting slightly as if Nautica were speaking another language. "What part of the galaxy we talkin? Outer Rim? Gotta be...no way a planet would go this unnoticed..."

...

And the ask for clarification earns even more strange body language. Congrats, Nautica, you're an anomaly.

"Well uh...that's what you are. Mechanical bein'."
quantumechanic: (yeah so this is drift's hippie crap)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-16 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Cybertron isn't what I'd call remote..." Wait, he should know that. Nautica squinted down at Rex, then got a look of incredulity when he started talking about 'mechanical beings.' "Wait a minute, are you saying--" She poked at her already-deployed wrench, then blinked at the results. "You're organic!"

Nautica immediately dropped to her knees in front of him to get a better look, her heads-up display springing into being in front of her eyes. "You're so little. Are you a juvenile?"
501st: (Can you hear me now?)

[personal profile] 501st 2015-01-18 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
The moment she says that, he takes a look around, head cocked to the side as if wondering where the population is if it's not 'remote'. Maybe he's just not seeing it...for some reason. No signs of life anywhere, from his judgement.

But the exclamation snaps him back to attention, head reeling back a moment. "Human. The word's human."

Althought that's suddenly a huge robot kneeling down before him, looking at him like one would an ant in front of magnifying glass. "I...WHAT? Did you just call me a child?"

WELL HE NEVER.

"I am Captain of the Clone Army of the Galactic Republic!"

And he is five years old!!
quantumechanic: (my wrench says 'techobabble advisory')

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-18 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, look, organics in her continuity dwarfed Ultra Magnus and he was just unreasonably large to begin with. Why did they even bother with the square-cube law I mean seriously.

"The Galactic...Republic?" She'd heard of the Galactic Council (apparently they were jerks) but not any Republic. "You are definitely a long way from home."

Granted, so was she, but at least this was her ancestral homeworld, or a version of it anyway, and she'd evolved to live here. He was going to have a hard time if this was the biggest he was going to get. And could organics even use energon? Probably not, since it tended to react with carbon compounds, and that was what 'organic' meant in the first place....

Lost in her thoughts about the care and feeding of organics, Nautica had gone glassy-eyed and was staring right through Rex.
501st: (Ready for orders)

[personal profile] 501st 2015-01-21 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Well not the ones from your Earth CHECK YOUR PRIVILEDGE NAUTICA.

"You can say that again." He had a feeling that wherever he was...it certainly wasn't within the Inner Rim. And possibly not even the outer. That complicates things. "Well, long way or not, I'm not gettin' ANYWHERE without a transport. Which leads us back to square one."

His hand makes a 'chop' motion into his palm.

"Transport. Any of 'em nearby? Off-world transport at that."

Nautica? Hello? you listening?
quantumechanic: ('team rodimus' is not a real job)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-21 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
Not really listening, nope. At least she did tune back in soon enough to catch that he wanted a ship. So did she, little buddy.

"Hmm? Oh. If there are any functioning ships, I haven't seen them. Or heard them." She tapped the side of her helm where the antenna connected. "I haven't run into anyone with a launch-capable altmode, either."

Because he was totally going to know what an altmode was, Nautica.
501st: (Using my comm link)

[personal profile] 501st 2015-01-26 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Nautica, you might as well be speaking gibberish to him. His arms fold as he listens, leaning on one leg.

"No ships, no civilization from the looks of it. Just you and me."

That's...comforting.

"Alt mode. Care to share what that is?"
quantumechanic: (you can't cross a vector and a scalar!)

i didn't even icon the one whole panel with her altmode in it

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-26 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
Who didn't know what an altmode was, gosh.

Oh, right. Organics, probably.

"Cybertronians are shape-changers," she said with a smile. "We have alternate forms we can take at will. Here, I'll show you."

Nautica got to her feet, taking a few long steps back so she had room to change--and then did so, the unmistakable sound of a t-cog in good repair filling the quiet air of the crater as the purple robot was replaced by a purple submarine.

"Not the greatest altmode for this environment, I'll give you that," said the sub, cheerfully.