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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] sparkwhisperer 2015-01-14 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes brightening in barely contained glee. This is an excellent sign. Perhaps he can make a Decepticon of her yet.

"It is quite possible. Hearing Megatron's speeches from the beginning of the war made followers of many. With such a just cause I have a hard time believing you would be content to stand idly by." Tarn hasn't quite grasped the fact that stroking Nautica's nearly non-existant ego will get him no where. He's trying god damn it. He catches her in a level stare.

"Or so i would like to think."
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[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-14 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
Nautica's contemplative stare gave way to a sheepish expression when Tarn's focus shifted from her arguments to her. She could be a conduit for science or philosophy without a wobble, but when something became personal, she didn't know how to react. Ideas might be complicated and thorny, but they never caught at her the way compliments did.

"That's kind of you to say," she managed at last, too flustered to notice the incongruousness of thanking him for what amounted to assuring her she'd be a good murderer. "But I'm not sure I'd make much of a revolutionary."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2015-01-17 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Tarn waves her off, chuckling lightly. He lets the warm timbre in his voice wash over her, taking her firmly in hand.

"Nonsense, I'm sure if you were faced with the decision you would find it easy to join the fight. Anger can drive you to great heights that you can seldom imagine possible."

He stands, offering his hand in a show of friendship. "Perhaps you will find yourself reevaluating your position when faced with the challenges that so often come in life. One can never quite know for certain what life has in store for them."
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[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-01-18 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Well. That was certainly. Very nice.

Without knowing about Tarn's vocalizer modifications, Nautica couldn't figure out why she suddenly wanted him to keep talking all day--it didn't have to be about anything in particular, either--nor was she inclined to disagree with him. The urge to have a philosophical discussion about the uses of anger, or even to mention that she didn't really get angry much at all washed away in a surge of almost palpable warmth spreading from her spark and down to the tips of her fingers.

"I. Uh." Nautica stood when he did, accepting his handshake without hesitation. She didn't think she was ever going to trade out badges, appealingly purple though the Decepticon one might be, but she also would have agreed to practically anything Tarn proposed at this point, as long as he proposed it in the tone he'd been using, and she didn't even attempt to correct him. "You're very right on that one."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2015-01-19 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, of Course." He smiles, optics, dimming slightly. He claps a hand on her shoulder, squeezing ever so gently. "Keep that in mind, if you will, during your journeys here and I think you will be surprised by what you are capable of. Don't ever sell yourself short." He takes a step back, glancing around the empty crater.

"It was a nice talk that we were able to have. As I said, it has been some time since I have had the pleasure of having such a conversation. Perhaps we will meet again, but I'm afraid I should move on and continue looking for my teammates."