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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] 501st 2015-01-15 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
There was in fact someone there, someone who' taken notice of Lock-On the moment she was within range. Granted her size made that relatively easy. She had at least 15 feet on Rex. But that didn't mean he wasn't prepared, slowly strafing around a rock as she walks, blasters out of their holsters and in his hands.

Just in case things got messy.

He inches closer, trying not to make any noise--when she calls out. She didn't SEEM menacing...but...

"Never seen a droid that size before..."
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[personal profile] targetlocked 2015-01-18 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Lock-On doesn't notice Rex until he responds to her greeting – too small, too quiet. She wasn't looking for him, either, but her attention is fully on him now. He immediately stands out from the other humans she's met, in that he is armed and armored. Though she isn't threatened by them, Lock-On isn't interested in giving Rex cause to use those weapons.

"Oh! Excuse me; I did not see you there." She maneuvers herself around so that she is properly facing Rex. "To be honest, I am unfamiliar with the term you used to describe me. I hope it is nothing unpleasant."
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[personal profile] 501st 2015-01-26 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
The polite demeanor is enough to lower the weapons, if only for a moment. Droids usually didn't use manners like that unless they were protocol--not even the astromechs (those were worse than battle droids sometimes.)

And her reaction to the term...that only confused him more. His guns turn sideways a moment, as if 'shrugging' with them. "Well...it's what you are, right? Mechanical bein', made in a factory. You're pretty big for one, but...I guess bigger's always better."

He notices the treads on her, though, wondering if she could roll up like a destroyer droid. But bigger.

"I'm not here to cause trouble, and if you're with Grevious..."