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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: (Very unsure)

Re: The City

[personal profile] gimmicky 2014-12-21 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
You need people first to have a medical base, Red Alert, unless you want to give Robot CPR to the ground. Thankfully, there's one right here, wandering around the same streets she is, the confused but...oddly enough chill look on his face rather apparent. When he sees her, though, there's a flash of a smile.

Okay, so he didn't know who she was, or why she looked so...streamlined? (You don't have much kibble, Red Alert), but who was he to judge?

"Hey!"

Don't mind if he jogs over, his visor glowing a little bit brighter, with hope.

"So I'm not the only one wandering around here. And to think Bluestreak dumped me off on this planet..."

Still a possibility, but less of one.
whatbedsidemanners: (don't mess with me)

[personal profile] whatbedsidemanners 2014-12-21 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, she had managed a whole, grand, and strangely peaceful, hour before someone decided they wanted to talk to her. She gives him a cool look, but doesn't immediately reject his existence. As far as she's concerned, they're off to a really great start.

There's a pause before she responds. "Whoever this "Bluestreak" is, I don't believe they're the cause of our presence here. How long have you been here? Do you feel any different than you did before?" She didn't wait for him to answer the question, instead choosing to march up to him and raise her transfer interlink apparatus to do a quick scan of his body. Her frown became more pronounced as she looked at the results.

"Hmm."
gimmicky: (Geez! What was that for?)

[personal profile] gimmicky 2014-12-21 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
It's about average on Trailbreaker's end too. Whoever doesn't refer to him as 'forcefield guy' is immediately okay in his book. His...standards are pretty low.

But when she begins her little checkup, he instinctively holds still. Usually they asked you before they started but...guess she was just eager to get a move on with it. "Uh. I feel the same? T-Cog's working..."

Give him a moment as he tests his arms and legs, flicking his forcefields a moment.

"Everything looks good. First Aid usually does a top notch job."
whatbedsidemanners: (Not impressed)

[personal profile] whatbedsidemanners 2014-12-26 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
He was sort of healthy. In that he's not immediately dying, which she supposes is a good thing. She does scowl disapprovingly at the evidence of years and years of high grade abuse, but doesn't remark upon it. There's more important things to be doing at the moment. She has no frame of reference, but she can only assume that coming here hasn't had any more effect on him than it did her.

Now that they've got that out of the way, she decides to finally do introductions.

"I am Medical Officer Red Alert. You are?" Her voice is as frosty as ever, despite her half-hearted attempt to appear not-so-frosty.
Edited 2014-12-26 00:27 (UTC)
gimmicky: (Geez! What was that for?)

[personal profile] gimmicky 2014-12-26 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, it's necessary high grade abuse. It's a quick and efficient way to get his fuel fired up. And when your hands generate more energy than an average Cybertronian, it's going to be used up fast.

Granted there's more healthier ways around it...but this one had the bonus of masking his insecurities for another day.

When she's had her fill of check-ups, he takes a step back, to give them both some space.

"Red Alert?"

The name comes out rather...surprisingly. "Red Alert isn't a medic--I mean, You aren't a medi--Are you sure you're Red Alert?"

Just checking, honestly. He means no offense.
whatbedsidemanners: (Default)

[personal profile] whatbedsidemanners 2014-12-29 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm very sure that my name is Red Alert."

It's very clear that she doesn't appreciate the implication that she isn't who she says she is. She even considers doing another scan. On his brain this time.

"It's common courtesy to introduce yourself in turn."
gimmicky: (I'll escort myself to the brig)

[personal profile] gimmicky 2014-12-30 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry. Just...I know a guy back home who...goes by that same name. Definitely not a medic. I think he'd pass out from holding medical tools alone."

...

"It's also common courtesy to ask before invading privacy, you seem kind of selective on that."

It comes out as a grumble, as he straightens up. Even after that, being rude is something he likes to avoid if possible. "But it's Trailcutter. Or Trailbreaker. Whichever flows best with you."