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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] targetlocked 2015-01-19 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry, Tarn, you're shit outta luck there.

Spurred on by the apparent reduction of danger, Lock-On follows him without a moment's hesitation. "Do you want to talk about it?" He seems like he needs to talk about it, what with all of this aggression and weapon-pointing. Nothing good ever comes out of bottling up emotions.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2015-01-20 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn rolls on slightly faster. God, what is wrong with these Autobots. He's Tarn. Leader of the Decepticon Justice Division. What part of that would make an Autobot wish to pursue him.

"No, I really don't." He growls back at her, his frame creaking with stress
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[personal profile] targetlocked 2015-01-24 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
A big part of why Lock-On insists on interacting with Tarn is that she doesn't really know who he is. That's what happens when you don't actually do any real fighting or spacefaring: you miss out on the info about who all of the latest mass-murdering pieces of garbage are.

"If you say so," Lock-On replies. His loss, but she can respect it. "You can call me Lock-On. What should I call you?"
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2015-01-26 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Tarn continues to roll at a relatively fast clip. He probably should just ignore her until she gets bored of harassing him and leaves, but he is too keyed up at this point to make any logical decisions. Which explains why he actually answers.

"I am Tarn." he mutters at her. "Leader of the Decepticon Justice Division and Megatron's biggest mistake, apparently."

Well that came out of nowhere.