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robothell2014-12-19 11:20 pm
robotsatan) wrote in 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...
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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Sixshot slows to a halt a good distance away, watching Kagerou, silent and indecisive. The closest thing he's experienced to this was finding the occasional straggler Decepticon or Decepticon team from Phase Five or Four and directing them out of harm's way.
Because that's what Sixshot was in the end. Harm. Death. Destruction. Wherever he went, he brought worlds to their ends. Should command find him again, this world, too, could be seeing its apocalypse soon.
"... You need to be somewhere safe."
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It comes out before he can stop it. The words torn out like thorns from a wound. He's standing on the ground, his arms folded around himself. He doesn't know how to explain it. Just that...
"He isn't here. You... you're like him. Sort of. It... feels safer."
Being with someone who looked even remotely familiar felt safer. By a long shot.
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Sixshot takes a step closer. And then another, walking up to the lost, alien youngster until he was looming over Kagerou again. He rears up, the sound of transformation ringing out through the empty buildings.
The mech that replaced the dog was significantly smaller, a head shorter than Megatron, most of the mass shifted into subspace.
"I don't make people safe. You need to go."
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But...
But he'd been hoping --
He kneels where he was standing, looking away. Where else is he supposed to go? What does he do? He can't ask it.
So he stays there. Not following.
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Nothing for it then.
Bending down, he reaches out to grab Kagerou under his shoulders and makes to pick him up.
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He jerks in surprise, struggling faintly, before staring up at the big robot in stunned silence.
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There.
With a rather grumpy sounding ex-vent, Sixshot turns back to the task of finding someone to look out for the handful of trouble he'd managed to find for himself.
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His legs just sort of dangle, and he clings onto the big hands holding him.
Well.
This got. Awkward.
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He could smell Ratchet, the heavy duty sterilizers that clung to him with the warm, cloy under notes of energon. Optimus Prime, the oddly fading scent of a million battles. Bumblebee, although the Earthen overtones of his scent had changed drastically.
How strange.
In the end, he doesn't follow any of them. They come upon someone else earlier. He spots the glimpse of a red badge, the typical bright primary colors that Autobots often donned.
"That mech over there," he says to Kagerou, gently setting the flier down and pointing to the stranger. "Go to him. He will help. Or at least direct you to a place you can find some."
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He's given a command.
For a few beats, he just looks up. Watching him. His wings sag. But... in the end...
He slinks into the foliage. Silently.
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Turning, the Phase Sixer transforms and walks away-