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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] officerjuicebox 2014-12-22 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Space ship?"

How-- There hadn't been any ships in the vicinity, had there? Unless something in the sky happened to smash into the building, and then... made the crater. It might explain why the other guy looked so beat up.

"Roller," he answers after a moment. "And, yeah, sure. I think there's a clinic up the..." And then his voice trails off, when he looks up, realizing...

There is no more street.

"Never mind."
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[personal profile] warcorrespondent 2014-12-22 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Aftermath follows Roller's line of sight up to... more crater. He turns back with a somewhat concerned look.

"I... don't believe we're anywhere familiar to either of us anymore, Roller," he says somewhat solemnly.

"The star maps I have for Cybertron match up, but I don't recognize this skyline, or this architecture. Last I heard, Cybertron was covered in some kind of techno organic wilds, but this... weed here doesn't really fit the description," he gestures to said strange plants. "It's all... very strange."
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[personal profile] officerjuicebox 2014-12-23 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah... I'm starting to get that feeling too," he answers, frowning out over the landscape.

Where are they? There isn't even any debris to resemble the office building. Or a space ship. Nothing. He blinks, though, turning to the stranger.

"Techno what? Where did you hear that?"
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[personal profile] warcorrespondent 2014-12-23 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
"You didn't get the message?" Aftermath tilts his head curiously. "Cybertron called out to us, sent us a message to return home. I did not heed it myself, but some of my contacts did. The news they relayed to me was... unexpected."

Shifting his weight onto his good knee for the time being, the grey mech pulls out a datapad, flips it on and searches through it for some of the images that had been transmitted to him. He gestures at Roller to come closer once he finds them, tilting the screen to show photos of a very alien looking Cybertron.

"Four million years of war and suddenly this. No one knows why or how, but we know the wilds don't particularly like people."