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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] staygoldponybot 2014-12-22 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Wow he is more shocked about Proteus doing that than the fact Proteus is somehow alive.

"Good to know," unfortunately, Sentinel's tone betrays how SLIGHTLY skeptical he is about how good Proteus actually is at spotting mechs who don't want to be seen. After a few seconds pause and looking around again, Sentinel finally gives into his curiosity and tilts his head. "You're..."

He gestures with a massive hand uselessly. Sentinel does actually want to know how Proteus is alive again can he have this secret to immortality pls
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[personal profile] semproteustyrannis 2015-01-01 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm what? Lacking a hole in my head?"

Proteus walks up to him, looking like he was ready to snap his fingers and summon fifteen Triorian Guards out of the aether to whisk Sentinel away to his empurata session.

Fortunately, he just gives him the fucking deadliest look of the robot-century.

"No thanks to your 'security forces', who were busy wrestling with pit fighters in the dirt rather than doing their jobs."
Edited 2015-01-01 07:55 (UTC)
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bless

[personal profile] staygoldponybot 2015-01-01 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe in any other context, Sentinel would be worried. As it stands, however, he just gets slightly peeved at Proteus still thinking he can be ordered around.

The look has very little effect. He does, however, crouch down to Proteus' level and holds a hand out palm up, for all the good it'll do. Please don't yell he has a headache

"Quite the feat," he really wants to know how but... that's probably something best asked when Proteus isn't about to have a nuclear meltdown. Electing to ignore the comments about his security forces, Sentinel instead decides to MASTERFULLY CHANGE THE SUBJECT. "If you're certain there's no-one around, getting out of this blasted crater is next on the agenda. Any objections?"

Basically, if you have a problem then transform and fuck off again.
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[personal profile] semproteustyrannis 2015-01-09 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
His mouth twitches at the very obvious attempt to avoid the topic.

He was a politician, not one of his slack-jawed security officers! Who did he take him for?

But Proteus rests a hand on his own chest, deciding to indulge Sentinel to have better excuse to yell at him later.

"I have no issue coming and going as I please. Does your alt mode not allow you to - " he gestures flippantly with his other hand,"quickly scale the walls?"
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[personal profile] staygoldponybot 2015-01-09 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
Christ Proteus do you have no idea how tanks work

"I'd have to climb in robot mode because of the incline." He doesn't have enough engine power to get his brick alt mode up the edges of the crater. Enough grip thanks to his STRONG LIKE BULL treads but... no sell on the power.

Fatass.

Sentinel squints down at Proteus, "You're welcome to do more scouting if waiting doesn't suit you."