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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...
fuckinstoplights: (Wait we put the gas where now?)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-01-27 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
"... Clearer."

It's probably not the best descriptor he could use. But it's true enough. His head feels clearer. His mind feels more like itself. And his limbs are responding to his commands again. Though, whether or not he can stand... he's not sure about that.
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[personal profile] warcorrespondent 2015-01-28 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
"That's good." Odd descriptor or not, it gets the point across.

"I'm going to move you somewhere safer. Is that alright with you?"
fuckinstoplights: (Shh we're having a serious talk now.)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-01-28 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Somewhere safer...? This place was unsafe? He hadn't seen any humans. Or anyone who wanted to harm him. But--

"Yes."

Might as well take precautions.
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[personal profile] warcorrespondent 2015-01-28 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll go get a proper medic for you when we find a spot," Aftermath reassures gently. "I'm sure they'll find a way to make things work. Until then, you keep this connected to you, alright?"
fuckinstoplights: (But I don't even like submarines.)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-01-29 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"All right."

What else was there to say, really? Even if he refused, it wouldn't lead to anything good. He probably wouldn't survive.