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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...
milkruns: (the stars may fall & the rains may pour)

[personal profile] milkruns 2015-02-02 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
June makes an alarmed noise and dashes to meet Miko, putting an arm around her shoulders -- just as much protectively as it is to help her stand in case she's suffered any injury. June glares up at Starscream, too, but now that the conversation's through she's not as willing to get up in Starscream's business.

"Come on, Miko, let's go," June says in a low voice, throwing one last glance at Starscream before she tugs Miko away, back toward the city. "Are you all right?"
starscheme: (Just eat the pennies billy)

[personal profile] starscheme 2015-02-07 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Starscream makes a disgusted noise and ruffles his wings before he shouts after them: "Oh yes, you're quite welcome for my generous decision in not crushing you!! Humans. Pathetic," he mutters to himself as an afterthought before squaring his shoulders and turning around to stomp off a few paces. Jet wash kicks up debris across the ground as he leaps up and transforms to fly off to... uh... he doesn't even know to where, or to do what. He's even more agitated and confused than before this conversation.