OPENING LOG: Awakening

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WHO: Everybody!
WHERE: The Junk Pile.
WHEN: Right here, right now.
WHAT: Game opening! Our Heroes find themselves in a strange place not of their own world, however familiar (or not) it may be.

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Consciousness is slow, and a struggle to obtain. The moments before darkness are hazy enough; a great vertigo, a twisting, and then, falling. Falling for what seemed like forever. And when you are finally aware of your surroundings, it is most decidedly not where you came from.

Instead, you are now in what appears to be a wasteland. A wasteland...of junk. Debris as far as you can see, heaped in mini-mountains that offer only so good of a view of the world around you. Perhaps in the distance, you can make out some flatter land, perhaps you can just make out what looks like a crevice - but it's difficult at best. The light here is all wrong, the two greatest sources being a white line in the alien sky that doesn't so much give off light as simply have it - and something in the south that glows like a setting sun.

You may or may not notice it at first, but you, too, have something alien - something on your arm, more likely than not. A marking that glows softly, but offers no clue as to how it got there - no pain, no sensitivity. It's simply there, as you are here.

So.

Now what?

((OOC: This is it, you guys! Have a blast! Please remember to keep everything under the first thread for now; we'll be adding the Firstforged in in a little bit...

OKAY There is now a second thread to post in! Feel free to make new threads there to react to the arrival of the Firstforged, or respond directly to the Firstforged themselves.))

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[invisiblepinkboat]

Uninjured. Uncomfortable. Despite the fact that she couldn't remember landing, she had the feeling of having been falling, and all gyros were momentarily destabilized before realigning to the fact that she was lying down on her front, legs partly under her frame.

She took two vents, optics kept off, scanners extending outwards, and while there were others around... Getting smoothly to her feet Elita stared. Junk? And the few individuals she could see were all unfamiliar, the specific comms for the crew of the Graviton silent.

... No matter any suspicion one might have towards using space bridges and transwarp, should it really be possible to be pulled out of a ship while during transwarp?

She needed a better idea of what was going on, and who was around if nothing else. Try to find Grim... Or Magnus. Springer, if neither of the first two could be found, then the others.

And if she was alone? Well, that wasn't unusual; she could manage. She was hard-pressed to not employ her alloys at their greatest effect, and merely to let her be... slightly less obvious among this mountain of scrap as she set off, careful to disturb as little of the junk as possible, but hardly impossible to spot.

[raceme]

[Elita might notice a flash of blue approaching her, and approaching her very fast. It's not like Blurr wants to harm them, he doesn't even notice her yet, he's just trying to see if his comm link works from a different spot and just generally trying to get out the junk pile.]

[invisiblepinkboat]

[Notice it she does; both her optics and scanners are running to pick up whatever details that might be around. She's already picked up her weapon like that, lying a few feet away from her initial location, and her back-mounted panels give a wide area for picking up information.

Whoever it is is kind of small... and fast. The only thing she can do is to let the alloys stop adjusting to hide her immediately and twist - hopefully - out of the way.

Whoever it is ought to be paying more attention.]

[raceme]

[Blurr runs pass him without touching her but he stops a few nanosecs later. Did she saw a pink female robot? He's not all sure, he was a bit distracted and the poor light didn't help. Blurr turns and scans the area.]

Arceeisthatyou?

[invisiblepinkboat]

Arcee? No, that's not my designation.

[The mech is... unfamiliar. But then, a lot of them are, but he isn't just personally unknown to her; the design is different. Minibot-size, thereabout, obviously some impressive speed in rootmode.]

Elita One. [She tilts her helm curiously, a small smile on her faceplates, because this is really somewhat amusing...] Is there really that few pink-coloured cybertronians that my colour is enough to associate me with a particular individual?

1/3

[raceme]

I must be confused, my deepest apologies miss you look a bit like her. [He smiles back.]

That particular shade is not so common anymore I think we used to have more light red bots and pink colorations in the old says but being a color that stands out so much most bots choose a different one that allows them to blend with the environment in case of a decepticon attack and...

2/3

[raceme]

[ And his processor finally catches up on what she just said.]

3/3

[raceme]

ELITA 1!? We thought...the council established that you was offlined after the incident in that organic planet! Itssucharelieftoknowourinformation was wrong!

[Blurr could give her a hug, really. He won't don't worry.]

[invisiblepinkboat]

[The reaction... is completely unexpected and it takes an astrosecond extra to catch up with the last rush of words. Despite the fact that the details - the facts - are wrong, she tenses.]

I've only told one mech anything of my past, even less a full... "council" of them. [Her optics narrow from their earlier wide and bright surprise, and it's just as well that Blurr won't hug her. Does he actually/i> know anything, or is he still... thinking of someone else? But that doesn't make sense, he did use her name.]

But there's never been a situation where anyone would know or think I'd been offlined.

[She doesn't make any comment about "organic planet"; she's visited quite a few planets since she first came online, after all, and her method for dealing with her past to others is omission or not answering, not outright lies.]

[raceme]

Justonemech? Was it Optimus or Sentinel Prime? They were the ones with you when the accident happened right?

[Blurr's optics, on the other side, blink in confusion.]

We were informed that you disappeared completely after the explosion and there was no way to trace your signal I assume that's the reason why everyone believed that you was offlined miss. YoudontremembertheCoundilatall?

[invisiblepinkboat]

Explosion?

[Elita's supsicion has trailed off into confusion, because she remembers no explosion. None of this make sense.]

I... don't know any Sentinel Prime, Optimus is the Prime currently, after all. I... suppose I'd be honoured if he'd know me that well that I'd want to share that with him, but no.

[The thought that she might ever be close enough to Optimus Prime that she'd want to share what she's shared with Grim with him is... outlandndish, but admittedly personally thrilling. Not that that will happen, either way.]

Are you sure you're not thinking of someone else?

[Even if he had recognized her designation...]

[raceme]

[That explosion was sure something that could not be missed or forgotten.

Blurr looks a bit unsure.] Perhaps, could it be, there's the small possibility of two mechs sharing the same name? [Blurr rubs his helmet.]

All this is so confusing perhaps I'm in some sort of messed up reality after all I'm quite sure I died when Shockwave trapped me between those moving wall it sure felt like dying I don't recommend it at all. [He looks very lost.] This is not how I imagined the Allspark.

[invisiblepinkboat]

Maybe, but I doubt a Prime would share his name with someone else.

[Of course, they are, unknowingly, using different definitions of what makes a "Prime".]

Hopefully there'll be some sort of answers soon. I don't think you're actually... offlined, though. I certainly don't remember dying before I came here. I was sitting on a ship mid-transwarp.

[She has no idea how to handle his distress, but takes a step close enough to be able to briefly rest a hand against that very large spaulder before stepping back again.]

[raceme]

[Very different ones. The one in his leader is not such an important person yet.]

There were a lot of alarm messages in front of my optics coming from my processor listing all the damage I received when I woke up I'm just not sure anymore.

[Blur gives her a small smile and a grateful look in exchange of the brief contact.] Do you have one of those too miss Elita One miss? [He pointed to the glyph in his arms.]

[brokendown]

That Elita was being not-so-easy to spot was a problem for one very lost mech with one glitching eye. Breakdown had been pounding at it since he woke up in this pile of junk. He wasn't making any attempt to hide around here. The place was fairly swarming with unfamiliar faces, though they were far off from his position. He was heading over toward the quickly coagulating centre of activity, when he could have sworn he heard Knock Out's voice... and Ratchet's?... Breakdown broke into a run, shoving down any large pieces of junk that got in his way. His optic glitched again, and he thought the air was playing tricks on him in this little section of The Pit.

Paying no heed to his glitch, or the shuffling pile of junk in front of him, Breakdown swatted at it to get it out of his way when he heard familiar voices again, ever closer. Then that piece of junk was far more solid than other pieces of junk. And with a second look, it was a person. Breakdown almost fell down in the shock, hopping to a stop. He could make out the curvy shapes of another bot, and some lovely facial features with brilliant blue eyes. Only if he squinted. He couldn't tell if it was a bot or a con, though it was definitely Cybertronian. What kind of mods did this mech have?

"Oh, hey, sorry! I didn't mean to hit you." Breakdown decided to take the chance that this wasn't an Autobot. After all, there weren't that many of them left. Better to try not to make an enemy by accidentally hitting someone.

[invisiblepinkboat]

The only marking on her, despite having worked with a full Autobot crew for a decade was the unfamiliar glyph on her upper arm. She'd ignored it for the moment as it seemed harmless, but she'd look it over later. Either way, the only thing that might imply "Autobot" was those blue optics.

When the large mech - with some slightly unfamiliar design - had stomped into her line of vision, she'd decided to follow. Which might have been a mistake, even as slow as she'd been careful to keep herself. She came up to her feet in the same moment he hit her, however, and let the alloys stop adjusting.

It was a Decepticon, maybe; there was no immediately obvious brand. Either way, she wasn't here to antagonize. Well, at least not yet.

"I'll survive. It's the risk one takes; I'm meant to go unnoticed." Her smirk was small and sharp, but honestly amused. The annoyance she kept to herself; she ought to have been able to stay out of hitting range.

At least he hadn't noticed her any other way than physically hitting her; that meant she wasn't lapsing in her other skills.

[brokendown]

Oh, a feminine voice. That was unexpected. Breakdown took a step back to give her some space.

"Heh, pardon me for noticing," He smiled. Using pardon may or may not have been in response to her use of "one." She was a fancy mech!

Breakdown started taking in more details on her form. No idea what her altmode was. She didn't have any obvious bot brand, but she didn't remind him of any female cons he knew. Plus, if she were a bot, she'd have knocked him out three ways to firstday by now. Knock Out... his voice was still there, flustered now. Breakdown felt the need to rush off, but he wanted to make sure he was in the clear. Maybe he could get an ally here. He'd heard Ratchet's voice, so that meant Autobots were nearby, and he'd need all the backup he could get in an unfamiliar area. Okay, so the only mark on her body was...

"Oh, hey, we match." Breakdown held up his forearm to display the new mark he'd already tried scratching off a few times.

[invisiblepinkboat]

"It just means I need to train more." It was slightly hard to keep the exasperation out of her voice; she usually was much better than this, and while some would have given themselves an excuse in the unfamiliar situation, Elita wouldn't.

She was, however, secretly relieved Grimlock hadn't been here to see that. He didn't need more reason to be doubtful than he already had.

"And it doesn't seem like it's easy to get off. I suppose you didn't choose to wake up with that either?" Elita tilted her helm at the mark, then frowned down at her own.

Actually... it vaguely looked like the mark wasn't actually branded into the metal itself now that she was looking closer, but... slightly above?

[brokendown]

"Eh, no, I'm not big on marks, period. And I don't think I got so overcharged I offlined yesterday. This thing's a real slagger. Hope it isn't some new kind of cosmic rust..." Breakdown picked at it again. It really wasn't painted on, or branded on. It just sat there.

[invisiblepinkboat]

"I don't think cosmic rust sits above your plating." It wasn't easy to see that the mark hovered somewhere just slightly above the plating, so it was a statement with no other inflection to it.

Elita looked up from the marking again, frowning. She doubted there'd be commonalities, but... if he would reply, it'd be something to go from.

"What were you doing before you woke up here? Whatever got us here is able to pull you from mid-transwarp, at the least." Since that's where she had been before waking up here.

[brokendown]

"I was on a mission with Dreadwing to offline Airachnid. She caught wise to us, caught me offguard, and..." Breakdown looked down at his arm morosely. "She pulled off this arm. I think. I think she was killing me. I know I lost the fight. Wasn't much of a fight. So I just woke up here, and that's it. What about you?"

[invisiblepinkboat]

The only name she recognizes in that is Dreadwing, but even that is only from file since that had been the combined form of one of Bug-Bite's crew and another mech. So they can't be the same as who this mech is talking about, which... Doesn't make sense.

What's going on here?

And apparently... he thought nothing of admitting he'd been off on a mission to kill someone before coming here (well, she wouldn't either, really), but dying or severely injured, he was fine now which was... curious.

"On a ship having entered trans-warp. So apparently whatever got us here can pull us from... wherever." Troublesome, but maybe she can find someone from the crew here then?

[brokendown]

"Yeah, like that's good news," Breakdown grumbled, and then tapped at his bad eye again. But then, thinking about her story gave him pause. There weren't that many ships that could be out there. There weren't that many neutrals left. And just thinking about trans-warp, and anything related to the physics of that made his processor hurt. "Something's messing with us. It better have a real good reason. Anyway, the sooner I get back to the Nemesis, the better. Starscream won't come n' save me twice. And you should be getting back to your ship too, right? Maybe it crashed somewhere around here. We can go look together, uhh... your name?"

[invisiblepinkboat]

... Oh, definitely a Decepticon. While Starscream had quite the... checkered past, he didn't go around rescuing mechs randomly. If they were thinking of the same individual, but how could they not?

The fact was, however, that there was enough differences in their design to be... strange. Something was off, and it frustrated her not knowing what it was.

"Elita One. Yours..?" She tried not to stare too much or obviously at the comment about Starscream saving him but then she looked around the mounds of junk that were visible.

"I think a recently crashed ship would be obvious, even here with all this junk. And you seemed to be going somewhere before you ran into me." She doesn't really feel like walking around with a Decepticon unless it's actually needed, and as of yet, she's seen no life-or-death need.

Breakdown, it's hilarious how out of the loop you are.

[brokendown]

"Breakdown. Nice t'meetcha." Breakdown didn't recognise her name. And she was pretty strange-looking. Than again, if you wanted strange looking femmes, there's nothing like Airachnid, so Breakdown figured he'd seen it all. "Yeah, I think I heard my partner, off that way." He pointed. "I wouldn't mind backup in case we run into some 'Bots."