OPENING LOG: Awakening

[re_alignedmods]

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.))

Comments

[clay_doll]

Rather soon after Drift had caught her, or rather right after, another robot came up with surprising speed to their location. The sound of his approach causes her to twist to look while settled close with Drift, and with a flinch, she startles from the sudden arrival. She has no idea whether or not the bot has any intent to harm either of them, but she leans in closer to the white mech carrying her.

Though her clothes are twisted out of place still, Annie appears to be intact on the whole at the very least.

[sword_redemption]

Drift sees the blur of the approach at the last klik--a little flash of blue. It reminded him of Blurr, racing through the darkened streets of Cybertron when he'd last seen him.

He stumbles backwards, ankle catching on a jagged edge, trying to step away from the other's path. He doesn't lose his balance--just barely.

"Stay back!"

[raceme]

[His engine is designed to reach high speed in nanosecons and stop just as fast, so he comes to halt immediately.

It seems like the little organic has someone to look after her already, that's a good thing. Now that Blurr stopped moving the Autobot insignia in his chest would be much easier to spot as well. Blurr notices the stumble and wonders if the other mech is injured.]

Designation...?

[clay_doll]

With a high-pitched squeak, Annie manages to keep her grip on Drift's shoulder as he stumbles backwards, though her legs still slide out from under her in the process. She simply hadn't been ready for the quick movement. As such, she drops to hang from her arms against the back of his shoulder with a light knock against his armor in the process.

Though a little startled, as long as Drift holds still for her, she'll release one hand from her original point of grip to reach to the side and pull herself back up using her arms. She has the strength to get herself up rather quickly, and as soon as she is, she takes her previous position there on his shoulder with a quiet sigh of relief.

She'll get the hang of this!

As she settles on his shoulder again, Annie looks towards the blue bot. She...has no idea what 'designation' means so she'll let Drift answer.

[sword_redemption]

Drift doesn't move, waiting for Annie to get herself secured again. He sees the Autobot insignia, which is a comfort, in a way, but not in two other ways. One: this isn't his Blurr and two: Drift has the Red Rust.

"Drift," he says. "And you need to stay back."

[raceme]

Drift? Blurr have heard about a bot with that name under, the one who's Dai Atlas's care no less, but he never met him. What he heard, however, is that Drift was much younger that the mech in front of him. He keeps his distance from the pair, studying the mech up and down and finally frowning slightly. He seems to be the one injured. Is that cosmic rust?

I am Agent Blurr member of the Elite Guard a intelligence gathering body that exists within the Autobot fraction. [He pulls out what looks to be like a mini screen, showing his logo and badge. See? He got proofs.] Your name sounds airmail but I don't think we met before I'm sure I would remember a face like yours no offense intended I am good at faces that's all Are you injuredisthatcosmicrust?

Feel free to skip my post for a bit while the two talk if you'd like <3

[clay_doll]

Sitting herself up a little straighter as Blurr begins to speak using more than a single word, Annie is stunned by how fast he talks. Even more amazing is that once he finishes, she thinks she heard most of what he said even if she didn't understand all of the terms.

As it seems that the bot is not interested in her, Annie remains quiet and merely looks between Drift and Blurr as the conversation continues.

[sword_redemption]

....definitely not the Blurr he knows.

"I...," wow that was a lot to take in at once. Give him a minute.

Right. He's on top if it now. "No. It's Red Rust. A plague. You need to stay away from me."