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

[aerospacecommander]

Sometimes Starscream wished the universe had a reset button. He'd so keep pressing it until everything went back to normal status quo. He'd be back on Earth and still leader of the Decepticons and none of the weird stuff would have happened.

That was the thought he was contemplating when a large being appeared and he practically fell backwards into the piles of junk.

"Oh for the love of Primus, what now?!"

And then his thoughts went straight back to really wishing he had that reset button.

[megatronicpolarity]

Though not as devoted to their lord as Prima was – that's still his maker you're talking about, Starscream.

“Mind how you invoke the name of the Creator,” he warned the smaller mech.

Megatronus tilted his head, looking down at Starscream, then looked up at the tear in the sky above. If this one recognized Primus... They'd already seen that the Lambda could bring them fellow mechanical beings from worlds other than Cybertron itself.

“Are you Cybertronian, then, or merely familiar with our history?”

[aerospacecommander]

Starscream snorted. He probably should have been at least slightly fearful of the bigger mech that could smack him into the ground. But the Seeker had this strange tendency to push buttons when he shouldn't.

"Great. So not only are there freakish looking mechs around, but now I run into a giant religious follower. I already had to deal with one nut-case Primus-fanatic, I don't need another."

If anything, Starscream lacked common sense -- especially when he was frustrated.

So he then huffed and folded his arms across his chest.

"And no, of course not, I'm human. Can't you tell by all the squishy parts?"

[megatronicpolarity]

It wasn't so much Starscream's lack of common sense that Megatronus noticed, but rather his lack of a survival instinct. Much more quickly than someone his size had any right to be, Megatronus lifted a foot and planted it squarely over the other's chest.

Jets did have a terrible tendency to get flighty and hop into the air around him. Best to keep this one pinned on the ground for a proper chat.

Beyond that, Megatronus outwardly seemed to react very little to Starscream's needling, continuing their conversation in an even, level tone – though it was likely hard to read his expression from under the mask.

“Either you can accept that those currently inhabiting Cybertron are under the guidance of Primus, or you can side with Unicron's forces. Choose carefully.”

[aerospacecommander]

Oh. Well.

That did not go as planned.

Starscream's survival instinct did kind of kick in after being pinned to the ground by the larger mech's foot. No more pushing all of the buttons until he was a safer distance away.

He made a mental note to remember that.

"... Right. Gotacha. But ... You're not going to make me actually read the Covenant of Primus and go worship in a temple or something are you? Because that's really not my thing."

[megatronicpolarity]

Funny how some mechs couldn't behave themselves without the threat of imminent consequences hanging over them like – well, much like Megatronus' foot over Starscream right at that moment.

Megatronus snorted. Amusing, too, what ideas some of their descendents had about the will of Primus. The only one who had any need to hole himself up in a room and commune with their Creator was Prima himself. For anyone else, it was more to comfort themselves than to aid the god.

“Provided you're not worshipping in the house of the Chaosbringer, I don't particularly care how you spend your free time. I'd rather see you putting effort towards more practical ends. What's your name and your function, mech?”

[aerospacecommander]

"I don't think you'll have to worry about that."

Starscream hated not being in control of a situation. He especially hated having someone who could literally push him around. This was like Megatron 2.0.

But to answer the giant guy's question ...

"My name is Starscream and I am the leader of the Decepticons."

Technically. No one needs to know that's only because he claimed that status after blasting Megatron right out into open space.