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re_alignment_logs2012-06-21 04:54 pm
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Entry tags:
- !npc | alpha trion,
- !npc | liege maximo,
- !npc | megatronus prime,
- !npc | nexus prime,
- !npc | prima,
- !npc | solus prime,
- !npc | vector prime,
- !open,
- brave police: j-decker | deckard,
- brave police: j-decker | gunmax,
- brave police: j-decker | mccrane,
- kingdom hearts | ventus,
- tf: animated | blurr,
- tf: animated | sari,
- tf: classics | elita one,
- tf: dreamwave | jetfire (crau),
- tf: dreamwave | starscream (crau),
- tf: idw | drift,
- tf: idw | wing,
- tf: prime | breakdown,
- tf: prime | knock out,
- tf: prime | ratchet,
- ✘ 9 | 4,
- ✘ batman: 90s animated | annie,
- ✘ kingdom hearts | luxord,
- ✘ legend of korra | korra,
- ✘ megamind | megamind,
- ✘ real steel | noisy boy,
- ✘ star wars | darth malgus,
- ✘ tf: animated | blackarachnia,
- ✘ tf: animated | optimus prime,
- ✘ tf: animated | prowl,
- ✘ tf: animated | slipstream,
- ✘ tf: animated | starscream,
- ✘ tf: animated | swindle,
- ✘ tf: bayverse | shockwave/driller,
- ✘ tf: beast wars | dinobot,
- ✘ tf: idw | optimus prime (crau),
- ✘ tf: idw | pharma,
- ✘ tf: prime | raf esquivel,
- ✘ tf: prime | starscream,
- ✘ tf: prime | wheeljack,
- ✘ yu-gi-oh! zexal | v
OPENING LOG: Awakening
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.
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.))
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.
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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But now Breakdown was here too, holding him close and whispering in his ears. It was so familiar, so badly needed and so sorely missed, that Knock Out honestly expected at this point to jerk awake on an empty berth on-ship and find out this whole thing had been another nightmare.
But he didn't wake up, and Breakdown didn't fall apart in his arms, or turn to rust, or disappear. No, Breakdown was holding him even closer, and even though it make Knock Out's aching body protest, he didn't complain. He just laid his head on Breakdown's shoulder and listened to his urgent words.
"No," he admitted quietly when Breakdown was done. "I was just hoping to find someone who had some answers. None of the people I've talked to yet have any idea how we got here, or what this place is, or what's going on."
Finally he picked his head up, glancing up at his partner again. "There are Autobots here," he said. "Ratchet and Wheeljack at least, and one of their human friends. And... other mechs too. Strangers."
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Breakdown patted at Knock Out's shoulder, and spun his wheels. The doctor was really worked up, and Breakdown knew it was best to let emotions come out on their own course.
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He was able to force himself to relax an instant later, though; the feeling of Breakdown's fingers on his wheels, so familiar, helped. He released his partner but didn't move out of the circle of his arms. "We need to find out what's happening. See if anybody has any useful information they'd be willing to share with us."
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Firstforged you are now welcome to threadjack; thank you for your patience!
Without waiting, he started off, although he checked immediately to make sure Breakdown was following him. He didn't transform, though, he just walked-- and he was limping noticeably as he went, his usual fluid grace completely absent.
Re: Firstforged you are now welcome to threadjack; thank you for your patience!
"I can carry you, if you really want." A little of Breakdown's care shone through even in his voice, past the worried smile. He didn't feel that tired. Not too tired to make sure that the doctor didn't end up getting too hurt. Any field manual, and even Megatron himself would say to make sure nothing happens to the medic. For Breakdown, of course, there was the extra consideration that he didn't want anything happening not just to his medic, but... his medic.
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It was a hard change to make. Breakdown had been his assistant for so long that losing him had been like losing a limb that couldn't be replaced.
But he was here, he was here! And after his first tense moment of surprise, Knock Out slumped against him with a sigh, letting his partner take the brunt of his weight. He knew Breakdown could take it.
He wasn't quite willing to go as far as being carried, though... "No need for that," he said with a crooked smile. "My dignity's been damaged enough, thank you; I'd prefer not to aggravate it further." He hadn't had all th pride ground out of him-- not yet, anyway.
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And so, with even teasing returned to their relationship, a bright bubble of familiar words protected the two bots as they slowly strolled forward into an unfamiliar horizon of junk piles and looming shadows.
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Because with him, he could do that literally.
This division had a smaller result than he'd done earlier - only about six feet, if that. It was easier for him to navigate through the junk, this way, even if it took a little longer - but nothing like meeting a Refugee on their own ground, eh? Especially the smaller ones.
Or half-falling, half-rolling down a heap to land at the feet of another pair.
"Whoof-!"
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"Watch where you're going!" he snapped at the much smaller stranger. Though having Breakdown at his side again was like a balm, he was still in enough pain to be ornery-- and for the first time in too many cycles he could express it instead of swallowing it for fear of repercussions. After all, he had Breakdown again, and Breakdown had his back.
It felt good (even if he still mostly felt horrible).
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Breakdown then turned his gaze to the newcomer : thankfully a Cybertronian, and one with a rather strong spark, he could already feel.
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Excuse him while he leans around, trying to get a glance at their shoulder plating. Most Cybertronians have it there, right? And sure enough...
"Hah! You match!"
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"Forgive me; I didn't mean to snap," he said to the little, sounding sincere even if he really wasn't. "I-- what?"
It hadn't even occurred to him to look and see if Breakdown had been branded like he had-- honestly, he was trying to forget about it, at least until he was in a better position to make the unwelcome mark disappear. But he followed the stranger's gaze to Breakdown's arm, hissing through his vents in surprise as he realized that his partner bore the same purple glyph as he did. "We do!"
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A pause.
"Right. I'm Nexus Prime. I'll take you to where you should be going."
The (comparitively) little mech gestured in a clear invitation to follow.
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::Ok, quick, recap : we're definitely not on Earth. This guy's not an Autobot. We might be in a Neutral Colony. I thought that slag was just rumour, but... last thing we need is to piss off their leader. I gotta leave talking to you, 'cause I obviously suck slag at it. But we might have a, uh... fancy word for "a way in."::
"You're the Prime here?"
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"I'm a Prime here," he answered. "There's a few of us. Thirteen, when Prima calls us all together, but only half of us or so spend time with you lot."
His tone suggests that he doesn't think much of those that don't. And - all, right, he does. But they're missing out on so much!
Bolts. Nexus hopes they'll come around in time.
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He forced a sigh through his vents, trying to cool his systems-- and then vented again in surprise at the little stranger's oh-so-casual revelation that there were thirteen Primes here.
"There's thirteen of you?!"
He shot an alarmed glance at Breakdown. ::What kind of neutral colony have we fallen into?!::
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"Thirteen's a big number. So I guess you're all in charge here? ANy chance me n' my partner could at least borrow some energon to get home? We don't know how we got here, but our Prime'll be missing us."
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A somewhat sheepish grin.
"It'll take more than that to get you home, sorry to say. You came in through the Lambda up there, and right now nobody can get close enough to see if going through gets you back."
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He couldn't keep up the friendly charade for long, though. "The what?" He looked up-- and of course the most notable thing in the sky was the wide white anomaly. He gestured up at it, the movement sharp. "That? You mean that?"
It seemed impossible-- but it wouldn't be the first impossible thing he'd encountered today.
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He spoke as he began to climb, briefly glancing up to where a golden shape could be seen flying inthe sky.
"Vector? He can get pretty close, but something about it scrambles his sensors. I wouldn't ask him, anyway - he's tried, but he'd try again, and then feel bad when he couldn't get any closer than he could before."
There was some very dry humor there.
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Of course, following him meant, well, walking. This was going to be a trial. Knock Out held his arm up to Breakdown in an unspoken request for assistance. Only with his partner's help could he hobble up the hill after Nexus.
"Hmn. That poses a bit of a problem, then, doesn't it?" he remarked neutrally. "Do, ah, people come through this... Lambda of yours often?"
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