re_alignment_logs | 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.))

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"Then take my word that I have nothing to do with marking you here, for all that suggests otherwise."

Prima tolerates the suspicion, more than anything; he does not fault him, but it is not his fault, either. And yet, they will learn.

"Earth...that is your home, I take it?"

McCrane did not entirely know if he could trust this stranger, but he also didn't know if he had much choice. Prima had been forthright with him, so far, and had been willing to disclose the necessary requirements for his ability to go home. They needed to fix the Lambda.

He nodded in acceptance. "Alright. I take your word."

For not the first time, a flicker of worry and doubt passed through him when he thought about Earth. If this giant had been unable to do any damage to the problematic scar, then it was a bigger problem than could be solved in an afternoon.

"Yes," he said, softly, finally starting to wonder when he would see it again. "I need to know that it is safe." That Build Team was safe. That...Seia was safe. "Did the scar do any damage, when Gunmax and I came through?"

An understandable distress. But one they had only so much data to answer. For all of the research, for all of the exploration, much of the Lambda still eluded them.

Admitting such would do nothing to settle McCrane. Hiding such could earn his distrust. Prima regarded the white line in the dark sky, considering his words carefully.

"As far as my brothers and I have been able to tell, the only damage is what is here - none that have come through have ever reported any warning, any sign that the Lambda had even breached their dimension. I take this optimistically, and believe that its disruption is limited to what has fallen through it."

For all that was 'limiting'.

"Thank you," he said, still softly, still considering. That information wasn't entirely settling, but it was truthful. It was truthful, and it was...enough. If there was no way to tell, then he would have to keep his hope that this large robot was correct, and that the Earth was safe.

Well.

As safe as it could be with super-villains on the loose. His biggest worry was not being around in time for a threat to surface, and preventing the rest of his team from forming Super Build Tiger. That would be unthinkable.

"And once we have helped you solve this problem...will we be able to return?"

"If that is your wish, once the Lambda has been dealt with, I will assist you however way I can."

Not all Refugees wished to stay on Cybertron - not all saw it as a chance to create something new. They were more focused on what they had created, what they had left behind-

Prima could not find fault in them for that.

"I warn you that it may take some time. But we are eager to have it be nothing more than a memory."

Alright.

McCrane has decided that he likes you. You have been forthright, you have identified the problem immediately, you have accepted his assistance, and you have also offered your own in turn. That was precisely how things had gone with Seia...albeit in dealing with a giant dinosaur instead of with an errant piece of astronomy.

"I appreciate that." He nodded, once.

"And...how long might that be?" The build team would have to deal with his absence, in the mean-time. He hoped they could hold out, if this would take a few weeks.

Careful, McCrane. It's quite possible giant dinosaurs might fall through the Lambda and remove that 'instead'.

"I cannot say. A guess, at this point, would be only misleading."

He doesn't want that instead removed! He likes it where it is. Dealing with astronomy is difficult enough without multiple threats! He can't even form Super Build Tiger here.

Still, he nods.

"An estimation would still be appreciated..." A pause. "...sir." You seem to be a figure of authority, so he would rather err on the side of politeness than on the side of being uncouth. "Will it take more than a few weeks?"

He needs to know exactly how depressed he's going to be tonight. Also, he doesn't have fuel for that long.

"It could take months. Years."

Prima watches McCrane closely, sympathy briefly flicking across his optics - but passing. As regretful as he is, it isn't his fault.

All he - they - can do is try to make the best of a poor situation.

It's not unexpected when Prima delivers the news to him.

It's not unexpected, but it is still hard to hear. To not see Seia, for years? To not see the Build Team, for years? To leave Earth less protected, for years?

How long would the commissioner wait for them? How long would Yuuta?

How much could go wrong, in-between?

He stands there, stunned, for a few moments, the worry written clearly on his face.

Then, he can only nod, resigned.

"I would like to begin work immediately. With the help of the Brave Police, perhaps we can speed up the process." His hands still clench. He's still having trouble dealing with this, but he is going to go forward.

"What do we need to do, now?"

Prima gives him those moments. There's no way to make it easy, for those who have strong ties at home. And yet, it sometimes gives them all the more reason to fight.

And from what he can tell...it has.

"I would gladly accept that assistance," he says gravely. "The first step is to move in to less..."

His optics glance around at the Junk Yard.

"... haphazard surroundings. No threats have yet been sighted, but that could change."

"Are there significant threats to worry about?" His mind is instantly back on his shotgun, especially with the way Prima is glancing around. "My team and I would be able to relocate, as soon as we can find some diesel or some gasoline."

Or Yuuta.

Or Seia.

If they're going to be here for potentially a year, however, gasoline would have to come first.

"There may be. Any sentient that comes through the Lambda poses the risk of being a threat - I would suggest you find your friends quickly, so that we may deduce whether or not they are to be handled with caution."

Diesel. Gasoline.

"...I am not familiar with these fuels. Have you a sample?"

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