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

[vectorianpolarity]

Those were precisely the wrong words to say. In an instant, indignation mixed with anger had filled Vector Prime. This stranger dared insult his honor?

No...calm. t was precisely because he was a stranger that he questioned it. Still, Vector could not keep the irritation out of his voice as he answered, most of his effort spent in keeping his voice level and perhaps icily polite;

//It was not my doing. And I offer another thought; history has not been yet written.//

[herodecoded]

Perhaps his wording was too strong. But no matter, he would make it up later.

But the Prime's words were troubling. Had he indeed fallen into the past once more? Destiny had taken over once more, something very troubling indeed.

//There are those who say the future is already written. I've seen otherwise, yet I know my future was already engraved for all time.

What tome do you seek to write, Prime?//

[vectorianpolarity]

//One that is new.//

That was what this was, wasn't it? Ultimately? For all that already was written in history, spoken of from other worlds - this was something different. Cybertron itself was yet to be even born.

Once the impurities were rid of the protoform, then could it live.

//Your future has changed, stranger - it has become unwritten. Would you scribe another by your own hand?//

[herodecoded]

A chance to rewrite history? The rhetoric almost sounded Megatronian...yet...

It would be a chance to set everything right. To prevent Megatron's rise to power, to prevent that Predacon from ever seizing power.

//And what vision of history do you have in mind?//

[vectorianpolarity]

//My vision is first to ensure it happens, when the evil of the Chaosbringer would stop us before we had a chance to put pen to pad.// He would consider what followed after that had been taken care of - first things first, after all. //He would see this world destroyed before it has even taken its first cycle of life, and before we truly make history we must first safeguard it.//

[herodecoded]

So...this was the purpose he had been called for once more. Once again he had been enlisted to fight for the tide of history...but what tide was he fighting for?

He only had this enigmatic response.

//Very well. If the battle must be joined, let the battle be joined.//

[vectorianpolarity]

Ah, but that response leaves more questions unanswered.

//Would you fight in it?// presses Vector Prime. //Would you stand in defense of life, or would you simply allow the Chaosbringer and his forces to destroy it before it has a chance to begin?//