OPENING LOG: Awakening

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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

[mccrane]

//Acknowledged.// He didn't have any intention of leaving, if Deckerd was coming here. It was already so much better to just hear his voice, to have one more part of this confusing mess that was familiar instead of worrying.

He knew the answer to his question, however, by the silence alone. Yuuta was not here, and Deckard was.

That was going to be hard on the police car.

Transforming back into robot mode to make himself an easier site, he kept an eye out for Deckerd's approach. //I have come across a small number of humans while investigating. None were from Japan.// He'd not met anyone else from Earth, at all. //My guess would be that the boss is likely safe at home.// It was meant to be comforting, as much as it was meant as a report. //We'll be there, soon, as well, once we have solved this mystery.//

[patokichi]

"I hope you are correct," Deckerd answers in person when he gets close enough. Trudging through piles of scrap, he's again, very tempted to greet his fellow Brave with a hug, but he thinks better of it. This is not the time, and quiet honestly he still has a bit of dignity, despite his state.

He's obviously visibly shaken, not to mention his forearms are all scraped and torn from digging through the scrap.

"It's... good to see you."

That will do.

[mccrane]

"As do I," McCrane answered, turning to greet Deckerd. He'd expected it to be relieving to see the patrol car in person, and it was so, enough that he took a step toward him. Then, he stopped, not certain what it was that he'd intended to do.

Comfort?

Possibly.

Deckerd did not look well, and as McCrane passed his eyes over his fellow Detective's frame, he knew that this was not going to be easy on any of them. Their complete lack of information didn't help.

Spotting Deckerd's arms, his hesitation broke, and he reached out expectantly. "Let me see that," he said, indicating the scrapes. There was little he could do, but it worried him to see, anyhow, especially without the Engineers around to treat them.

"Gunmax and I have been scouting," he reported diligently. "As far as I have been able to tell, we are on a planet called Cybertron, and no one has heard of Earth. We will need some sort of transportation to get home." He took his eyes off of Deckerd's hands for a moment, looking around as if he'd suddenly see some sort of alien spaceship. "Are you able to call J-Loader?" It was a long-shot, but if it was here, then maybe...

But no. Even if it was here, they'd need Yuuta to give the order for Deckerd to combine.

[patokichi]

"It's nothing, just some scrapes," Deckerd shakes his head, though it's not going to be something he fights very much. They have more important things at hand.

"Hmm, we'll keep questioning anyone we come across, then. We need more than that. There's a bigger picture here."

He honestly hasn't tried calling his support vehicle yet. It never occurred to him honestly. But hey, it doesn't hurt to test. Flipping open his badge, he tries to muster up some enthusiasm which doesn't come easily.

"J-Loader!"

There's painfully awkward silence that follows.

Deckerd can only shrug at McCrane, but he finds himself startling when suddenly the large vehicle obliterates a pile of junk on it's way to Deckerd, stopping loyally in front of them.

"Oh."

He calmly puts away his badge.

"Well there's that..."

[mccrane]

McCrane stared at Deckerd for a moment, aware that such scrapes were mostly cosmetic but that that didn't stop them from being painful. Something had caused them.

Something had.

However, he simply nodded. If it was important, Deckerd would bring it up in his own time, when he was comfortable with it. "Agreed. We can split our efforts, and regroup..."

It was all there was to do. Especially with the limited resources that they had available to them. Especially if none of them could fly. Still, he suspected that if Gunmax had arrived with his motorcycle, it was possible that Deckerd had arrived with J-Loader....

...but that real possibility didn't stop him from jumping, either, and pulling his shotgun out when it suddenly burst onto the scene.

"D-Deckerd!"

...

It took him a moment to lower his weapon.

It took him another moment to realize he felt more than a little awkward for doing that. Obviously, he was a little more jumpy than he'd realized. Suddenly being on an alien planet did that to a person.

"It is one more transportation option, if nothing else." He said, and put his shotgun away. "Without the boss."

[patokichi]

Well apparently it scared the heck out of the both of them. Deckerd lets a peel of startled laughter as he feels himself relax, walking over and placing a hand on the large vehicle.

"Yes, at least there's that."

Those last words ping against him, and he tries not to let it bother him. Despite being bereft, he's just got to deal with it. He can't sit around and mope forever.

They have to get a move on. Get things done. No use in crying over a bad situation and not trying to get yourself out of it, right?

"Right. We're just wasting time wandering around. We should be investigating as much as we can."

[mccrane]

"We might be able to configure it manually, if nothing else works." It really wasn't the best idea in the world, but the giant Panda had actually had some success in trying it. Surely, the three of them working together could carefully pry some arms and legs out of the gargantuan truck?

Well.

Maybe.

He smiled a little, at the thought.

"I believe the best option for investigating would be to find someone without one of these marks." He pointed to the glowing white symbol on his shoulder. "Everyone I have talked to who possesses one does not remember how they arrived. We are also going to need fuel, which..." He glanced to the nearest pile. "Is probably here. Somewhere. What are your orders?"

[patokichi]

"Perhaps. Though given any battle situation there would not likely be time for it."

Oh yes. His mind is instantly on the panda incident. Being shoved in every which-way.

None of those configurations were in his databanks.

For good reason.

"Fair enough. I wonder what they are..."

They look like brands. In fact he's certain they are, but the thought unsettles him, so he doesn't voice it.

"Hmm. For now, fuel and finding any other members of the Brave Police that might have ended up here is the priority number one. Collecting intelligence comes a very close second."

His orders, huh?? He's fully aware he's the leader- but oddly enough he's so used to Yuuta voicing the actual orders. It feeds strange.

"Split up for the next two hours. Question anyone we find, keep a keen eye out for fuel or any of our own. Report to Gunmax and I if you run into trouble or anything strange. We'll do likewise. It's important that we stay in contact with each other."

[mccrane]

"That might be difficult, yes." He knows they could get better at it with practice, but he can't reason out why they should practice that if they're not going to be here long.

However, he does snap a salute to Deckerd, agreeing with his assessment of the situation. "Understood. I will report my findings in two hours, and we can decide what to do then." Perhaps they would be in a better position to see the way home.

Anything had to be better than the one that they were currently in.

[patokichi]

"Good then."

Honestly he doesn't really want to part ways. McCrane's presence is comforting, but they all have work to do.

Now is not the time, and he cant afford to falter.

So he salutes back and heads off in the opposite direction.

"See you in a while, McCrane!"

He does his best to sound like he's in good spirits.