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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.))
ARGH! Phone posting.
"Thanks," she said; a dry, static-laced whisper. She reached up to take the tool. She gave her thruster-heel a glance, then looked up, again.
"How do you transform external objects like that. You hiding the Magnus Hammer in your subspace? Is it nanites? A modded self-repair system?"
Dead useful, whatever it was. This was not someone to have as an enemy.
It is all good~
"That talent is my own, and I'm not inclined to share it with any other. It would do you well to take my gift as it was intended." As possessive as she might be with her skills, it is unlikely any other could replicate her talents, even if they tried with all the data on it in the world.
"And I have never heard of a Magnus Hammer. My Forge Hammer, however..." Her smirk turns rather feral.
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"It was generous of you." Slipstream tried; she was not as capable with flattery as her brother clone, Sunstorm.
Slipstream stood on one foot, wings swinging to provide counterbalance, as she used the tool to fish the debris from her thruster. The tool worked as intended. Whatever had been stuck in there, she didn't recognize the object.
"It's not that I meant offense," She said, adjusting her stance to both feet. "The Magnus Hammer is a slagging sacred artifact to the Autobots! It forged the container for the AllSpark. That Prime with wing-envy delivered a smack-down to Megatron with it." It was special and ancient and scrap, OK?
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She gave the work of her tool a great deal less attention than Slipstream's words. She knew the tool would function, after all; the words are more interesting.
"AllSpark, you say? What sort of form does it come in?" Allspark Cube. Well of Allsparks. A strange, reoccurring theme, but not one she's heard mentioning a scared hammer before.
Never-mind the mention of a 'Prime' and 'Megatron'.
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"It's the AllSpark. Glowing ball of super-concentrated energy? Sometimes inside a container, like an ark?" Slipstream gestured what she thought were its approximate dimensions, showing a cube-like, but more rectilinear shape. "Grants life?" Were they talking about the same AllSpark, here?
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"We do not have such a thing here, in this universe. The AllSpark Cube, the Well of Allsparks, your AllSpark... It occurs in various worlds, but not here." She paused thoughtfully.
"Not yet, at least. Primus granted us our life, though such a device could easily be an extension of Primus' will, elsewhere."
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That one didn't exist seemed ridiculous. It was something incredibly ancient and immeasurably powerful. It was, and had been, and would continue to be. It could be dispersed, exist in parts, and be reformed, but not destroyed.
Slipstream sneered without vocalization. Primus on the other hand was some kind of belief; a story of personal deity for dim processors who and couldn't handle the abstract truth.
But, thankfully, Slipstream's self-preservation algorithms were active, and she didn't see the worth in mocking religion, particularly that of a powerful bot, so long as no one was asking her to accept the belief.
So, she shifted expression to smile and nod, smile and nod. "Right. Will of Primus. He granted Cybertronians life. That lore...?"
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"It is hardly lore."
...Even the generally mild-mannered Solus. Her optics narrowed, before briefly shuddering closed entirely. Nexus could keep this one.
"More to the point. You are repaired, and free to seek out your patron - your glyph indicates my brother Nexus."
She gestured out, to where the others stood speaking with arrivals.
"The big one," she clarified. "He will be able to assist you further."