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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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"Oh. Ah. Greetings."
He shakes hands, unsure how to proceed.
"I'm Ratchet, Chief Medical Officer of the Autobots stationed on Earth. What's your designation, and do you know anything about where we are and what's going on?"
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"Greetings...sir Ratchet. Ratchet? Sir it's me agent Blurr member of the Elite Guard the intelligence force of the Autobot fraciton did you forget? You look a bit different too did something happen with Megatron and the clones after I got transwarped with Thundercracker and Skywarp? I'm not sure where are we but it's of great urgency that I contact Ultra Magus to tell him about the double agent spy Shockwave innocent lives are a stake!"
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"Er. Well."
When Blurr stops speaking, Ratchet holds up a finger and frowns, processing all the information that has just come at him. Unfortunately, he's not really sure what to do with it.
"I'm not sure if I've ever heard of... but that might just because of the war and the fact that I've been stationed on Earth for so long without communication." He trails off, then actually looks at Blurr, optics bright now that he's got a plan. "Right. I need you to tell me what exactly happened with Megatron, why clones are an issue, and who Thundercracker, Skywarp, and Shockwave are. Shockwave especially, because if there's a traitor in our ranks, we need to know as soon as possible."
He honestly can't think of any way a traitor could be part of the Autobot's close-knit group on Earth, but perhaps this Shockwave was set to arrive? It had happened before, after all.
1/idk God, you had to ask.....
no onenot many mechs can keep up with his speech speed."Yessir!" Oh god, get ready, Ratchet.
2/idk
3/idk
4/idk
5/idk
Then I exposed the identity of the real Decepticon spy to my superior Longarm Prime and…
Done~
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So, when Blurr cuts off, Ratchet's expression is quite confused, and all he can say is "... and?" in a voice that is trying to be commanding, but mostly sounds rather lost.
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Welllp, there goes Ratchet's confusion about the names and events that Blurr had been talking about. He's much more concerned with his physical well-being, thanks.
"How much pressure was exerted? Do you have any damage?"
As Blurr is obviously an Autobot, and Ratchet is an Autobot medic, he has absolutely no compunctions about getting up in Blurr's space with his medical scanner. Permission is for mechs who haven't seen their comrades wave them off, then die from internal fuel leaks.
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"My processor listed all the damage in my system when I was onlined again but a few nanosecs later the warnings disappeared sir now I am not certain how much of me is compromised since my pain receptors aren't burning in agony...."
He drift off when Ratchet gets all over him. He's not going to oppose to a check up. "....uh."
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"Well,the good news is that outside of a little bit of natural strain and wear, you look to be in fine condition. Granted, I'd have to do a full physical to check, but..." He look sup at the rift in the sky, frowning. "whatever brought us here must have had some sort of healing effect on some of us."
It's odd, because he's sure that Knock Out's damage couldn't have all been suffered after being brought here, so he'd come in with all his injuries intact... and yet here was Blurr with barely a scratch on him.
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"Thankyousomuchsir. I supposed that's our small consolation IT's good enough for me an-y-thing is better than being offlined. You was injured too?"
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and sizeare reminding him somewhat of Bee, and he can't help but be just a little charmed by that."No, not injured. I was heading through a land bridge, last I remember, and then... well. I woke up here."
And nothing will drag the details out of him with regards to that ignoble beginning here. No sane mech wants to admit to waking up with a face-full of Decepticon codpiece.
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"I wonder who dragged us here and why THIS can't possible be accidental." Blurr looks up at teh lambda and frowns. "Idontknowahatsthat."
Now that was a funny way to arrive and you know it. At least you and Knock Out made it out alive, Ratchet.
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He is definitely worried about who might have pulled all of them here. It can't have been an accident -- not with this many Cybertronians pulled from so many different places.
And if you don't ask about Knock Out, Blurr, Ratchet won't tell you.no subject
He won't ask because he doesn't know the rd Decepticon yet. Your secret is safe, Ratchet.no subject