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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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"Not that, no." Once again, she looked back down from the sky, unaccountably... unsettled by the lambda, and not certain why. If she knew what it was and its origin, maybe it'd make sense.
"No real commonalities between our appearance here, then, beside that we did wake up here, and, whether this is... Cybertron or not, neither of us, and, I'd think, none of the other as well, should be here." She couldn't really claim transwarp was unremarkable, after all. It did have its pitfalls and dangers.
"... Well, there's transwarp and space bridges," Elita said with a shrug. "But a space bridge requires you to go into a structure that contains the machinery to create and contain the power that transports you. Transwarp is similar, but used in spaceships." So while both of those things were possible... If the transwarp had been responsible for her coming here, the whole of the Graviton ought to be too, as well as the others.
Her comm. however, was still silent.
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"And the only similarity between us seems to be that we're mechanical." At least, as far as he could tell.
They were still missing some crucial piece to this puzzle, and it was probably a corner piece.
"If this is not your Cybertron, however, then...can there be multiple ones?" That was an increasingly worrying fact to him. If, somehow, there was more than one Cybertron, then there was also more than one Earth. And if there was more than one Earth...
...then returning home might not be as simple as a space ride.
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"If there is something more advanced, the amount of energy that would require seems like it'd be prohibitive..." Shrugging, Elita looked over McCrane again, considering it. While there was enough... general similarity (given basic frame-type differences, if they could translate across "species") that she was confused as how it could be that way, he was not cybertronian, so there wasn't really anything but a surface aesthetic similarity.
"... Multiple?" Optics widening and her expression widening in surprise, she wasn't sure whether to shake her helm and just deny it, or... what. "I... suppose. Maybe that could be possible. I don't see how though."
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If he looked at the situation with all the facts laid out, however, then the only possible solution was the one that seemed insane.
"Theoretically, if the technology had enough energy to pull us through space, it...could have pulled us through time, couldn't it?" Or through reality. There weren't many other reasons for why this could be Cybertron but not be Cybertron.
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"Maybe. I'm not unfamiliar with the theory, but I've never seen, or heard, it done." Theoretically, though, she supposed it might be possible. Except that how could there be more than one Cybertron, when Cybertron was the body of Primus?
"Maybe there'll actually be answers to be found around here; if anything, none of us can stay in this junk pile." It wouldn't just be unstable and unsafe, since detrius seemed to... wait. Frowning, Elita followed the arc of a piece of junk that seemed to be... dropping from the sky?
Looking up, she could see nothing that would be the source of it - unless a ship was so far around orbit it couldn't be seen - unless it was that strange tear in space.
Either way, it would be unsafe, especially with junk continually falling down. They'd need somewhere else to stay if they couldn't get home. She futher wanted to try and find out more... and maybe meet up with someone she knew.
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Given that they'd covered all of the basics, he was getting eager to move on and see if there was anybody else who could progress the case. Elita seemed to desire a trip home as much as he did.
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"Splitting would cover more ground. I assume you're looking for others you know as well? I hope you find someone at least," Elita said with a nod, back-mounted panels shifting with her own... Not exactly unhappiness at being alone as of yet, more like... displeased.
She could do solo-jobs, but she'd been working with a crew and backup and friends for over a decade now.
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He bowed his head, and slung his shotgun over his shoulder.
"I hope there will be familiar faces for both of us. Good luck?" He hoped that luck was something alien races had, and that she'd understand what he meant by it.
Giving her a quick salute, nevetheless, McCrane turned to continue on his way.