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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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Knock Out's face was calm, pleasant even, but not his eyes, and with that and his words, Korra took the hint.
Still, it was supposed to be a civil conversation, so Korra didn't take an obvious martial stance, though her body remained tense and she crossed her arms.
She watched the two carefully, quietly.
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The small organic at least seemed to defer to the red mech, and Wing was thankful that it did not intervene, relaxing his stance again.
"I'm sorry but that language does not sound familiar. What system does it originate from?"
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"He doesn't seem to know your language, I'm afraid," he informed Korra, after the appropriate lexical shift. "I'm more than willing to translate, of course--" Even if he wasn't exactly thrilled about the duty. "--but I'm going to need you to bear with me, all right?"
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The girl nodded. "Sure, thanks for the assist."
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"Unfortunately no, I'm sorry to say." Wing shook his head. "So you may be forced to translate, unless you have an acceptable way of transferring a data packet."
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He gestured at himself. "I'm Knock Out, and my squishy little friend here is Korra," he said, then switched languages and repeated the introduction the other way. "He says his name is Wing."
He turned his attention back to Wing. "I don't suppose you have any idea where we are?"
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Korra picked at her bandaged back, and winced. Not a good idea.
But it reminded her of something.
"Hey, Knock Out, could you ask him if he's seen any water around?"
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He inclined his head to them both as introductions where made.
"Unfortunately I do not know much of this place. I awoke here only recently. Some of the constellations are familiar" he points out a few and tentatively names them, "but it's been a very long time since I've been on Cybertron and this looks nothing like what I remember."
He noted the small organic's question and awaited a translation.
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Knock Out, obviously, hadn't exactly made the connection yet. This time when he looks up, he actually focuses on the stars and not the disquieting white void, and...
And now that he was looking, he could recognize some of the star patterns. He'd never been much of an astronomer, and he'd been away from Cybertron himself for a long time, but there was no mistaking it. "Scrap. How can this be Cybertron?!"
He was distracted enough that it took him a moment to comprehend Korra's question and convey it to Wing. "Ah... water. She wants to know if you've come across any water."
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She looks up at the stars again, because Knock Out had done so. They still made no sense to her, none of the constellations were right! Or familiar, she supposed.
Korra switched from the stars to looking back at Knock Out and the one called Wing.
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He could only shrug helplessly. It was all quite perplexing. Still, having confirmation that his memory of the night sky was correct was comforting at least.
"Water?" Wing regretfully shakes his head at Korra, "No, I'm sorry, not that I have seen. I shall keep watch for it however, can I assume it's an important survival factor?"
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"And nothing happened," he added. "I just... hadn't realized where we are, that's all. Our new friend here informed me."
Cybertron... Scrap. He looked back to Wing. "I've never seen it like this myself." He scuffed a foot through the junk at his feet, sending an alien looking tangle of curved wire rolling. "War-torn, of course. And I'm sure the Terrorcons didn't do it any good. But... this?" He gestured around at hilly landscape of debris, much of it non-Cybertronian, and shook his head.