OPENING LOG: Awakening

[re_alignedmods]

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

[wheeljackofalltrades]

That's funny. Wheeljack didn't REMEMBER falling asleep, or even passing out. Then again, he was notorious for taking quite a few blows to the cranium, and that could make any bot pass out. Something heavy from the Jackhammer probably fell down upon him. Just his luck, huh? His eyelids didn't seem to want to cooperate, resting heavily on his optics, struggling to open themselves. Falling unconscious or not, a morning person was not a term to describe the Wrecker.

After lying there musing silently, he peeked an eye open a sliver, and the blurry image only caused both optics to come online, the baby blue light illuminating the area around him. What the scrap...

This wasn't Earth. He hadn't stayed long on the marble, but he knew Earth when he saw it, and this was pretty far from what he'd come to experience. The stars he'd gotten to know when spending nights outside had all jumbled themselves up in a neat little puzzle, remaining a mystery once again.

Had he been ambushed? Taken to another planet?

Perfect.

And then, the Wrecker glanced down at his surroundings. Oh, that was classy. Thrown into a junk heap like a bunch of scrap metal? Call him Mr. Lucky. His eyebrow perked as he began to shift himself out of the wreckage, using the light from the distance to see what exactly he was under. The sheet metal was easy to kick off, but the larger pieces definitely required more effort, and Wheeljack had to utilize both hands to toss it off his abdomen.

"These guys sure know how to give a proper welcome, I'll give 'em that." he muttered to himself as he rubbed his helm, sliding to his feet to get a look around.

With both light sources, it was hard to tell which direction to go, and thus, stood at a crossroad.

Sword robros are go? (maybe Jack can hear him?)

[sword_redemption]

So. Death. It looked a lot...junkier than Drift had imagined. It also smelled horrible. He hadn't read every text out there, but he hadn't yet run across one that said that the afterworld smelled like corruption and ick.

Kind of like...the Red Rust.

...well, this was going to be hard to turn into a bright side.

He groaned, shifting the weight of his chassis, trying to summon the energy to move. If he was here, Ratchet was too. And maybe--maybe, the DJD.

'Rude awakening' didn't even begin to cover this.

Sword bros are definitely go!

[wheeljackofalltrades]

The shifting metal on the junkpile caught the Wrecker's attention, and...he wasn't causing it. That piqued his interest as he strode over, starting to pull some of the sheet metal away from the pile. Whatever it was that was causing it, they were about to get a warm welcome.

"Anyone down there?"

Annie waking up (TLDR this post only)

[clay_doll]

The first shred of awareness that returns to Annie is the sense of being draped prone over something with her hands hanging downwards at the wrists and her legs locked straight. The surface is hard, smooth…metallic. Her whole body feels heavy against it, weakened enough that the mere concept of lifting her head seems daunting. Only partial thoughts float to her mind as she strives to drag herself out of the unconscious state until a name spears through the muddled fog.

Robin!

With a startled gasp, her eyes snap wide open as her whole form jerks in response to the jolt of alarm to darkness. Breathing the air more quickly in and out of her lungs for a brief moment, a whole thought finally crosses her mind. She is breathing. She knows she should not be alive, and yet, her senses are relaying information to her, her mind is turning, and her memories… Her memories are intact. She remembers Robin and those last moments of her existence being spent fighting with her creator to give Robin a chance to run. Annie had sacrificed herself to protect him and give him a few precious seconds to escape. Yet, he had watched her struggle instead.

Was he still even alive? Or had Clayface…

Dreading the answer to the question she cannot finish without feeling sickness in the pit of her stomach, Annie closes her eyes tight to focus and begins to drag herself up from her awkward and uncomfortable position. Drawing her arms back in against her sides first, she then rotates one leg to bend up and gets her shoe against the metal surface. With a press downwards through both arms, the young female pushes herself up slightly with her form trembling at the initial effort and draws her legs in one at a time to bend together to one side.

Annie looks around herself, and through the darkness, she notices some tiny points of light from above between the large metal sheets overhead. She had woken in a pocket beneath them, and quite suddenly, they begin to shift and move followed by a voice. The shifting of the panels destabilizes them however, and the pocket begins to shrink rather quickly. Letting out a startled yelp as one of the panels comes down to press against her back, she reaches to pull against the metal on which she is laying and kicks with her legs across the top of it to roll and drop off in order to get out from under the panel coming down.

Her landing below brings a rustle of items, the surface not solid like the one she had come from but made up of a lot of small objects. It is rather uncomfortable really, so she quickly pushes from it to sit herself up and look upwards to watch as the metal overhead is shifted away piece by piece.

What could be moving such huge sheets of metal?

You may also have some greenish blue deer

[sword_redemption]

Ummm, okay. Things are moving. First question: is this the Red Rust? That mech, the one with the really lame name who had gone after Pipes, had he been hallucinating or something?

One thing for sure, this isn't a Medibay or a MARB.

But if he's been dumped here, half covered in junk, then maybe the others were, too.

"Ratchet? What happened?" He tries to roll to one side, stopping as something...moves. Something not Cybertronian. "What the...?"

((ooc: he's speaking Cybertronian at this point because he's not quite sure what he's seeing.))

[wheeljackofalltrades]

When the being surfaced, he perked an eyebrow. He'd...certainly never been called Ratchet before. They were like night and day. The guy was just probably just spaced out. His hand was extended, offering to pull the stranger out.


"Ratchet? Nah, I'm nothin' like the Doc. Just hold on, I'll get ya out."

[clay_doll]

The movement of one of the two large metal structures on either side of her beneath the metal sheets is not only surprising, but unsettling. Letting out a gasp, Annie presses her warm back up against the metal side of the one structure that had not shifted. Little does she know she's leaning against the inner leg of a robotic alien life form.

Listening to the voices filtering through the gaps between the metal above, Annie cannot understand the language they are speaking. She could say something, and probably should lest the metal come crashing down on her in the shifts, but...she cannot bring herself to try. She has no idea who or what is outside her junk cavern, and she isn't certain if she wants to find out. Perhaps they would lose interest and she could worm her way out later once they had moved on....

[sword_redemption]

The Red Rust is leaking from Drift's optics: his vision's a bit...not so good right now. But it does seep in, just before he touches the proffered hand, that this wasn't Ratchet. Or anyone he recognized from Delphi.

"Stay back!" Drift scrambles back, trying to clear space between them. And stops, feeling something warm against his leg. Warmth that, you know, wasn't his oozing rusting systems.

He blinks, squinting down at the figure. Human? There weren't any humans on Messatine that he'd heard of. "K-konnichiwa?"

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Wheeljack took a step back, holding his hands up in his own defense as Drift flailed about. First off, you look terrible, man. That rust is pretty dangerous...

"Easy there, buddy. I'm an Autobot. Unless ya got a thing against Autobots, we shouldn't have a problem."

His eyes trailed along Drift's line of sight towards his leg, perking an eyebrow.

"Somethin else down there?"

/derp! Please poke me next time I leave a tag waiting this long!

[clay_doll]

Unable to see any figures herself through the slight openings above, she hears the drastic change in language for one word, but still does not comprehend it. Tensing slightly, she pulls away from the metal at her back and shifts to her hands and knees to move herself backwards further away from the light between the metal sheets while staying close to the metal structure.

Gingerly, she tries to crawl over the rather strange surface below her to keep as quiet as she can, but the junk beneath her rustles under her weight.

[sword_redemption]

Well, frag, that didn't work.

"We have a problem," Drift says, "two, really."

His range of movement is limited--the last thing he wants to do is damage the thing that looks like a human with a clumsy movement. But at the same time, he doesn't want to expose Wheeljack to this.

"You need to get away. And yes. I'm...not alone in here."

That came out sounding weird.

He tries cycling through several Earth languages. Maybe one will work. "Guten Tag. Bonjour. Hello. Anyonghaseyo."

[raceme]

Blurr was still trying to untangle his right leg from the pile of wreckage and clearly not being very successful. He was starting to feel nervous and panic when he heard the voice and looked over his shoulder. That other bot looked a bit like Wheeljack but...at the same time he did not.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

The flailing was hard to miss. Wheeljack's head tilted to the side, taking in the sight for everything it was. You're...quite the frantic one, huh. He walked over, and without so much as a warning or other word, grabbed Blurr by the head and started to pull him out.

A bit brash, but effective.

1/2

[raceme]

See, this is exactly why he doesn't like not being able to run away from crazy people that might try to behead him. Blurr lets go a surprised yip yelp and flails a bit more. Be careful with the spike on top his head, that thing's sensitive.

2/2

[raceme]

Wheeljack's methods do the trick and his leg is finally free from the mess. The impulse made him fall back guards, however.

"T...thanks. Now would you please if it's not much to ask let go off me I really appreciate the help because I don't enjoy being trapped at all and I have no idea where I am or how I even got here in the first place but you are holding my head and touchingmyspikesopleaseletgoletgoletgo..."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

It didn't take too much effort to untangle the bot from that mess. He was rather small. In fact, he almost mistook him for Arcee until he spoke...and...boy when he spoke, he spoke fast. Wheeljack just stares in almost-amusement as the bot chatters on and on before letting go, much like one would when dropping a creepy bug.

"Easy there, motormouth. Join the club."

[raceme]

He would take offense on that if he knew what was going on in Wheeljack's head. Fine, she's slim and built for speed rather than fight but he's taller than a fembot. Except if you count Strika. Let's not think too much about that.

Blurr looked immensely relieved. "Iantakingiteas...Wheeljack is that you? You look difference did something happen? Perceptor modified you?"

[wheeljackofalltrades]

"Ya heard of me?"

He'd honestly never met you before in his life, so obviously you've heard the stories about him. Probably told by Bulkhead.

[raceme]

"Yesofcourse! I talked to you before I left to earth for my next mission don't you remember? You was busy discussing something with the head of Science but you even wished me good luck and...I when did you get so tall?"

Confused younger mech is confused.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

No, in fact he doesn't remember that at all. And just the mention at the word 'science' means you definitely got the wrong bot for the job. Also you're a dork.

"Can't say I do. 've always been this size. Maybe it's you that shrank....you sure you're not a femme?"

Blunt Wheeljack is blunt.

1/4

[raceme]

Blurr being a dork is nothing new.

Congrats Wheeljack you managed to confuse him further to the point he's left speechless.

2/4

[raceme]

3/4

[raceme]

4/4

[raceme]

Speechless for 5 nanoseconds, that's it.

"WhywouldIbeafemme!?"

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Oh, you're a riot. Wheeljack likes you, buddy.

"The frame didn't give you the slightest tip off?"