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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?

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Starscream blamed the universe for everything wrong that ever happened to him -- mostly. A certain percentage he also blamed on Megatron. It was always someone else's fault other than his own.

This instance was no different.

First he ended up in a strange castle and was shrunken down to almost human size. Then weird things happened with Jetfire (which he still wasn't sure what to think about. It was complicated). And to top things off he awakens again in yet another strange place.

Though it did have a certain familiarity about it.

Unfortunately his first several moments were wasted trying to get out from under Jetfire. He didn't even take notice of his surroundings until sometime later after he decided to wander a bit.

At least his internal diagnostics were reading normal, but he couldn't wrap his processor around what was going on.

"Why do these stupid slagging things keep happening to me?!" He actually made a fist and held it slightly towards the sky as if he were speaking to another force.

Not that he believed in such things.

No really, he didn't.

Though on a brighter thought, he noted that at least he wasn't alone to suffer. Jetfire was also here, and it was a silent comfort, though he wouldn't admit to it being one.

He kicked a piece of debris as though he needed to outwardly prove just how annoyed he was. Which maybe he did.

It's the sound of debris pinging its way down the junk pile that catches Ratchet's attention. He freezes and looks left and right nervously, watching to see if any of the junk is liable to start cascading down onto his head anytime soon. Luckily, it looks stable -- the cause of the noise is a mech standing just over the ridge.

With a frown on his face, Ratchet comes closer, not calling out, but not bothering to hide his approach, an dmostly unsure what to make of this new mech. He's so ... bulky.

Starscream didn't notice at first. In fact, he kept on ranting. But it was rather silent flailing, which continued for awhile ... until he realized someone was watching.

He stopped like he hadn't been doing anything out of the ordinary at all and just sort of glared at the mech who sort of looked familiar but not enough for Starscream to care.

"Great. An Autobot. Are you the welcoming committee? Because if you are, I want to speak to your manager and complain about the services around here."

Normally he'd be on guard for that sort of thing, but he had a giant walking shield somewhere nearby if this was some sort of Autobot trap.

"If I were the Autobot welcoming committee to a Decepticon, I'd probably be carrying more than my little knife here, now, wouldn't I?"

He waves his blade-hand in the air -- it's really not all that impressive looking if you're used to giant cannons like Megatron's... but it's still a weapon and he's hoping that will keep things civil.

"That said, I'm not really in the mood for an altercation at the moment. I've got no idea where we are right now and from the looks of things, you don't either."

He says it in a way that implies that he doesn't think the other mech knows much about anything at all... because if the Con does, his pride might prompt him into spilling the details.

"No one ever said you Autobots were exceptionally intelligent."

Starscream snapped back and eyed the blade-hand. He didn't seem particularly threatened or impressed by it. But he had actually been shot by Megatron's fusion cannon before. Not much else could really compare.

"If I had any idea, do you think I'd be standing around here, talking to you?!"

Decepticons had better things to do than fraternize with Autobots.

And Jetfire didn't count.

"Dunno. No one ever said you Decepticons were all that intelligent, either."

Ratchet raises an eyebrow, and smirks. Since this Seeker obviously has no information of use to him, he just wants to see how long it'll take for him to blow up.

He's sort of a glitch like that, sometimes.

"Wonderful. An Autobot who is attempting to have a sense of humor. Let me tell you just how much I love Autobots who think they are funny. It just thrills me to death."

It's okay Ratchet, Starscream was a horrible glitch himself and they were both certain to annoy one another.

That small piece of debris made contact with the Wrecker's shin, and he couldn't help but gaze down, wondering how it just managed to fly out of thin air like that. Oh right, other people could be here. His optics followed the trail to the source, only to find...

Whoever the scrap you were.

"Huh, haven't seen a bot like you before."

Starscream turned sharply at the voice and just sort of stared for a moment. The voice was different, but the design was sort of familiar.

Kinda. Not exact.

"... Wheeljack? Or are you something along the lines of his long lost brother? The whole ... having a mouth thing is kind of throwing me off."

Another bot who recognized him. Was his name that infamous? Judging from the wings...you know, the ones with blatant Decepticon marks, he's going to assume you're one of Megatron's thugs.

"And what if I am? I'm the only Wheeljack I know of. Got a problem with that?"

What's this about a mouth? Doesn't everyone have one of those?

"You're an Autobot -- that in itself is a problem. But since I'm more concerned about where the slag I ended up now, I'll let your unfortunate status slide for now."

Really, he wasn't going to ~~completely~~ pick fights with everyone. He then folded his arms across his chest which was the least aggressive stance that Wheeljack was going to get from the seeker.

"You bein' a Con is no picnic for me either, Princess. I got no fraggin' clue where we are either, but a little exploration never hurt, yeah?"

Same with the Wrecker. At least not until he got to know them better. He'll definitely love to hear your name, at least.

Princess?!

Oh, that one earned a glare along with a point from his finger.

"My name is Starscream -- the current leader of the Decepticons." As far as he still believed anyway. "Do not refer to me by that term again or I will blast you into atoms, understand?!"

He straightened up slightly after his little blow up. "You may, however, refer to me as Lord Starscream or anything along those lines."

"You...?

You're Starscream?

HA!!"

Don't mind his laughing, he just hadn't heard anything this funny since-

Wait, scratch that.

Lord?

"In your dreams, sunshine."

"What's so funny?!"

He didn't get it. People should tremble in his presence! Not mock him. Only he was allowed to do that to other people.

The seeker finally snapped at the sunshine comment and threw his hands up in the air in an annoyed flail.

"Stop with the nicknames already! I have had enough of this."

The reaction just gets an even bigger kick out of him. You're far too screechy to be Starscream, and that's a tough award to beat.

"Cause I just know the real Starscream. And you are the worst impression of him I've ever heard."

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"Yuuta!"

There's been no luck in finding his most treasured human companion- his very best friend in the world, and it's becoming more and more distressing.

"YUUTA!"

Deckerd's search is only interrupted when he happens upon yet another strange looking bot. Not like the last one he'd encountered... this one is more boxy looking like himself.

His first instinct is to run up and ask him if he's seen a little boy anywhere around here, but the fact that he's painfully aware of a language barrier stops him.

Instead he just sort of stands...

Like a deer in headlights.

Lifts a hand to wave.

"H... hello." He chews on the word like gum, obviously not used to the pronunciation at all.

What the slag was a "yuuta?" Starscream heard the calling before he saw the bot in question.

He was increasingly growing tired of all this confusion and how no one knew what was going on. Despite that it was still probably all of Jetfire's fault. It always was.

Or maybe he could just blame it on the new bot who was staring at him and awkwardly saying hello. He looked like an easy target.

"What's with the stupid looking helmet?" Starscream replied in regular ol' English since that is what he was greeted with.

"Though it is a slight improvement over Megatron's giant bucket. But still. Really. Who are you supposed to be?"

He didn't see an Autobot or Decepticon brand anywhere. But that didn't always mean everything.

Well. That was all Deckerd had.

He looks clueless, shrugging. Okay, trying another approach here. Maybe this one speaks Japanese? He's not... terribly hopeful, but it's worth a shot.

"I'm looking for a human boy. Have you seen one around here?"

If Starscream doesn't understand, he's not entirely sure he has the patience to stick around and mime it out this time.

Oh, apparently this one didn't understand english too bad. And he was apparently speaking ... Japanese.

Even if Starscream didn't understand, he'd still point a finger directly at Deckerd and look all offended like.

"What did you call me?!"

Because this was much more fun than talking normally.

Oh no- he must have said something wrong. Deckerd's hands go up in a disarming gesture.

"N-no, uh. I just... oh. Please don't-"

He doesn't even know what the guy is angry about.

"Please- I'm just looking for my- ah..."

This is probably the worst thing here yet.

"You know, you're too easy."

Starscream's expression switched to a rather smug grin instead of his accusing one.

He should have thought about doing this with the humans back on Earth.

Then again they usually just ran screaming from him, so that wouldn't have worked.

But at least now he has a chance to harass a giant Japanese speaking robot.

Oh the fun.

"I wonder if you are Earth created or you were just corrupted by their society."

With that last remark he reached out and poked Deckered on his hat-like helmet.

He seems entirely surprised, and even more confused.

"Ah-... can you understand me?"

He's about to try to explain himself but there's a finger jabbing into his helm and he jerks his head away, looking just a bit offended.

This is.

Obviously going to be interesting.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

Starscream actually spoke in Japanese back to Deckerd and he doesn't seem to mind that he probably offended the blue-ish mech.

He considered answering in a completely different language, but the guy seemed like he was still easy to pick on no matter what.

"What is your name?"

So he has something to attach to his harassment victim.

Well. Okay.

Deckerd really doesn't know what to say to that, other than answer with his name. This mech is larger than he is, and he gets the feeling he's being toyed with.

It's rather discomforting.

"Deckerd. And you?"