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

[nexicpolarity]

"Something wrong with that?" Nexus asked with a glance towards the red one, before looking back towards the one he had mentally noted as 'big blue'. (Comparatively. Though he had to admit, he liked the color scheme.) "We get by, you know? Didn't seem so big when we were the only ones here. As for energon..."

A somewhat sheepish grin.

"It'll take more than that to get you home, sorry to say. You came in through the Lambda up there, and right now nobody can get close enough to see if going through gets you back."

[automobile_enthusiast]

"Ahah, did I say there was?" Knock Out offered a smile; it was wide and overbright and he was stressed out enough that he didn't trust the sincerity of it, but it would have to do. "I'm just surprised, that's all."

He couldn't keep up the friendly charade for long, though. "The what?" He looked up-- and of course the most notable thing in the sky was the wide white anomaly. He gestured up at it, the movement sharp. "That? You mean that?"

It seemed impossible-- but it wouldn't be the first impossible thing he'd encountered today.

[brokendown]

"Aw, scrap." Breakdown was a bot of few words sometimes. All of his plans for getting home were quickly dissipating. "What about your big flier?"

[nexicpolarity]

A smile was a smile. Nexus figured he'd give red the benefit of the doubt, shrugging off any perceived harm. Stress was natural, though he had offered to get them going. Maybe if he started to walk, they'd follow?

He spoke as he began to climb, briefly glancing up to where a golden shape could be seen flying inthe sky.

"Vector? He can get pretty close, but something about it scrambles his sensors. I wouldn't ask him, anyway - he's tried, but he'd try again, and then feel bad when he couldn't get any closer than he could before."

There was some very dry humor there.

[automobile_enthusiast]

If he was walking, they really had no choice but to follow. They could always strike off on their own again, but this little stranger was the closest they'd yet come to answers about this place, and Knock Out wasn't one to so easily relinquish a source of information if he didn't have to.

Of course, following him meant, well, walking. This was going to be a trial. Knock Out held his arm up to Breakdown in an unspoken request for assistance. Only with his partner's help could he hobble up the hill after Nexus.

"Hmn. That poses a bit of a problem, then, doesn't it?" he remarked neutrally. "Do, ah, people come through this... Lambda of yours often?"

[brokendown]

"Uh, more important, where are we going?" Breakdown walked in stride with Knock Out, putting an arm back around the doctor for support and protection. He felt protection was a little more important now, and other mechs wandered around nearby, and strange sounds rambled drunkenly around crumbling piles of piecemeal.

The little mech seemed like he knew a lot more than he was ever going to let on. But he was the best thing they had. And Breakdown needed to get himself and his partner to safety.

[nexicpolarity]

"Occasionally. There hasn't been any for a while," Nexus called over his shoulder, hoisting himself up on a mass. "We thought that it was all over and done with - used to have a system set up where instead of waking up in this junk heap, you'd be back on our quadrants. As for where we're going..."

He looked around, using his 'height' as a way of getting a better look.

"...soon as I figure out where Solus is, I'll tell you."

[automobile_enthusiast]

Knock Out glanced up at Breakdown, then stopped at the base of the mass. No way he was going to try scaling something like that on his bad leg, even if it would probably be an easier prospect for him than the little mech.

"Is this Solus another one of you? Another Prime?"