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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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Again.
If McCrane was the type to swear, he would have. He'd hoped the other robot alien would have some clue to...something. To some piece of the mystery. To more than Elita had known.
His frustration was apparent, though it wasn't directed at Wing. Against all odds, there was no unifying factor amongst the people who were waking up here. None of them remembered how they'd gotten here. None of them had similar pasts. None of them even knew what could have done this.
Still, he tried to respond as best as he could to the query about time and presence, understanding the gist.
"I have been awake for nearly two hours." It had been eventful, to say the least. "Looking for fuel, and for clues, and for anything familiar." Anything.
Thus far, he'd found Gunmax.
And there'd only been one real, unifying clue.
He reached out, letting go of the hilt for a moment, pointing to the symbol on Wing's arm before returning his hand for the sword to translate.
"We all have this."
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Two hours. Longer than Wing had been awake to be sure. And fuel. Oh, yes that could be a problem. "What do you use for fuel? I'll need to search for my own fuel but I can keep a look out for you too."
Wing looks startled a moment when McCrane points to the glyph. He cranes his neck to see around the bulk of shoulder nacelle, and low and behold, a complex golden glyph on the surface of his arm. He ran his fingers over it tentatively, then looked at McCrane's symbol which was different.
Yet...familiar. Both of them were.
Wing cocks his head a moment and kneels, hand sliding down the dark blade of the sword, his thumb trailing over the glyphs in its fuller. None of them matched, and the blade's markings were much simpler, but the strokes and curves seemed to share a kinship.
He looked up to McCrane. "I think they may be Cybertronian in origin. But I have never seen them before."
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No.
He'd mentioned looking for fuel.
That must have been what Wing meant.
With a nod, he reached down to his side and unlatched his fuel door, showing the gasoline hatch inside. He could technically drink it to ingest, as well, but this was much more universal looking.
"I have a combustion engine, which can use either gasoline or diesel." It depended on the need. As a construction vehicle, he worked better with diesel, but it wasn't always easy to find while out on missions.
He was more pleased to see Wing concentrating on the symbols, however, especially when he seemed to draw a correlation between the ones on their arms and the ones on the sword. 'Cybertronian' seemed to describe them both.
"Ancient," he ventured a guess, since that had been how Wing had described his sword.
He slid his fuel hatch closed and looked around, as if this new piece of information would give him more to go on.
When it did not, he sighed. "But not enough information. I will need to talk to others, to learn more."
It's good his gas hatch isn't where Deckerd's is. (!!! How FORWARD! We've only just met...)
Combustion engine? This throws him for a moment until he taps his historical archive. Interesting. In contrast to their sentience and mechanical complexity they had a remarkably less advanced fuel system. And it was only thanks to exposure to other alien cultures that he any clue what gasoline was.
"Finding fuel of that type here might be difficult. If we knew its chemical make-up it would be easier to find on sensor readings." He tapped the side of his helm, near his optics, realizing that the concept was likely too complex to be communicated properly.
Wing nods at the word "ancient". Whatever the glyphs origin were, it was either very old or very new. Still, the Cybertronian influence was comforting to him.
And he has to agree with the last statement, as it's pretty easy to decipher. "Are there more here you think? Perhaps scouting the area is a good next step?"
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He shakes his head.
At 'scouting,' though, McCrane gestures off toward the distance. There's movement out on the piles of garbage.
"I will talk with them." He points. "If I learn anything, I will try to get in touch with you."
He looks down at the sword, and up at Wing, wondering if he even needs to ask this next question, but erring on the side of being polite. Just in case.
"Will you be alright, if I go?"
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"I will be fine. I'll the opposite direction--" He points over the ridge behind him," --and see what I can discover. Then we can share any information we find."
He gives a nod, "Good luck to you then, friend."