re_alignment_logs | 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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Oblivious, Optimus brushed more falling debris from his frame. It was a constant, scattered rain, mostly just irritating, and did not keep him from continuing his search through the junkheap.

Of course, every once in a while, something bigger would fall through, and his audials twitched, turning to watch when something the size of a human aircraft fell through with a crash less than a mile away, sending a heap toppling. It was easily enough to cover the sounds of a little human child, scrambling through the junk piles...

Maybe it was the dirt on his glasses? That crash almost knocked his right off, to say nothing of him off the heap. He fell to his hands and knees, eyes wide as he tried to keep his balance from getting any worse, and then looked up again, reaching up to wipe some dirt off his glasses.

"Opti-mus..."

No, on second look, it wasn't him.

That, however, he actually heard. Glancing around, Optimus finally spotted the tiny human on the ground, optics flickering in surprise and concern-

And recognition.

"...Raf?"

He moved carefully, kneeling down to get a closer look at the tiny human he had met only briefly, in a world foreign to them both.

...wait.

It knows him? He, even? And...he is Prime?

Raf blinked through smudged glasses, trying to figure out some sort of reason, some sort of logic as to why Optimus would suddenly have such a different form, such a different shape...sure, the colors were all right, and there was a lot more that was familiar, but...

"You...look different," he decided on, tilting his head.

"Different? -ah."

Optics tilting with a sort of sad recognition, Optimus shook his head.

"A Optimus, not the one you know. Unless you've been to a place called Axiom Nexus before?"

"Never heard of it." But it was clear Raf wouldn't mind hearing about it. It sounds interesting, if nothing else - as is the thought of being 'a Optimus'.

How many of them were there...?

"Unsurprising." He nodded slowly in understanding, optics betraying the faint smile under his mask as he gazed down at Raf.

"Axiom Nexus was a place much like this one, with a rift that pulled in many individuals from varied worlds. The Cybertron it was on was far more progressed, but various 'copies' of people, so to speak, could exist among each other.

Including a version of you."

He paused briefly, watching the boy for confusion.

"I know it is a great deal to grasp, but I met him briefly before I left. So I have met 'you' before, but I am certainly not the Optimus you know."

For all this is baffling him...Raf's smart enough to draw a few conclusions.

"Parallel universes." The theory's common enough, really, and he does have first-hand experience with worlds that are...almost identical. Though the Shadowzone didn't seem to have any...native...people. "How well did you know me?"

He'd like an idea, at least, so that if he's talking with someone he'd become as familiar with as the Optimus of his own world...

"Exactly," he agreed readily, before sighing and shaking his head minutely.

"But I did not know that 'you' terribly well, I am afraid. He simply was not there long enough before we were finally released, and I had many other concerns."

He leaned in a fraction closer, trying not to crowd the small boy despite the sudden upwelling of obvious worry.

"Though I find it...strange that I have already encountered someone I knew from there, out of all the beings in the universe. Even if you are not the same individual. And this one so much less hospitable to human kind..."

That was a sudden, sharp concern. How would the young human survive here?

A nod. "It sounds like a good story, at least." Maybe if not necessarily about 'him', but certainly about that whole place. Assuming...they'll have the time to tell it.

"I can breathe, anyway. And that's a start - when Jack when to Cybertron, he had to go in a space suit."

He sputters briefly, torn between amusement and horror.

"...I think we might have already noticed if you could not breathe here."

Though hopefully the different atmosphere and light has no lingering effects. Human young were notoriously fragile, even within their own earth environment.

"I am currently more concerned about fuel and medical care."

"Yeah..."

To say the least.

"Ratchet's here. He's already helped me on Earth, when I got hurt really bad - I know he'll be able to help here. Fuel..."

Well, that.

That he doesn't know.

He nods slowly, unsure of what he should even say if there was truly no fuel for the human to survive on here.

"...If your Ratchet is here, surely he will continue to assist in your survival. As will I."

...it earns a smile.

"Thanks, Optimus. Let me know if there's anything I can do for you, too."

For all that it's worth...but if he can help the Autobots back home. Then surely there's something he can do here.

"I will."

And he truly would, aware that even a young human could be of help - especially one as versatile as Raf. He nods down at the small being, before standing back up carefully.

"Keep safe. I am going to continue my search here for others - contact me if you need any help."

OPENING LOG: Awakening

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Deerrrrrrp Axiom feels so long ago now ...as was the start of this thread :x

ONLY TWO MONTHS 9_9

ONLY two huh? @_@

TWO AND A HALF?

TWO AND THREE QUARTERS?

......i c wut u did thar

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