OPENING LOG: Awakening

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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.))

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[vo5]

It was far too quiet. Or rather, what noises he could hear weren't the right ones. That was V's first thought as he started waking up. Being unconscious was odd--he didn't remember passing out--but not inconceivable, considering his last memory was of Kaito's attack throwing him backward to the ground.

But if he'd been knocked unconscious, someone would have been trying to wake him up. And even if they weren't, Kazuma's son never seemed to be able to stay to silent for longer than half a minute. He'd be making noise, even if the others were quiet.

Then he opened his eyes to find an unfamiliar sky twinkling back at him. It wasn't same sky as the field spell Cosmic Frontier, and the stars were in all the wrong places otherwise, and that wasn't counting the weird glowing line and two moons. He carefully sat up to get a better look around. The world around him wasn't much better; his Duel Coaster car was nearby, but everything else was alien. Another field spell? He briefly closed his eyes and willed his D-Gazer turn off, but no, when he opened his eyes again, the world was still completely unfamiliar.

And the others weren't anywhere to be seen.

"Kaito?"

Silence.

"Kaito!" he called again. "Yuma! Kaito!"

Nothing. Either they weren't here, or they'd also been knocked unconscious. V was more inclined to believe the former.

Plan B then. He reached for the power Tron had given him to open a portal back home. He would have had to return home eventually anyway, now that he was out of the tournament. But the familiar swell of power came and went and no portal was left behind. And that was wrong. He should have been able to open a portal from anywhere.

On Earth. If this wasn't a field spell, and he couldn't teleport home, then obviously this wasn't Earth. Somehow. Perhaps it had been losing a duel while using a Numbers? But nothing like this had happened to III...

V slowly got to his feet and reached up to pull his hair back behind his shoulders--and that was when he noticed it. There was a mark on his right wrist, half covered by his sleeve and glowing very faintly. It reminded him of their crests in a way, IV's specifically, or Tron's, though it was far less elegant.

Well, he wouldn't find any answers while sitting around. That was what Mr. Kazuma had said all those years ago, and he'd been absolutely right. So he made a note of what his surroundings looked like so he could find his way back here for the coaster car, and then started picking his way through the rubble.

[rotafortunae]

The questions were these: were there any humans here, and did anyone speak English? Anyone?

He'd snuck past a few other huge robots arguing among themselves, but those had been speaking a completely different incomprehensible language than the first robot. Troubling. And again, protocol said he wasn't to speak with the inhabitants, but the Dark Corridors weren't taking him home (he'd tried; they led right back here) and, well...

And then--a human. Maybe. Certainly not a Nobody or a robot, at least. Worth a shot.

"Oi!" he shouted. "Do you speak any English?"

[vo5]

V hadn't been wandering very long when he heard someone calling to him. Or so he assumed, since there really wasn't anyone else nearby.

And it seemed to be a human. Excellent. He liked robots as much as the next person in Heartland, but it was very odd to actually be outnumbered by them.

"Yes," he said, heading over. He wasn't going to shout if he didn't have to. "Although I might be a bit rusty. I haven't needed to in a while." And indeed, he has a bit of an accent, but it's mild at most.

[rotafortunae]

"Not as rusty as some of the fellows running around this place, eh?" he said, smirking just a little. "I'm not used to so many machines in one place..."

[vo5]

Well, that gets a bit of a smirk out of him. For about half a second. It might have been a full second if this were another, less worrying situation.

"I haven't seen any robots quite so large before," he said with a slight frown. Lots of robots in one place? Yeah, sure, all the time, but there were usually around three feet tall.

[rotafortunae]

"I've seen a few," he said. "But they tend to be rare, and they're never this smart."

He didn't feel any need to elaborate that these were heartless machines he was talking about. Enough that he'd seen machines.

"If I'm not mistaken, I think those gathered here are from quite a few different worlds, as well," he said. "But none I've ever heard of..."

"... and goodness, how impolite of me not to introduce myself. My name is Luxord," he said.

[noparachutes]

The Driller had been sent out to look over the planet for him, allow him more time to think on things - better determine how they'd arrived at such a planet and how best to return to their work.

Eventually taking a look at things on his own was a necessity, and it wasn't long before he could hear a voice calling out. What language he couldn't quite make out, but it certainly was something speaking.

Interesting. The planet was inhabited? That would change things.

What Shockwave didn't expect to find when he approached was a human of all things. The planet hardly seemed like a place that could support the annoying creatures, yet here one was.

A moment to contemplate destroying it or not was in order.

[vo5]

V had been in the middle of climbing to the top of one of the piles of junk to get a slightly better view of the world when he heard something very large approaching, though he waited until he reached the top to actually take a look. If it wasn't friendly, it wouldn't really matter where he was, he was sure.

One of the robots. Good, he had been hoping to run into at least one of them. They were fascinatingly different from the ones he was used to, not in the least because of how big many of them seemed to be. Even the Orbital series rarely transformed to be taller than 12 feet.

Of course, he knew what the various Orbitals were capable of, and that they were rarely something to mess with. Anything bigger than that...

Well, that really only mattered if it wasn't friendly. And he was content to just watch it for a moment to see what it would do.

[noparachutes]

No screaming, running, nor looks of fear. Interesting, and not the most common reaction from humans when spotting him - not from the non-military ones. And even they showed fear.

Slowly Shockwave makes his way closer to the human, peering down at it with his single red optic.

"And what is a human doing here?" he questions in English. He knows other human languages, it was needed, but English always seemed to be the one most humans responded to.

[vo5]

As Shockwave approaches, V still doesn't really slow any fear, but he's definitely a tad more cautious. This situation didn't really call for anything like fear just yet.

He does frown a bit at the English, but he easily answers back in the same language, although with a slight accent. "I woke up here." Another frown, although this one is more thoughtful than anything. "Do you live here?"

[noparachutes]

A human woke up here, much like himself and his pet. A human woke up and was able to survive on this mess of a planet. Able to breathe. It raises many questions, if this human was not originally from the planet - nor did they come by their own free will.

"Would anything live in this wasteland." The question barely dignified any answer. If he lived in such a place. Yes the Cybertron he called home wasn't the best looking, not any longer, but it still was not like this.

It did not seem like anything was native to this planet.

"You simply awoke here?"

Nothing else?