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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.))
Re: AWAKENING
Pharma transformed.
The ground found him anyway, what seemed like years later. The ground, that was not white or soft, and the sky above that was strange and clear.
Pharma sat up with a groan, glancing around in complete bewilderment. He was not dead. A good start. But he was not on Delphi any longer. That much was made apparent by the lack of snow and the abundance of....junk? Had the entire fight with Ratchet and Drift been imagined?
The jet medic raised a hand to scrub at his face and discovered that he had no hand. Both wrists, in fact, ended in stumps that coils of inert wire spilled from like innards. Not imagined then. A fleck of red spattered on his arm, dripping down the white plating.
...Definitely not imagined.
Re: AWAKENING
Wing crested the top of one hill, wishing he could properly calibrate his ranged sensors, when movement caught his eye. Close, just down the hill to left. What appeared to be a seated figure, potentially another Cybertronian, though previous meetings forced him to withhold all judgement.
He moved down the slope in the direction of the other, making plenty of noise to announce his arrival, hands out and open as he hailed the stranger. "Hello?"
Re: AWAKENING
The jet medic reacted with shock, scrambling backwards the best he could without the aid of hands. But as the other cybertonian came closer it began to become apparent that though he shared characteristics with Drift, he was not the same mech.
"Who are you?" he asked, when Wing was as near as he would come.
Re: AWAKENING
"P-Primus..." Wing closed the remaining distance quickly, slowing as he grew close, trying not to further spook the other. He knelt a pace or two away, speaking gently, "What's happened to you?"
Now that he was closer Wing noted several things. The medical trappings were familiar, as was the Autobot brand on the medic's chassis. That at least answered a few questions. But what was that on his face...a strange rust red streak over his cheek, with more of the same welling from the other optic? It was nothing he'd ever seen before, and was...vaguely disturbing.
The knight recovered his composure, remembering the medic's question. "I, forgive me. I am Wing. I mean you no harm. Can I help you?"
Re: AWAKENING
"Do not get too close to me," he warned. "I am infected with the Red Rust plague." The plague he had invented himself, but no need to tell that to random helpful strangers. Especially since that was exactly whom he was going to be relying on for a while now.
"I must get to a clinic. Do you know this area well?"
Re: AWAKENING
Wing froze at the word 'plague'. That...was not good. Nothing but bad in fact. On the brighter side of things at least this mech was a medic, whom was certainly better equipped to address the situation than he. Well--Wing considered the state of the medic's hands--from an intellectual standpoint at least.
A medic without his hands. It was a terrible thought, and he flexed his own in sympathy. From the look of the damage, the clean and consistent terminations, it was an extremely sharp object that severed those hands.
"Who did this to you?" Wing breathed.
"A clinic?" Wing asked, his tone a touch disheartening. "I'm sorry but I've only been here a short time. Beyond telling you that this--" He gestured to the junk pile surrounding them, "--stretches for kliks on all directions, I can't say much."
Wing knew that wasn't much help. They could start walking but without knowing a direction it was hard to say where. He really needed more information.
"I can scout from the air. It's a risk but I'll take it. Perhaps there's some signs of life elsewhere or at least shelter. Or maybe I'll find someone who knows more."
Re: AWAKENING
Pharma considered his answer very carefully. "A maniac with a sword," he replied, making a chopping motion with his good arm. "I am at a huge disadvantage without them, as you can see."
The medic frowned. Nothing but junk for miles? That...was not very promising. If he did not find the materials needed to reconstruct the antidote he would suffer the same fate he had engineered for the residents of the Delphi clinic. Unacceptable.
"Yes, go. Quickly," he agreed, holding back a small shudder. His other optic was beginning to flood now as well, red liquid trailing down both cheeks.
Re: AWAKENING
"Is this 'maniac' around here? Those wounds look recent."
Wing scanned the area again with a keener eye, searching for signs of enemies or combat that he might have missed.
"If you think you'll be safe here on your own, then yes, I will go and find what help I can."
Re: AWAKENING
"That, I cannot determine. I have only been here for a brief time myself and have not been able to do much exploring for obvious reasons," he replied with a shrug. "As for my safety? Again, who knows? But I would rather have a chance at survival then sit here and die in 'safety'."
Re: AWAKENING
Wing set a marker for this location in his HUD and jogged away, putting some distance between him and the medic before leaping into the air and transforming in a somersault of shifting metal. The stark white of the jet's peregrine form stood out against the twilight sky as he blasted away in search of aid.