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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.))

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When his Acolyte had first come up to him, Prima had all but dismissed him out of hand. He had just finished a commune with Primus, and was tired - such took much of his own energy, even with the various devices he had to focus it and ease the way. The most he wanted now was a refuel, perhaps-

-at least, until the Acolyte had dutifully reported that there had been a far larger fall through the Lambda, and that the others had all gathered it up in the Junk Heap as they had been directed, but it was unclear on a prior order and requested clarification - the Marked Ones were included in that as well, correct, overriding the previous directive to bring them to the Haven...?

Prima had gone still for a good few seconds, stunned...but within minutes, the call had gone out to the others. Leaving the Acolyte with orders to prepare, he spacebridged the distance to the Junk Heap, arriving in a crouch before drawing himself up to his full height.

There was movement there. And while the Acolytes were simple, they were rarely outright wrong - there were those who bore Glyphs, here. Marked as allies, Prima only briefly regarded his fellow Firstforged before beginning to approach, his only hesitation where he put his feet in the unstable mass of junk.

McCrane had been doing plenty of investigating on his own terms.

With Gunmax and without him, he had noted at least four different glyphs, all on arms. He had noted the presence of humans, and the presence of other robots which did not appear to be terrestrial in origin. He had noted that they were most definitely, definitely not on Earth.

He had noted the junk, and how half of it did not seem to be actual 'junk' at all.

And now, he had finally noted the thing he had been waiting to see for a great, long while. These were robots without glyphs. These were the robots who had brought them there.

The communication he received from Gunmax was returned, glad to know that the motorcycle detective would be careful in his exploration. McCrane, also, intended to be careful.

He also intended to get answers.

His shotgun still in hand but not actively aimed for once, he approached the being which was nearest enough to him...and pulled out his badge, instead.

"This is the Brave Police," he began, knowing Deckerd's speech by heart and feeling that it was his duty to give the spiel in his commander's absence. "For unlawful kidnapping, you are under arrest."

Oh?

Prima regarded first the mech, then the badge...then, his eyes couldn't help but trail back to the mech, searching, and- there. He recognized it, especially with its white color.

An omen, that the first he met was his own? Or at least had been considered so by whatever power had marked them in the first place...

"It was not my doing that you were brought here," Prima answered calmly, Solus and Trion's upgrade allowing him to match the language.

It was not the fact that this...alien...spoke his language that sent a shiver down his spinal struts, but McCrane was not certain that he couldplace what it was.

The accent, perhaps.

The tone.

The feeling that he'd walked into something inevitably far, far beyond his control.

All of those unnerved him, but he stood his ground. "In that case, I would like to ask you a couple of questions." He met the other's gaze, watched where it traveled, followed it...and immediately decided what he would be asking first. "I would like to begin with this." He cocked his shoulder, not willing to sacrifice either the shotgun or the badge in order to point toward the glyph.

"If you are familiar with it, please explain."

He was most definitely familiar. And as the mech was being respectful, Prima saw no reason to hesitate in his answers.

"It is a Glyph," he explained, gesturing towards it. "It marks you as something other than the Chaosbringer's, and therefore not something that should be considered an immediate threat."

'Glyph' he understood. 'Chaosbringer,' he did not.

And threat?

McCrane could only snort, somewhere between disbelief and surprise. "Of the two of us, I would not be classifying myself as the threat," he said, calmly, noting the size difference. "Who marked us, then?" He lowered the badge, but did not yet put it away. "And what is it they brought us here for?"

Prima...can't help but be amused at that. Morbidly so. "Threats come in all sizes and shapes," he points out, "and sometimes in the least likely of forms. But it is no matter, now, unless you have already discovered someone without such a mark."

He'll answer the 'who marked us' question in a moment. The other one, he can offer a better response to.

"We do not believe they are the same. As to why you were brought here..."

He points upwards, towards the white line in the sky.

"...the wound you see is in more than just this world. It has caught others, as well."

That is advice that McCrane can respect, and he inclines his head slightly. "Acknowledged." Now, the badge does go away, and both hands find their way to his shotgun. "The only one I have discovered without a mark is you." Which is, inevitably, why he is suspicious right now.

It's also why his eyes don't move toward the heavens when the large robot points upward. He knows what is there...and he doesn't want to take his eyes off you, yet.

"The scar in the sky...that is what transported us here?" It is not so hard to swallow, as an explanation. The Earth had been caught in many, many strange conflicts, not all of them terrestrial in origin...and if this scar had breached its way to Earth, then he needed to do as he was built to do.

He needed to stop it.

"What can I do to help?"

"I did not come through such a scar," Prima points out, regarding the soldier - 'Brave Police', he had called himself. "I was here long before it formed, and began to hurl all manners of things upon this world. If you wish to help me stop it, I would welcome your assistance.

"I am Prima."

"That does not make you innocent" he said, simply. He'd been through enough encounters today to know it didn't automatically make the being guilty, either, but it was not in his nature to trust immediately. He needed to have reason to do so, first.

Information helped.

"I am McCrane." He nodded, once, almost formal, in something approaching a greeting. "And I am concerned about the earth. Is this scar harming it?"

"Then take my word that I have nothing to do with marking you here, for all that suggests otherwise."

Prima tolerates the suspicion, more than anything; he does not fault him, but it is not his fault, either. And yet, they will learn.

"Earth...that is your home, I take it?"

McCrane did not entirely know if he could trust this stranger, but he also didn't know if he had much choice. Prima had been forthright with him, so far, and had been willing to disclose the necessary requirements for his ability to go home. They needed to fix the Lambda.

He nodded in acceptance. "Alright. I take your word."

For not the first time, a flicker of worry and doubt passed through him when he thought about Earth. If this giant had been unable to do any damage to the problematic scar, then it was a bigger problem than could be solved in an afternoon.

"Yes," he said, softly, finally starting to wonder when he would see it again. "I need to know that it is safe." That Build Team was safe. That...Seia was safe. "Did the scar do any damage, when Gunmax and I came through?"

An understandable distress. But one they had only so much data to answer. For all of the research, for all of the exploration, much of the Lambda still eluded them.

Admitting such would do nothing to settle McCrane. Hiding such could earn his distrust. Prima regarded the white line in the dark sky, considering his words carefully.

"As far as my brothers and I have been able to tell, the only damage is what is here - none that have come through have ever reported any warning, any sign that the Lambda had even breached their dimension. I take this optimistically, and believe that its disruption is limited to what has fallen through it."

For all that was 'limiting'.

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When the seven figures appeared, Optimus was briefly torn. Which should he approach first? None of them seemed hostile, despite their greater size. They were strange Cybertronians, on a strange Cybertron. Logically, they should have the answers he sought.

Slowly, Optimus approached the one that had appeared first; the one that shone the brightest, and oddly at that. It was just a feeling, but one he had long ago learned to listen to. Hopefully he wasn't making some diplomatical error with his choice.

He stared up at the great mech, nodding shallowly in greeting.

"Excuse me. Pardon the...abruptness, but do you happen to know what is going on here?"

Another approaching him. This one, at least, showed no signs of suspicion or hostility - wonder, yes, and confusion, but that was only to be expected.

The nod was returned easily enough.

"I have an idea." There hadn't been an influx like this for some time, but... "You have been brought through time and space to a world not your own."

...Damn. Space was obvious, but time as well? Optimus shook his head slowly, both at himself, the large mech's words, and just the very situation.

"Only an idea? Are you trapped here as well?"

Given what he saw when they arrived, he doubts it, but would be foolish of him to start slinging around accusations this early on.

"Do you know where and when I might be? And why?"

"This is Cybertron, my home. I have been here since it beginning."

Prima scans over the stranger, noting his features. He appears to be Cybertronian in form...and there, on the plating. A silver glyph.

"As for why, that is the fault of the Lambda above us."

"...So this is a Cybertron, at least." It was mostly said to himself, as he glanced up toward the rift in the sky above them, before turning back to the massive stranger. It was good to have that confirmed, at least. Similar to the city of Axiom Nexus, but not. Could this be an earlier version of that world, perhaps?

The massive mech's phrasing is...interesting, to say the least, and Optimus straightens up, giving him a questioning glance.

"It's beginning? Is this Cybertron still young, or has it been damaged?" It certainly looks that way, given their surroundings. But something else... A giant mech, there 'since the beginning'...?

"And...may I ask your name?"

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'A' Cybertron? Curious. "You've seen another Cybertron before?" Prima questions, optics refocusing on him. That was not something he expected. "This one is young, arguably not even yet born...

...and I am Prima, Firstforged among the Thirteen."

He gives the title for context - and as a test, seeking recognition or reaction from the smaller mech.

"I...have." He started, optics going wide as his jaw snapped shut with an audible click, and he stared up at the giant mech with a sudden increase in intensity.

"...I'm sorry, 'Prima'? The Prima?"

He was gawking, he knew it, but...

His world or not, the idea of legend standing in front of him was enough to get even Optimus Prime momentarily starstruck with awe.

"You have heard of me."

It wasn't a question - only an acknowledgement. While some of his other kin may take it as reason to be proud, for Prima, it only suggested familiarity with a set of stories which...may or may not have been altogether true.

"You have me at a disadvantage."

Equal footing was, at least, a start.

"Ah. Yes. It would be...somewhat difficult for me to not know of you."

He reset his optics, slowly shaking his helm, as though the massive figure in front of him might vanish with the motion.

"I am...Optimus Prime."

If 'Prima' was who he said he was...he's never felt such severe doubt when stating his own designation before.

Optimus Prime.

Prima's gaze grew sharp, almost...critical, as he observed the mech.

"Optimus Prime," he repeated slowly, not judging, only...stating.

And then, after some pause for thought, he stated something else;

"You are not one of my fellow Firstforged."

It was practically demanding - asking, perhaps? for it was not so harsh as it could have been - an explanation.

Urk.

"...Ah. Well no, of course not. The Firstforged are...legends, in my time. Half-forgotten legends at that, I am sorry to say."

Cautiously, Optimus rubbed a hand across his chin, briefly contemplating how to phrase it all despite his own awe at the surreal situation.

"I suppose the simplest explanation is that it is a title and position both, if one that is Primus-given."

And that explained it. Prima nodded, some harshness fading.

"I have heard of such legends before. Stories that we have supposedly written...and yet, not. Whatever you know may or may not be true, but I can tell you this; we have only just begun."

There was another pause; shorter, but one nonetheless as he decided how to handle this...situation.

"If Primus has seen fit to appoint you with the title, then I could do no less than welcome you." And trust that there were reasons, that further Primes had to be created in such a manner.