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re_alignment_logs2012-06-21 04:54 pm
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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
The last thing he remembered was dieing. Not an infrequent thing for him- he'd done it at least half a dozen times during his short stay on Earth. But this time had felt different. The horrible pain of the all-spark fragment being forcibly pried out of his head and then the slow, cold spread of grey death throughout his body. Even then he still hadn't believed it would be permanent. He could not die. Not before he'd achieved everything he desired. Gained everything he deserved. The universe owed him at least that much.
"Why is it always a garbage heap?" he shrieked, starting to get insulted by the frequency of the occurrence. "Who the frag is just going around dumping bodies onto filthy barges?!"
Probably Megatron. Or one of his awful clones. He was willing to bet Slipstream wouldn't even think twice before throwing his empty shell away.
...Or the autobots. They had been the ones to kill him in the first place after all. Funny how their credo of peaceful conflict resolution did not apply to him. Good thing he had no such pacifistic beliefs. Someone was going to pay for this.
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Something didn't feel right. This wasn't-
His optics snapped online, already halfway to his feet before he could fully process what was going on.
This wasn't their base. So far as he could tell, this wasn't even Detroit. But no matter where they were, it didn't change the fact that he wasn't alone. He'd heard that voice too many times before, and knew too well the trouble that always followed it.
Starscream.
Axe drawn, he tried sending a silent ping to his teammate's frequencies before he made any move to confront the Decepticons. The last thing he needed was to be forced to engage Starscream on his own, without knowing the playing field.
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The tinny crunch of a flimsy piece of metal behind him alerted the jet to the presence of another. Starscream swung around, arms up, null-rays aimed.
It was Optimus- the tiny blue autobot that got in his way from time to time.
"Oh," he said, lowering his arms.
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He lowered his axe, but kept a firm grip on the weapon. He trusted Starscream about as far as he could throw him - and, he knew better than to confuse mercy with arrogance. The Decepticon didn't consider him a threat.
"Where are we?"
Optimus had his doubts that Starscream was the one responsible. The feat of transporting them both aside, the Decepticon was far more likely to target Megatron than he was any Autobot - and even then, why only bring him? If he was hoping to wipe out any opposition, he had bigger threats to worry about; taking only a single 'bot out of the picture didn't fit his somewhat... grandiose style.
But that didn't mean that he didn't know anything. Starscream may not appreciate teamwork, but sharing information would have been the fastest way to get out of this mess.
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"Good question. You going to torture that one out of me like the decepticon coding?" he sneered, folding his arms and adopting a snotty stance.
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He knew that Starscream often relied on goading, but... normally, it required some context based in reality. Stasis cuffs weren't pleasant by any means, but torture? And why would he be interested in Decepticon code? Maybe whatever had dragged them to this junkyard had rattled his processor.
... More than it already was.
"I think it's safe to say that torture is off the table," he replied sharply, optics narrowing. "But if you're the one behind this, then it would save us both time to come clean now."
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Taunting Optimus was proving to be a great way to vent his frustration at his current situation. Sure, he still didn't know where he was but at least he had someone to take it out on.
"Me? Oh, please. My evil plans make a lot more sense then just dumping everyone in a junkyard."
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"Imprisonment hardly classifies as torture, Starscream."
How was any of this about what the Autobots wanted? The AllSpark had always been in the Autobots' possession, despite the Decepticons' best efforts. If Starscream had managed to take it, they'd fight to get it back - but with it being dispersed, that was no longer an option.
'He's just trying to confuse you.' Well, he was doing a good job of it.
He vented a sigh, shaking his head.
"Do you have any idea how we got here?"
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"Tell that to your scientists. Or your Magnus, perhaps? It was his ship after all," Starscream purred, leaning down and prodding the autobot right on his brand.
"Not a clue. Then again, I could be lying. Have you tried calling for any of your buddies?" The magenta jet would have done so himself, except for the fact that everyone in the Decepticon army wanted him dead at the moment.
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"Ultra Magnus wouldn't stand for torture," he said firmly, despite his own uncertainty.
There was no way the Autobots would have resorted to torturing Starscream. Despite everything he'd done, despite his faction - no one deserved that. It was a line that separated them from the Decepticons. The scientists might have... studied Starscream's code while he'd been held captive, but... torturing it out of him?
"If we're both trapped here, lying isn't going to help you escape anymore than it will help me."
He wasn't about to freely offer up the fact he hadn't been able to contact his team.
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Unfortunately, as amusing as messing with Optimus was, the enjoyment was starting to wear off as reality crept in. He was wasting time- time better spent figuring out where he was.
"Lying, no. But flying, maybe. I'm out of here, unless you have any other ideas."
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While he refused to give Starscream a reaction, it had planted the tiniest seed of doubt in his mind. What had happened aboard the Autobot vessel? Surely Ultra Magnus wouldn't have allowed any sort of invasive experimentation, even if it was Starscream. But then... why mention it? It seemed a bizarre thing to taunt him with, without reason.
Shoving the thoughts aside, he tried to focus on the situation at hand.
"I can't believe I'm even suggesting this, but... I think we have a better chance of finding a way out of here if we keep in contact."
Unless of course, Starscream found the exit first. Optimus knew better than to think that he'd offer him a way out. At least it doubled as an excuse to walk away unscathed.
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"Asking for my comm code on the first date? How forward of you!" he said with a leer. Was the autobot really that naive? Could he really be unaware that the deal he was offering benefited Starscream the most?
Perhaps that was why he'd even bothered to suggest it.
"Okay, autobot. You call me if you find something," he agreed, transmitting his personal comm frequency with a grin.
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Someone was approaching Starscream from behind, none to stealthily. Whoever it was, they didn't seem to fear the seeker, doubly shown in his voice. And it was true. Starscream's voice was...something to be desired by his own opinion, and he honestly didn't blame whoever threw HIM in there. He was doing the world a favor, actually.
"Take it this happens to ya a lot."
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Blue optics, ground vehicle mode, and ah- there. An autobot symbol. But this one was a bit bigger than what he was used to. Not nearly large enough to threaten him, but certainly not the toss from hand to hand size he had gotten used to in his own world.
"Got a problem with my voice? And it was only twice," he snapped in response.
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He's got the seeker look to him...but he seems a lot more colourful than any he's remembered. And...there's the voice thing too. He'd remember that a century away.
"Just twice? Goin' for a record?"
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"I think dieing twice is a record in itself, wouldn't you agree?"
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"It's impressive, but ya've got nothin on Megatron."
His head tilts up slightly, as if acknowledging him.
"You got a name, screechy?"
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"Supporting Megatron? I would think someone of your faction would be eager to put him down - no matter the subject," he hissed. "And the name's Starscream. Obviously."
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Starscream? That name just brings out sudden feelings. In his fists. It's like Wheeljack didn't even think about it as his fist just punches Starscream for probably no other reason than to just punch him.
It's just a thing you do when you hear that name.
"...Oh. Sorry about that."
He wasn't sorry.
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"What the frag was that for? Do you want to be torn to scrap?!" This Starscream has the shoulders of a football player and at the moment he is this close to tackling you and committing all of the fouls.
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"Sorry 'screamy'. It's just a habit."
Bring it, pinkie. Wheeljack's small, but he can take a hit.
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He's still thinking about walloping you back. It's just weird that you're.... laughing.
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Figured I'd pay him back for the hospitality when I saw him again...guess you're close enough."
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"And how dare you compare me to what is most assuredly an inferior version? If it had been me, you'd want to do more than just punch!"
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