OPENING LOG: Awakening

[re_alignedmods]

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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/posts this correctly, whups

[vectorianpolarity]

They were back.

Perhaps not the Lost, but Vector had been convinced that there would be no more Refugees, and that they had failed in their duty to safeguard them and to cleanse the Badlands - perhaps not a final failure, not by any means, but enough to lower his spirits as he sought a way to recover. He had been so convinced that there was yet a way for them to push forwards, to recover that which had been stolen from them, but this-

-if nothing else, if nothing else, they had to arrive first and ensure that what Refugees were there would be safe from the Badlands' call. In the center of the Haven, surely they were as protected as they could be when not in the care of he or his brothers, but...they had been wrong before, on that matter.

And Vector Prime was determined not to be wrong again.

He arrived high in the air, transforming and beginning a flyover. His curiosity could wait, for now, as peaked as it was; his vantage point gave him the opportunity for reconnaissance, and he was going to take advantage of it.

//I'll try and neutralize any threats.// he called through their communications. //It's possible some beasts came through as well.//

[sword_redemption]

Drift stops as the comm reaches him. For a moment, he doesn't move, long enough for droplets of rust to patter down from his chin, streaking his legs.

//I am a threat. You need to stay away. Keep everyone away.//

[vectorianpolarity]

In his eagerness, Vector seemed to have not paid as much attention to how many he was broadcasting to. But for all of his initial startlement at a new voice- he settled quickly enough, and grew serious.

After all. A threat that actually bothered to identify itself...

//Explain,// he ordered.

wow so i'm a moron who cannot read tags right, orz

[sword_redemption]

//Contagious. It was killing all of us, on Messatine. I've got it.//

Drift has made some preeeeetty bad impressions before, but this is probably a whole new subcategory, even for him.

//You need to keep everyone away. And my body after...after I die.//

It is hard to be a ray of sunshine when you're pretty sure you're Patient Zero.

other people read it the same way, so i think it was my bad - though i think it's funnier this way!

[vectorianpolarity]

That was unexpected. Vector balked in alarm, transforming in midair and trying to pinpoint the source.

Contagious - that meant disease. He hadn't seen them very often, only in Refugees, but he understood that they could be quite serious.

//Your location?//

[sword_redemption]

Drift has no idea where he is. Except 'not Delphi'. And 'not Messatine' either. Or the Lost Light. All he knows for sure is where he's not.

Which is probably not helpful.

//....there's a big pile of metal on the right, about a mechanometer away to the east. BIG.//

It's the only landmark he can think of.

[herodecoded]

What was this? It seemed he was built with a communicator as well as branded. Whoever they were, they had knowledge. But what or who they worked for remained to be seen.

//State the nature of these beasts as well as your own.//

[vectorianpolarity]

//Unmarked monsters, or soon to be monsters- have you discovered whether or not you bear a symbol?//

As for himself, well.

//I am Vector Prime.//

[herodecoded]

He gazed at his symbol, then returned to the communicator.

//So are the one behind this branding?//

A Prime. A PRIME. He swore those were relics of an old Cybertonian era.

//Your name is unfamiliar. Either the records of history is guilty of falsehood or you are.//

[vectorianpolarity]

Those were precisely the wrong words to say. In an instant, indignation mixed with anger had filled Vector Prime. This stranger dared insult his honor?

No...calm. t was precisely because he was a stranger that he questioned it. Still, Vector could not keep the irritation out of his voice as he answered, most of his effort spent in keeping his voice level and perhaps icily polite;

//It was not my doing. And I offer another thought; history has not been yet written.//

[herodecoded]

Perhaps his wording was too strong. But no matter, he would make it up later.

But the Prime's words were troubling. Had he indeed fallen into the past once more? Destiny had taken over once more, something very troubling indeed.

//There are those who say the future is already written. I've seen otherwise, yet I know my future was already engraved for all time.

What tome do you seek to write, Prime?//

[raceme]

He was bigger than any other mech Blurr have seen before, even bigger than Omega Supreme. Blurr was slightly startled when the communication reached his processor and the glyph in his arm shinned. He could tell an authority figure when he saw one.

Blurr didn't try to run away, he just keep a safe distance from the bigger Cybertronian but otherwise not moving. It was important to observe before try any sort of reckless action and the blue mech hopped that he was fast enough to put some distance between them if it was necessary.

[vectorianpolarity]

There were so many down there - Vector couldn't recall a time when so many had appeared at once, not even when this had all started the first time. It would be difficult to keep track of them all...

Still, he felt a twinge of frustration that some seemed to be running from him. All right, certainly, he was a strange figure in a strange land and no doubt they were confused and uncertain...

//I mean no harm,// he said, focusing his comm on one of them. One at a time. //So long as you do not, in turn.//

[raceme]

It's more the fact that you are like a million times their size, Vector. It's nothing personal really. Certainly if they wanted to cause the others bots harm they all would be dead by now. Blurr approached Vector and he did it at a slower pace (slow for him, at any rate)

// No sir I most certainly won't cause any unnecessary trouble sir but might I ask what is this place? Do you know how and why we arrived here?//

[vectorianpolarity]

He's not that big. Compared to Nexus, he's quite short.

Then again, compared to Nexus, everyone is short.

Vector transformed in midair, somersaulting once as he came in for a landing - even with his speed, he cut it quickly enough that he was able to hit the ground with hardly more a disturbance than if he'd simply jumped off.

Blurr would have come up to his waist, or around there. But he kept a short distance between them, to let the mech approach at his own pace.

Which...seemed awfully fast.

//You're on Cybertron. As for how and why - that must be blamed upon the Lambda above you.//

[raceme]

Maybe but Blurr is a tiny thing, Shockwave was twice his size only and he already towered over him.

My point exactly.

It was fast, yes, but Blurr stopped before invading any personal space. He didn't want to annoy the bigger mech or put his own safety at risk.

//Cybertron? But that makes no sense sir I manged to get there already after that unfortunate incident with Starscream's clones Thundercracker and Skywarp and I was there still when I exposed the identity of the real Decepticon spy to my superior Longarm Prime who sadly was in fact the deceptions spy we were looking for and allthisjustmakesnosensesir.//

Excuse him, he was a bit agitated. Being crushed into a cube and nearly dying twice does that to people's nerves.

[patokichi]

He'd seen it, and for lack of anything else, this was his best bet. Despite the feeling he'd gotten. One direction he seemed like he should be going- instead he'd taken the shortest route.

He needed answers.

Immediately. Which is why as he approaches, he almost seems surprised to hear it.

"Hey!"

Okay- no. Don't sound angry. Don't be accusatory... he's not like that.

"Uh excuse me?" Deckerd, for all it's worth, tries to remain polite in everything. He tries not to jump to conclusions, but he's missing a certain person that should have been with him, and he's more than a little agitated.

Regardless, panic won't do him any good. He must remain level. Whoever this is... does not seem like a threat yet.

"Excuse me? You there- yes hello?"

Any warning is entirely ignored. He must find Yuuta.

He really does have a one-track processor, sometimes.

[vectorianpolarity]

He's being hailed back? Approached by someone on the ground, if he can tell correctly; Vector's sensors adjust to focus on the grounded figure, and then he swerves to adjust his course. It now takes him lower, slowing as well as he prepares to land.

//A hello to you as well.//

[patokichi]

Deckerd brightens visibly. Oh thank goodness he understands him.

"I'm Deckerd with the Brave Police. I'm looking for answers here, can you help me, please?"

Ever so polite and formal, he even throws a little (habitual) salute.

"I'm not really even sure here to start, but you seem like you know where we are at least." His smile of relief turns slightly sheepish. It helps he doesn't feel threatened by this...

Whatever he is. (Probably another being from Cybertron, he's guessing. That is not a BP model.)

WELL THIS SURE DID GET LOST

[vectorianpolarity]

A somersault, a turn, and Vector lands upon the ground as though simply stepping on to a lower level. The ease and grace is so ingrained that any showing off is natural, rather than flaunted.

"You stand upon Cybertron," he answers, "and I may be able to help with your questions. What are they?"

Re: /posts this correctly, whups

[winged_knight]

Wing noticed the other airborne frame high in the sky. He'd almost missed it, given his attention had been focused on the ground.

He needed to find help. For Drift and for the medic who's name he'd regretfully not obtained. And if necessary, Wing would query anything out here that moved of its own accord to accomplish that.

But this one seemed, different? The size alone was exceptional but was there something else? Probably his own desperation adding a hopeful touch of the fantastic. Regardless, he'd discover who or what this other denizen of the sky was. Wing shifted to an approach vector.

((LOL, using that word is going to be punny and weird now XD))

WELCOME TO MY WORLD now think of vector graphics

[vectorianpolarity]

The approaching jet was noticed soon enough; it was one of the few fliers Vector had seen at all, much less heading in his direction. It was clear that it wasn't just performing a passover of its own - at that angle, it was attempting to meet him.

Adjusting his own path, Vector tried comming them; their flight seemed strong enough. He doubted they'd needed to land.

//Greetings.//

If you pull his handles does he change shape? 8|

[winged_knight]

Wing notices the change in course and matches it, moving to pace the much larger jet. He is impressive, greater even then Dai Atlas, and unlike anything the knight has seen before save small notes of familiarity here and there.

//Hail. I hope I'm not intruding. Are you local to this area?//

((just guessing on the Dai Atlas thing))

if you pull his handles you get swatted!

[vectorianpolarity]

//You are not - and yes, I am. This is Cybertron, my home.//

If you don't mind, he'll just be angling around a bit, clearly trying to get a better look at the other jet - don't follow him too closely, you'll make it more difficult. He's searching specifically for a symbol, any sort of symbol, hovering just off the armor...

//My name is Vector Prime. And yours?//

Re: if you pull his handles you get swatted!

[winged_knight]

//So it is Cybertron!//

You'll have to pardon him, it's been a long time since he's called any version of Cybertron his home. And a symbol? He'd help you out with that if he'd managed to see it for himself. Feel free to observe all you need however, as mildly awkward as it is.

And he'll just pause a moment as that name tugs at something in his memory banks...though for now it seems buried too deep. But if he seemed polite before, he is perhaps even more-so now.

//I am Wing. I am seeking for aid for two who are stricken down on the surface. A medic and a swordmech like myself who are suffering from a plague.//