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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.))
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He had better things to do with his time than to play scavenger. Digging valuable items out of the rest of the trash in the junk pile was what they had the Acolytes for, and any creature that couldn't crawl out of the debris field on its own wouldn't last long on the planet. Not without a great deal of attention and special care.
Megatronus coddled no one.
Then again, if the Acolytes were right and weren't simply confusing oddly-shaped piles of garbage for refugees - did he have absolute trust in their leader's judgement, and did he trust Liege not to abscond with the choicest of those incoming?
Not long after he'd considered those questions, a light bloomed at the northern border of the junk pile and a heavy, metallic sound resonated across the area. Megatronus looked down from the sturdier pile he'd landed atop and sure enough, he spotted smaller forms moving around below. He began to make his way over.
Time to see which of them were worth the effort.
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Something more definitive was required.
A sudden flash of light, light not coming from the streak in the sky, caught his attention. The sound that followed peaked his interest even more. Something familiar. Something clearly not human. Preferable.
In no rush he makes his way towards the light, pausing only when he catches sight of a figure not too far off. Something... Someone quite large, possibly Cybertronian. Possibly with answers. Or, simply something to remove from his way to them.
Only one way to find out.
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The newest creature to approach him before stopping (at what Megatronus chose to interpret as a respectful distance) was clearly mechanical. More than that, he couldn't tell without a more thorough investigation.
He gestured towards the other mech, beckoning him over.
“You, then. Go on. They always have questions,” he called out.
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The design was odd, somewhat similar to the way he had previously been before Optimus Prime had damaged him. Similar, but not quite. Not that much like Swindle's either.
Intriguing.
And this larger mech clearly knew what was going on.
"Do you expect any in this situation not to have questions." It's less of a question itself, and more of a statement.
"Judging by what I've seen so far, returning to Earth will not be possible at this time. Unless you know of a way, you cannot answer my question."
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The design was markedly odd. Complex. It almost seemed exposed, really, with the number of intricate surface details he could pick out. An interesting take on armor in any case; though it would hardly be a fair fight, he decided he'd like to see how well it held up in an arena match against him. Maybe later.
“Why, precisely, would you care to return to Earth for that matter? Unless you're studying the local population of organics.”
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He's a scientist, there are times he does act like it.
Shockwave doesn't move as the other mech circles him, not even bothering to turn his head. There is no concern, for the moment this other is no threat. Nothing that needs removing.
"I have a task I must complete," straight to the point. "For the future of Cybertron, and the destruction of the Autobots."
The destruction of the Autobots being slightly more interesting to him than Cybertron's revival. It would always be the path for him, not the goal.
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They were all Cybertronian, weren't they?
Megatronus chuckled. If Solus couldn't build a bridge back through the Lambda, no one could – especially not this little mech, however highly he thought of himself. The assurance and lack of fear pleased him, however. This one might be of use.
“There is such a thing as a one-way trip; thus far, no one has ever managed to travel the Lambda in reverse. You're free to spend your time imagining ways it might be accomplished. Until then, your 'task' will have to wait, though you may help build the future of this Cybertron.”
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"The Lambda-" Shockwave finds himself pausing, attention perked by what he hears next.
This Cybertron.
This pile of scrap they were on was Cybertron? A Cybertron? It did not look it, and that-
"This is Cybertron... Explain."
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It took him 3 nanosecs to decide that it was safer to avoid the newcomer, at least until he knew what was going on. Blurr used his incomparable speed to put some distance between the two.
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Megatronus' head snapped towards Blurr, gaze locking onto the smaller mech. There were many an unpleasant, scurrying thing that came through the Lambda and made their home in the Junkyard. If that were the case, he was more than prepared to dispatch it.
If being the operative word; best to make sure it wasn't one of the newest wave of refugees, first.
“In your position, I would check my footing before sprinting over it. Not all ground here is stable,” he called out in Blurr's direction. Monsters didn't usually engage in conversation.
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He rather go home than live in a junk pile if you ask him, he was trying to figure a way out when the giant mech appeared. The advice surprised him, both because he was noticed and because he was expecting a much violent ration from someone who was bigger than a Decepticon. He stopped moving and looked up, the insignia in his chest and the golden tattoo in his arm more visible now.
"It's not really the best place for a race no no MY right wheel got stuck a few nanosecs ago in the pile but now I'm trying my best to avoid that and watch where I am going THANK YOU for the advice sir...eh...sir!"
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That was the thought he was contemplating when a large being appeared and he practically fell backwards into the piles of junk.
"Oh for the love of Primus, what now?!"
And then his thoughts went straight back to really wishing he had that reset button.
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“Mind how you invoke the name of the Creator,” he warned the smaller mech.
Megatronus tilted his head, looking down at Starscream, then looked up at the tear in the sky above. If this one recognized Primus... They'd already seen that the Lambda could bring them fellow mechanical beings from worlds other than Cybertron itself.
“Are you Cybertronian, then, or merely familiar with our history?”
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"Great. So not only are there freakish looking mechs around, but now I run into a giant religious follower. I already had to deal with one nut-case Primus-fanatic, I don't need another."
If anything, Starscream lacked common sense -- especially when he was frustrated.
So he then huffed and folded his arms across his chest.
"And no, of course not, I'm human. Can't you tell by all the squishy parts?"
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Jets did have a terrible tendency to get flighty and hop into the air around him. Best to keep this one pinned on the ground for a proper chat.
Beyond that, Megatronus outwardly seemed to react very little to Starscream's needling, continuing their conversation in an even, level tone – though it was likely hard to read his expression from under the mask.
“Either you can accept that those currently inhabiting Cybertron are under the guidance of Primus, or you can side with Unicron's forces. Choose carefully.”
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That did not go as planned.
Starscream's survival instinct did kind of kick in after being pinned to the ground by the larger mech's foot. No more pushing all of the buttons until he was a safer distance away.
He made a mental note to remember that.
"... Right. Gotacha. But ... You're not going to make me actually read the Covenant of Primus and go worship in a temple or something are you? Because that's really not my thing."
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Megatronus snorted. Amusing, too, what ideas some of their descendents had about the will of Primus. The only one who had any need to hole himself up in a room and commune with their Creator was Prima himself. For anyone else, it was more to comfort themselves than to aid the god.
“Provided you're not worshipping in the house of the Chaosbringer, I don't particularly care how you spend your free time. I'd rather see you putting effort towards more practical ends. What's your name and your function, mech?”
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Starscream hated not being in control of a situation. He especially hated having someone who could literally push him around. This was like Megatron 2.0.
But to answer the giant guy's question ...
"My name is Starscream and I am the leader of the Decepticons."
Technically. No one needs to know that's only because he claimed that status after blasting Megatron right out into open space.
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And then she looked up and up and--
Oh. Yeah, she had definitely found one of the really tall spirits.
Sudden fear flooded her. It was just so big, and she so small.
That fear prompted flame to flare to life in both her hands, and she crouched into a battle stance, eyes narrowed and her body tensed to move quickly.
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If they weren't smart enough to move out of the way when a larger, heavier being had already chosen his path, well, they probably weren't long for the land of the living anyway.
This one, though – this one caught his eye. Flame always did. He paused before her, lifted one massive hand, and called forth a similar bonfire in his own palm.
“Unusual skill for an organic. A natural property of your species, or are you unique?”
Small though she was, he still would have had to be particularly blind to miss his own mark on her arm. Fitting that she should be aggressive; superior to the average flesh creature.
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The girl kept the shiver within her body, deep in her chest (and thought of Amon's story, of nonbenders and firebenders and if they had no training and no one stepped in they were really helpless and vulnerable to being engulfed whole in flame).
Korra dimmed the flames in her hands somewhat, shifting them to low burning dagger shapes she now held down at her side rather than raised and prepared to attack. But still she kept them on, and at the ready. Just in case.
"Um...both? There are people who can firebend like this--ah, call up flame--but then I...."
Oh wait, should she be saying this now? But she had unthinkingly started, she had to finish it, even if she was self-conscious now.
"Well, normally people can only bend one element, like people can only bend fire, but I'm the only one who can bend--ah, control other elements too, like the earth." And with that, Korra flicked off one of her fire daggers and made a pillar of stone rise with that recently free hand, before making it fall back down.
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Starscream was bored. And frustrated. He didn't particularly feel chastened for anything he'd done. Just irritated. Death was not supposed to be permanent for him. At least not until he'd gotten everything he deserved. And lived for a long time after that enjoying it- that is.
"If I'm supposed to have the urge to get on my knees and apologize for every terrible thing I've done- it's not working!" he yelled defiantly into the emptiness.