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.))

Comments

[youhavebeenswindled]

Oh... well this was interesting.

Very interesting.

Swindle was proud to say that waking up in the middle of an unfamiliar junkyard was something he was not accustomed to. Sure, similar things may or may not have happened (depending on who you've asked) but there was something... different about this place. His communications were out, which meant that he couldn't contact said silly clones, and without a ship he was trapped here.

He was tempted to get up and explore, but first he had to check his inve- oh slag it.

Losing his ship and the silly clones on it were one thing, but his entire inventory was missing? That was simply unforgivable! Swindle's mood took a slight downturn as he glanced around at the junk around him. As they say, one bot's junk is another bot's treasure right? Swindle had found fascinating items of interest in junkyards before, so there was no reason why it would let him down now!

And if he ran into anyone who happened to know where he was and what he was doing here, all the better. He wasn't in any hurry though, what will happen will happen.

[noparachutes]

The planet was an odd one thus far, and not one providing many answers. Shockwave had run into a human on his search, but that was hardly anything worth noting. A lesser species, one that would assist in rebuilding Cybertron, but worth nothing more - aside from target practice.

He contacts the Driller with his location and continues his exploration of the planet, slowing when he spots a small mech looking around the junk.

Its an interesting design, not one he's seen before. Hardly looks like an Autobot, but doesn't look much like a Decepticon either.

He approaches it without a word.

[youhavebeenswindled]

There were so many interesting things Swindle had found so far! The intact items immediately went into his subspace drawer, while everything else was put off to the side for later consideration. He was thrilled when he found several of his own weapons scattered throughout the junkpile, and hurriedly collected them. So maybe his inventory hadn't been taken away after all, they had just been momentarily misplaced.

Well look, he had company! Swindle smiled cheerfully and straightened, turning to face the much bigger mech without much fear. Being below twenty feet in height meant that Swindle had to be... creative about his interaction with those larger than him. He wasn't too worried though, he liked to think that he was pretty good at running away.

"Well hi there! Bit of an unusual day today isn't it? It's always nice to meet a fellow Decepticon! The name's Swindle by the way, I'm what you might call an intergalactic Arms Dealer, though unfortunately I'm not in business at the moment."

[noparachutes]

A fellow Decepticon?

Shockwave looks down at the small supposed Decepticon. Now that he has a better look at him, he does have the mark, still his design is odd to say the least. Quite smooth. Somewhat similar to his old design, yet more... Simplistic.

"An arms dealer." He repeats, looking over the other mech yet again. An interesting job for a Decepticon.

"Quite unfortunate. And what exactly do the Decepticons need with an arms dealer?"

[sparkless]

Starscream wasn't very surprised when he came across Swindle. Of all the bots he would expect to find in a slagging junkyard, the opportunistic merchant easily secured a place on his top 5 list. He strode up the hill from the west, kicking an old canister out of his way petulantly with a large foot.

"I see you're stuck here too. Don't suppose you have a portable space bridge handy?"

[youhavebeenswindled]

Well, if it wasn't one of his all-time favourite customers! Second to Megatron of course, but Starscream should be used to that by now. He offered the other mech a grin, abandoning his attempts to pull out a strangely shaped scrap of metal in favour of facing the former Second-in-Command fully.

"Well, even if I did, I'd still make you pay for it." He said smoothly, placing a hand on his hip, "I'm not in business at the moment, but you could always try again later."

[sparkless]

At this point Starscream would have been happy to promise Swindle what ever type of currency he wanted if the merchant actually had a way off this abandoned scrapyard of a planet. He hadn't really expected him to though.

He was surprised however by Swindle's second comment. "Not in business? Are you serious?" the jet asked, arching a brow ridge incredulously. "I was under the impression you could be missing all your limbs, come down with a bad case of the cybernetic flu, and be buried six feet under water and you would still be open for business."

[youhavebeenswindled]

"Just think of it as... restocking my inventory." Which was a fancy way of saying that he didn't really have an inventory yet. He grinned and spread his arms wide, as if welcoming Starscream to the junk yard. "Let's say I was able to put one together... I might charge up to 50 million credits for it. What do you say?"

[sparkless]

That explained it. Unfortunately, it also meant Swindle was useless to him until he managed to restore his lost products. The merchant was a very resourceful mech on the other hand...keeping in contact with him at least wouldn't be amiss.

"I'd say I hope you except IOUs," the jet replied. "Considering my pockets are pretty empty at the moment."