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Re/Aligned Mods ([personal profile] re_alignedmods) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2012-06-21 04:54 pm

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.))
rotafortunae: (forget how to feel)

oops I'm sorry for the TL;DR D:

[personal profile] rotafortunae 2012-06-22 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
This is not the first time he has swum to darkness' surface like a man drowning. It is equally not the first time he has opened his eyes on a strange world.

First: check the self. No heartbeat, still, familiar enough, his cards still stored in his soul but much else... time eludes him. A flicker of it on the edges of his being he can feel, hook his fingers just into it enough to tell it to stop, but not enough to twist it, not enough to part the curtains of the future and see. Almost like being newly awakened as a Nobody, again (or was it asleep? The same thing, in his eyes, a card that read the same reversed as upright), with the feeling that he'd have to relearn all he'd discovered before.

Second: check memory. A futile effort, he knows, for he's seen time and time (ha!) again how fickle memory can be. What you remember is often a lie, and even those lies can sometimes become truth, if told long enough. He remembers...

Roxas. No... Sora. Sora fighting him, and Roxas just within, but their hands holding the same blade, both of them bound in fury, and not a single bit of hesitation. He knows they were not friends, that doesn't exist between nobodies, but there's still a... ...

It can't be a sense of betrayal, of course. To feel betrayed would require a heart. A... twinge. Of something. At the idea. Yes. But still. And he still doesn't understand why, why would Roxas choose a caged existence over gaining his own separate self? Or...

Or was it that the boy was betting on something else entirely? What cards had he held...? An ace up his sleeve? He hadn't had time to dwell on the thought. He'd raised his cards to protect himself, then darkness, then... this.

He sighs, exasperated. He notices that the Wheel of Fortune has already found its way into his fingers, and that his fingers had been idly twirling it the whole time. No.

He's not dead, that much is obvious. There's no afterlife for a Nobody, after all. So... another world. He couldn't have opened a Dark Corridor of his own volition, and besides which, this was no world he recognized. A new world.

"A mystery, then," he murmurs to himself. "A spin of the wheel, a gamble... hmm."

And then, one other thing. It's only just now that he notices it. He gently tugs at the sleeve of his coat, pulling it down just enough that he can see his bare shoulder.

Hmm. Another mystery. But again, not the first time... better to go into it with a positive outlook. A new deck of cards, a new game... only thing to do was to learn the rules. First things first: time to explore.
deusexraf: (// flatfooted)

[personal profile] deusexraf 2012-06-22 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Raf, for his part, thought he was still asleep. A very uncomfortable sleep, but when he stared up at the sky and saw that white streak, he just stared before reaching for his glasses...

Before realizing they were already on him. That was odd, he didn't sleep with his glasses, and what was he feeling-

Blinking, he turned his head to the side, looking at what his hand had picked up. Some sort of... spongy plant? That was definitely not something he recognized. Making a face, he sat up, adjusting his glasses as he did. Dizzy, he felt even more confused as he took a look around.

...this had to be a dream. Dreams...felt real while you were in them, right? So the whole feel of stuff digging in to his pants was completely normal, the air that seemed just a little too hard to breathe was normal, the whole...everything.

"...hello?"
invisiblepinkboat: (Feeling lucky? - trained spark)

[personal profile] invisiblepinkboat 2012-06-22 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Uninjured. Uncomfortable. Despite the fact that she couldn't remember landing, she had the feeling of having been falling, and all gyros were momentarily destabilized before realigning to the fact that she was lying down on her front, legs partly under her frame.

She took two vents, optics kept off, scanners extending outwards, and while there were others around... Getting smoothly to her feet Elita stared. Junk? And the few individuals she could see were all unfamiliar, the specific comms for the crew of the Graviton silent.

... No matter any suspicion one might have towards using space bridges and transwarp, should it really be possible to be pulled out of a ship while during transwarp?

She needed a better idea of what was going on, and who was around if nothing else. Try to find Grim... Or Magnus. Springer, if neither of the first two could be found, then the others.

And if she was alone? Well, that wasn't unusual; she could manage. She was hard-pressed to not employ her alloys at their greatest effect, and merely to let her be... slightly less obvious among this mountain of scrap as she set off, careful to disturb as little of the junk as possible, but hardly impossible to spot.
raceme: (I don't like that sound)

Blurr

[personal profile] raceme 2012-06-22 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Somehow, excruciating pain didn’t cover it. Being dead shouldn’t hurt so much, was the first thought that crossed Blurr’s mind. This meant, he couldn’t help but assume, that he wasn’t offline. Systems on reboot and feeling like falling, there was a really unpleasant moment where his vision was crowded with columns of numbers, blinking windows and readouts listing all the places where his body was damaged. And then they were gone and so was the pain.

Blurr’s optics snapped open. Could it be… his spark really survived to being crushed into a pile of scrap metal? His processor was reeling at why he wasn’t pressed into a cube and he looked down at his body. All looked fine, minus that glyph on his upper arm. Blurr was sure he didn’t have it before and it didn’t look like a Decepticon symbol. Where did it come from? The list of unanswered questions was growing into a slightly worrisome level.

He had to find Ultra Magnus, he had to tell him the truth about Shockwave and Wasp before it was too late and more damage could be done to their cause. His whole body felt like Jell-O however, and he stumbled to get up and have a good look around....

...What the frag was this place.

It looked so familiar, yet so strange...no, it couldn't be Cybertron, right? Blurr shock his head and after unsuccessfully trying to communicate with the elite guard he decided to do what he did best: Run. Perhaps he will find a way out if he looked all around the planet.

Sadly, the junk pile wasn't the best sort of surface for running and his right wheel quickly got stuck in it. He wasn't prone to panic but after being crushed by two moving walls, feeling trapped again was not something he enjoyed. Blurr was trying his best to free his right leg from the pile of wreckage but he wasn't being very successful.
engrishdetective: (MY DAD'S NOT A CELL PHONE)

[personal profile] engrishdetective 2012-06-22 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
So, let's face it. He's experienced a lot of weird things across the globe where he's from. Nothing can quite beat the giant panda experience that he watched on the news -- thankfully, Gunmax had no part of that -- but that was still pretty darn weird.

And then there's this. Waking up no where near Nanamagari, and something glowing on his forearm.

"What?" he utters to himself in English, stumbling to his feet. Gunmax glances over the junk pile, squinting behind his visor.

His antenna flicks once and he's searching for his motorcycle. Thankfully, Gunbike isn't too far off. He whistles for her, and she comes rolling up to his feet.

"Good girl," he murmurs back in Japanese, patting the bike's seat. The detective reaches around to pull out his badge, speaking into it.

"Yo, how about the rest of you quit being lazy and figure out where we are?" Gunmax pauses. "Anyone else there?"

A whole lot of silence.

"Unbelievable."
raceme: (Is this blasted comm link even working?)

[personal profile] raceme 2012-06-22 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Elita might notice a flash of blue approaching her, and approaching her very fast. It's not like Blurr wants to harm them, he doesn't even notice her yet, he's just trying to see if his comm link works from a different spot and just generally trying to get out the junk pile.]
mccrane: (shotgun--turning with epic lines)

[personal profile] mccrane 2012-06-22 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
McCrane had felt like this before--twice, now. It wasn't like powering down, which he sometimes did in the small hours of the afternoon when business was slow, nor was it like being offline completely, which...

He remembered.

He remembered the strange time before consciousness had dawned, when his body had been just a machine commanded by the humans. He remembered, also, when he had shut himself down, terrified by the actions he had taken under the influence of the demon, Inti.

Now, though, there was a blank where memory should have been. There was a void, in the midst of data.

And he, somehow, had ended up in the junkyard.

It had to have been a mistake. They'd been battling, perhaps? Something had knocked him unconscious? It...could be that, couldn't it?

But every sensor had screamed at him when his optics had came online, staring up at stars that weren't in the right places, feeling rubble underneath him that was too fresh to belong in a junkyard, smelling dryness and metal and a hundred other scents that, when processed, only equaled one thing.

This was not earth.

He was not supposed to be here.

Immediately, he grabbed for his shotgun.

Not finding it at his side he sat up, his torso wheeling, glancing left and right until he found it, took it, and kept it for only an instant, comforting, in his grasp.

If he was here, and if he did not remember...

Something was afoot.

If he was here, and if he did not remember, he was going to be ready for anything.

McCrane stood up, and brandished his weapon at the world.
wheeljackofalltrades: (I'm in trouble)

[personal profile] wheeljackofalltrades 2012-06-22 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
That's funny. Wheeljack didn't REMEMBER falling asleep, or even passing out. Then again, he was notorious for taking quite a few blows to the cranium, and that could make any bot pass out. Something heavy from the Jackhammer probably fell down upon him. Just his luck, huh? His eyelids didn't seem to want to cooperate, resting heavily on his optics, struggling to open themselves. Falling unconscious or not, a morning person was not a term to describe the Wrecker.

After lying there musing silently, he peeked an eye open a sliver, and the blurry image only caused both optics to come online, the baby blue light illuminating the area around him. What the scrap...

This wasn't Earth. He hadn't stayed long on the marble, but he knew Earth when he saw it, and this was pretty far from what he'd come to experience. The stars he'd gotten to know when spending nights outside had all jumbled themselves up in a neat little puzzle, remaining a mystery once again.

Had he been ambushed? Taken to another planet?

Perfect.

And then, the Wrecker glanced down at his surroundings. Oh, that was classy. Thrown into a junk heap like a bunch of scrap metal? Call him Mr. Lucky. His eyebrow perked as he began to shift himself out of the wreckage, using the light from the distance to see what exactly he was under. The sheet metal was easy to kick off, but the larger pieces definitely required more effort, and Wheeljack had to utilize both hands to toss it off his abdomen.

"These guys sure know how to give a proper welcome, I'll give 'em that." he muttered to himself as he rubbed his helm, sliding to his feet to get a look around.

With both light sources, it was hard to tell which direction to go, and thus, stood at a crossroad.
Edited 2012-06-22 00:42 (UTC)
angleofscience: (battle is a science - but better at one)

[personal profile] angleofscience 2012-06-22 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe his first priority shouldn't be "Starscream's proximity", but with his and Ironhide's... argument a while ago, the dream(s), and the fact that they'd been recharging together for a while now, when his hand reassuringly pressed against a back that had wings attached, and his field met a very familiar energy signature, Jetfire relaxed slightly.

And promptly turned his mind towards other matters, hardly even registering that he was on top of Starscream as he looked around, optic-focus slightly fuzzy before he reset them and his automatic system's scan returning "parameters normal"---

Normal?

They hadn't been normal in orns and mega-cycles... Months, as humans termed it. Frowning at the tear of white in the otherwise dark sky, Jetfire thoughtlfully flexed his wings and felt a certain pleasure at being his correct size again. Still aware of Starscream's presence underneath him (enough to give another squeeze along Starscream's back, even), but focused on other things, Jetfire looked down... and met with the dark visor of his own helmet deposited in the junk in front of him. How... was it here?

Where was here? Looking around further, Jetfire realized that lying here until everything had been confirmed as all right and Starscream woke up on his own wouldn't gain him them any better idea of where they were.

"Starscream---"
mccrane: (Introspective--side view)

got the mod okay for this~

[personal profile] mccrane 2012-06-22 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
If there was anything that could interrupt his quiet moment of knowing-everything-had-somehow-gone-wrong, it was the small, tiny beeping from his badge.

That was...relieving.

It was relieving, and it was also worrying. Had he gotten lost on a mission? Were the others just over the horizon, or the next pile of rubble? He'd need to get there, quick.

Keeping his shotgun in one arm, he reached for his badge...and paused, realizing it was on the ground beside where he had woken.

So.

Nothing was where it had been, then.

Very well.

Reaching down, he flipped it open.

"This is McCrane."
wheeljackofalltrades: (You don't mean-)

[personal profile] wheeljackofalltrades 2012-06-22 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
It didn't take long before Wheeljack stumbled across the kid, sprawled out upon that scrap pile. Now, he could understand himself being dragged across the galaxy, or wherever this was, but the kid? Didn't humans need...air? Or...other things? How was this child not in need of oxygen?

Whatever, Wheeljack really shouldn't complain, because it's someone he knows. Briefly. Maybe he said hi once.

No matter the reason, he had to speak up to get Raf's attention.

"Hey kid."
deusexraf: (// ot3)

[personal profile] deusexraf 2012-06-22 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Dream or not, when there was the sound of someone - something tromping closer, Raf's first reaction was to spin around and see who it was. That didn't make him any less surprised, in the end, but it did at least keep him from panicking.

"...Wheeljack?"
sword_redemption: (red rust drool)

Sword robros are go? (maybe Jack can hear him?)

[personal profile] sword_redemption 2012-06-22 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
So. Death. It looked a lot...junkier than Drift had imagined. It also smelled horrible. He hadn't read every text out there, but he hadn't yet run across one that said that the afterworld smelled like corruption and ick.

Kind of like...the Red Rust.

...well, this was going to be hard to turn into a bright side.

He groaned, shifting the weight of his chassis, trying to summon the energy to move. If he was here, Ratchet was too. And maybe--maybe, the DJD.

'Rude awakening' didn't even begin to cover this.
wheeljackofalltrades: (Aww don't say it like that)

[personal profile] wheeljackofalltrades 2012-06-22 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"The one and only."

He knelt down to get a closer look at him, because Primus, Raf, you're tiny. There's plenty of questions he could ask, but he'll start off simple.

"Long time no see."
winged_knight: (serious: intense)

Re: AWAKENING

[personal profile] winged_knight 2012-06-22 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
He thought he'd been ready.

Those were the last coherent thoughts that Wing's muddled processor returned after a status query. The rest--the terrible burning sensation, the jagged tear at the heart of him that felt like his world shattering, falling, the world full of color and light and pain beyond imagining before darkness--simply loomed in his memory like a chaotic wound. It made little to no sense in contrast to the still surroundings of the strange gulch made of debris in which he lay.

He shifted. His joints seemed to ache, his frame tight, like that slightly unfamiliar feeling that accompanied new repairs. His hand twitched and he realized he'd been rubbing it over the center of his chassis, above his spark chamber. Scenes of the battle to save New Crystal City came to him. The battle in the desert, his struggle with Braid--fought and...lost.

Yet, he was whole? Was he dead? This...did not match any of the expectations Cybertronians had for an afterlife. Wing shook his helm. Though uncertain what the strange chaotic memories following Braid's attack meant, they were not the most immediate issue.

Wing rose to a sitting position, the digits on his hand bumping an object lying beside him. His Great Sword. He curled his fingers around it, the first familiar thing to greet him in this strange place, and it sang to him. He felt his spark flicker in acknowledgment. No. Not dead. But then--the battle?

The knight rolled to his feet in a swift movement despite the tightness in his frame, swinging the Great Sword onto his back where it effortlessly locked into its cradle. "Drift?!" He called, his comm useless, while scanning the area and listening for sounds of battle, "DRIFT!!" He pushed away the pangs of anxiety that threatened. "Axe? Anyone!?"
wheeljackofalltrades: (look who showed up)

Sword bros are definitely go!

[personal profile] wheeljackofalltrades 2012-06-22 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
The shifting metal on the junkpile caught the Wrecker's attention, and...he wasn't causing it. That piqued his interest as he strode over, starting to pull some of the sheet metal away from the pile. Whatever it was that was causing it, they were about to get a warm welcome.

"Anyone down there?"
deusexraf: (// oblivious focus)

[personal profile] deusexraf 2012-06-22 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
And you're big. Bigger than Bumblebee. But at least he's used to others being big, so don't mind him as he (carefully! the ground is a little awkward to move on around here) gets closer.

"Yeah-! Do you have any idea what's going on?"

Because dream or not, this is utterly out of his experience.
mccrane: (shotgun--camping crouch)

[personal profile] mccrane 2012-06-22 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Exploring is good.

It is very, very good, especially as McCrane is currently camping, shotgun at the ready, prepared to defend himself while considering every possible reason he could have gotten off of earth without remembering.

If he'd flown here, it would have been as Super Build Tiger, which would have meant that Power Joe and Dumpson were around. Having received no communications...that left that possibility out.

Alien interference was an option.

It had also been possible that J-Decker had flown them.

Any of those potentials should have indicated they were on a mission, and an important one, but then why was he here, alone?

At the sound of shifting rubble, he turned, leaving his contemplation in the dust for the much more pertinent action of aiming his shotgun at...

...a human.

Not at all what he'd expect.
wheeljackofalltrades: (Hmmm)

[personal profile] wheeljackofalltrades 2012-06-22 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Wheeljack wasn't the deepest thinker, but he could piece together the best hypothesis he could when asked. He scouts the perimeter for a second, looking up and giving a panoramic scan before looking back down.

"Not a clue. Seems we're on some intergalactic plane. Kinda surprised you're still standin', kid. Didn't think you could survive in environments like this without some kinda equipment."
raceme: (Animation: Fail)

[personal profile] raceme 2012-06-22 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Blurr was (unsurprisingly) running like a mad bot, trying to get out of the pile as soon as possible. And He nearly ran Raff over because, Primus, aren't you a tiny thing.

Thankfully, he noticed the kid and manages to stop in time. Sadly, the pile under his wheels crumbled down due to the sudden movement movement and Blurr pretty much landed on his faceplate.

So much for a good impression.]
deusexraf: (// not sure if want)

[personal profile] deusexraf 2012-06-22 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"I can breathe, so there must be enough of an atmosphere...and gravity's not that different from Earth. Everything else, though..."

He frowns, worry showing through. But at least he has someone he knows, here. And it doesn't hurt that they're more than capable of defending themselves.

(And him.)
dontasktrix: (trix bitchy)

Slipstream AWAKENING

[personal profile] dontasktrix 2012-06-22 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Slipstream struggled to reach full function; wondering if she'd taken a flying truck to the CPU, or been hit with some wonderful new weapon sparked of Earthling reverse engineering.

She rubbed at the side of her helm, then pushed herself into a sitting position, not an easy feat, even for a bot of agile build, as the terrain was so- Well, not terrain at all. She was perched halfway up - or down - a loose mound of-

Her talons lifted a mahogany newel post carved with Fleur-de-lis...a tiny bi-lingual dictionary...a pair of spectacles...little, Asian-looking garments...a video game cartridge. "Junk!" She threw up her hands in frustration.

All of this reminded Slipstream of something. She tried to match this experience to something in memory. But, noting the lack of landmarks other than heaps of junk, and the very strange sky, she didn't immediately see how any of this could be familiar.

"Was it one of those sci-fi movies on the Man Channel?" She asked herself. For some reason, the Detroit stations aired a lot of old movies starring that Edsel guy. No enclosing walls or fiery doom, and no tentacle beasts, hopefully. Just plenty of trash.

Had she come online in a pile of trash once before? No. She hadn't! The information in the datatrack was like a bare armature of a memory; not something she had experienced. It was just something she knew.

Slipstream stood quickly, or attempted it, but sensors warned of an obstruction in her right thruster, and the mound shifted under the increased pressure of her left foot. Slipstream promptly fell more or less forward; debris slid down the backs of her wings.

"STARSCREAM!" She yelled. Offlined or not, somehow she was sure this was all his fault!
Edited (typo) 2012-06-22 01:16 (UTC)
deusexraf: (// ooOOoooOOOooOOo)

[personal profile] deusexraf 2012-06-22 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[stopping or not, that blur heading right for him has Raf yelping and trying to run out of the way.

if it's any consolation, Blurr - he trips as well, through not quite so awkwardly as the other mech's. he does turn around in time to catch it, but skitters back a bit more - better safer than sorry, right?
]
engrishdetective: (time for some punching)

bwoo!

[personal profile] engrishdetective 2012-06-22 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Gunmax's shoulders relax when he hears the calm voice on the other side. Could have been worse; could have been Drill Boy flipping his drills about this.

"McCrane," he responds, not hiding the relief in his voice. "What do you see? Because what I'm seeing tells me I'm no where near Japan."

Part of him hopes that McCrane isn't here, if only for the fact that would mean maybe he isn't that far off the map.

But if he is here...

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