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re_alignment_logs2013-03-01 05:57 pm
sword_redemption) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-03-01 05:57 pm
Road Trip Minus Road?
Who: Drift, Barricade, Vandal, Wing and First Aid (anyone else want in on this poke me via PM?)
What: Exploring
When: Day or so after the dance (so there may be hangovers to start?)
Where: Wildernessy waste places.
Warnings: added as needed
((OOC: I'm going to create three placeholder sub-comments below--first night's camp, random encounters, and the ruined village. Feel free to start your own threads under each or add your own categories, and tag around--I think that'd be easier than doing a long rotation.))
Drift certainly hasn't felt like he's been doing his part. It felt good to fight again, good to do something to help defend. But the battle was over and he was feeling that old emptiness gnawing at him--in a world at peace, what good was a warrior?
A warrior could still explore. A warrior could protect himself, move without fear. And, maybe, notice things that could be useful.
He rolls the tension out of his shoulders as the little party all shows up. "Ready?"
What: Exploring
When: Day or so after the dance (so there may be hangovers to start?)
Where: Wildernessy waste places.
Warnings: added as needed
((OOC: I'm going to create three placeholder sub-comments below--first night's camp, random encounters, and the ruined village. Feel free to start your own threads under each or add your own categories, and tag around--I think that'd be easier than doing a long rotation.))
Drift certainly hasn't felt like he's been doing his part. It felt good to fight again, good to do something to help defend. But the battle was over and he was feeling that old emptiness gnawing at him--in a world at peace, what good was a warrior?
A warrior could still explore. A warrior could protect himself, move without fear. And, maybe, notice things that could be useful.
He rolls the tension out of his shoulders as the little party all shows up. "Ready?"
The Ruined Village
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"How is this even here?" Wing says with a small hint of wonder. "Who built it?"
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He pauses in the doorway for a klik, listening, before drawing one of his short blades. "Well, they're not going to explore themselves, right?"
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"I guess I shouldn't be so surprised. I'm just so used to thinking of this place as untouched, undeveloped." There seems to be multiple things that wish to prove that wrong.
Wing tosses a grin at Drift as he follows suit and readies the grip of one of his own weapons, leaving it inactive for now. "Well if they did we might have a whole lot more to report."
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"Vector'd mentioned that we aren't the first. That others have been here before and, I guess, Unicron won or something." Kind of took away from the glamor of thinking of yourself as special and chosen, but Drift should be used to that by now.
Drift turns, heading cautiously into the cave. He can't hear anything except their own systems and the faint, almost musical sound of dripping water, but that sound echoes so much around the cave's contours that it's impossible to tell where it's coming from.
The cave is old, old enough that stalactites and stalagmites have joined together to create long columns, punctuating the spaces that here and there look to have been shaped for habitation. "See anything?"
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Wing blinks. Not the first? It comes as a surprise to him. He'd heard things, cryptic things that made sense now, but never stated as plainly as Drift had. It's a bit...disappointing, knowing that when they'd all woken up in the Junk Pile that day they weren't the first to experience this new Cybertron.
Not so new, apparently. "...Unicron won?" It's ominous, the sound of that.
Wing runs his fingers over the walls, taking in the details of the place, mildly curious about everything. He pauses, optics cycling in the dim light. "...maybe. Up ahead. Something that doesn't look natural...?"
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"I guess." Drift shrugs. He thought Wing was, you know, buddy-buddy with Vector. It felt weird to know more than Wing did.
"What do you see?" He frowns, for a moment hating the blue optics and how they limit his lowlight vision.
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"That's ominous," Wing frowns, his processor whirring around the implications. "So there was a previous population that was...wiped out?" Or something. Preferably something less ominous.
"The texture of rock...it looks like it changes?" He points to the opening ahead of them, trying not to get too ahead of himself.
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"Several previous populations, unless I misunderstood Vector." Kind of takes the polish of the special, huh? It had upset Drift to hear.
"Yeah?" He steps closer, hand out. "You're right. This wasn't shaped naturally."
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"S-Several!?" That's got him line-facing in disbelief. "How long is it taking them to prep this planet for Primus anyway?"
It's out before he can snap his mouth shut. Because it feels wrong to speak poorly of the First Forged...except that it remains a very real question in his mind.
Unsettled, he turns his attention back to the wall, running his fingers over the surface for a ways. "It gets smoother here, like it's been...cut or shaped." He peers off into the darkness, noting the same odd sheen on the cut stone which the natural formations lack. "Looks like it goes on like this..."
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Drift shrugs. "I don't know. But that's why I haven't been so quick to trust the First Forged, Wing. They want us to survive, but that's because, well, they've failed before." Yet they act all-powerful. It doesn't feel as strange to Drift, at least not the same way. He wants to trust, but he's been blinded before.
"Well? We going in or waiting for backup?"
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"I do think they mean well, most of them." It's like he's reminding himself, the way he says it, but there's this edge of trepidation in it, hoping that he's not proven wrong. "I wonder...what went wrong before?"
Wing glances around once before answering, "I don't know about you, but I don't think I can wait." And with a gleam in his optic he moves into to carved tunnel, fingers moving along the wall as he goes.
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He's a bit surprised that Vector managed to hold that back from Wing. Guess mystical alt mode interfacing wasn't as mystical as advertised? Or maybe Vector was holding out on the truth with Wing. Question then would be...why?
But there was time enough to worry about that later. He's had more experience clearing buildings than Wing, so as the jet steps forward, Drift swings behind him, checking the 180.
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If anything now, Wing regrets not talking more with Vector about these matters. He'd been too focused on history, culture and existential matters. He chides himself inwardly for not focusing on the here and now.
Wing is lucky to have Drift, because it's true; even if he'd done it back during the start of the war, daring quit battlefields looking for refugees, that was a long, long time ago and Wing is a little too excited to be here. He forges ahead, perhaps a little heedless, aiming for where the darkness changes quality. It's a the end of the tunnel, opening into the main cavern.
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All the more reason to keep one's optics open.
There's no one here, just the eerie silence of a place long-abandoned. He can tell by the grit under his footplates that no one had stepped here in ages. It was the same dust he'd stepped in on his return to Theophany.
"Be helpful if we had some lights. This looks like mechs lived here."
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A sound of agreement as he stands, cycling his optics until they adjust to the dim light. The lantern they had didn't shed much light, good for watching where they stepped but not a great deal beyond that. He scans the cavern, making out large blocky shapes too regular to be natural.
"It looks like a settlement of some kind..? They must of had power of right?"
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"I think so. I think another question is why they lived in caves. You know. Instead of buildings?"
He moves further in, yelping as he trips on what seems to be a small storage crate.
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Wing considers a moment. "A good question. If they tunnel is any indication, the occupants were decent size. Cybertronian, possibly?"
He starts at Drift's yelp, wings flicking slightly as he reaches out instinctively. His optics dart to the object Drift tripped over, moving to inspect it. "What's that...?"
Yeah, it's obvious he's more curious than cautious.
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And right now he's wondering why no one's mentioned these settlements before. Think that would be important to note, right? Saved them some time, at any rate, building the Haven.
"It's just a box, I think." Just...a box right in the middle of a path. He bends down, sheathing one blade. "Bring the light over?"
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He steps closer, swinging his arm so the lantern can shed its light on box, tipping his helm as he considers it. "Odd place for a box..." he ponders, glancing around the path and then back to the box.
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Drift looks around the room as the light plays over it. Something's messing with lantern's power source, and the light begins flickering, almost like a candle. There's still light, but it's unsteady, and the shadows it casts dance across the room.
"Odd place for everything," Drift murmurs. "Looks like there was some kind of struggle or something." He runs his thumbs around the edge of the box, trying to find hinges or the opening.
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"What's that about?" He crouches down to check the lantern's power source, though his fiddling does little to help with the flicker.
"You've a point there." This whole place just felt...strange. And the unfamiliar kind of strange. He tilts his helm, trying to get a look at the box and any glyphs or other markings it might have. "It's like this stuff just got left here."
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Maybe they could find something here, if organics had lived here. Then again, with the disarray on the floor...maybe not such a hot idea.
"Most of it's just...stuff. Like they moved out in a hurry and left what wasn't important. Which...why would they need to leave so fast?" A sound as he thinks he finds the release on the crate. It lifts, but something tumbles off the top, landing nearly on Wing's feet.
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Wing will take any clues at this point, it's all seeming pretty strange and mysterious at this point.
"Sounds ominous." Thankfully Wing's reactions are pretty good so when the object falls towards him he makes a grab for it just before it hits the ground. The sudden motion does send the lantern in his other hand swinging madly though, making the shadows jump wildly about. He lifts the object in his hand, trying to still the lantern at the same time with only moderate success.
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Drift freezes, hearing the object clatter off, relaxing as Wing catches it.
"What is it?"
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