Welcome to a New World [Open Log]

[kismet_loop_mods]

WHO: Everyone involved in Game Start
WHAT: Waking up after the explosion
WHERE: Well . . . that's for you guys to figure out, isn't it?
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: None but what you bring with you
NOTES: Be sure to reply in your respective group thread.



At first, there is nothing. Without warning, agony erupts – a twisting, burning sensation that leaves you sure you’re about to be torn apart, but then it subsides to a sharp ache. The nothingness has taken on a purple-black appearance, shifting and flowing around you.

You’re lying on your back, and the pressure is immense. If you breathe, you feel like you’re suffocating. You struggle to sit up, to get the pressure off you. You strain and fight . . . and suddenly the mists flow off and away, taking the pressure with them. You sit up and look around.

You’re not in Kansas anymore.

Misty purple-black “bubbles” on the ground around you burst and flow off from other bodies, disappearing down into the ground and revealing familiar faces.

Wherever you are, at least you’re not here alone.

Comments

YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD!

[badboybikerbot]

[And Gunmax is TOTALLY being a bro and helping POOR LITTLE CUTIE BLURR up.]

This don't look like any part of Cybertron I've seen. Then again, I barely saw any of it. So... whatever.

[Totally not feeling like arguing FOR ONCE it's amazing right]

CAN WE WATCH A MOVIE NOW? /Noms candy

[raceme]

[Who are you calling little! >:/ He's just...compact. But Blurr appreciates and thanks to Gunmax before leaning against him.]

Cybertron doesn't have this much organic life. [HE SEES GREEN. GREEN IS THW WRONG COLOR.] Did something happen?

/Happily noms ice cream~

[originaldragoon]

This is a Cybertron?

[She wonders if this is how the Cybertron they would have turned out if there were more organics taking refuge there.]

The one we came from was very young. Is that the same with this one?

[hotheadwarmheart]

"Man, if you think this is me being violent, you clearly haven't been paying attention," Lea said when Wing commented on the lack of need for violence. However, he did lower his Keyblade a bit as the satyr put up his hands. He'd at least listen to what the guy had to say.

"'Chaos energy', huh?", he said. "That sounds familiar." Disturbingly so, in fact. He thought they'd just left that party. This Galos didn't need to know the details of that though.

"Alright, I've got some questions question," Lea said. "First of all, where is 'here'? And second of all, how did you find us way out here? Because unless you just happened to be out for a nature hike with your pack of pet hovercraft, you gotta admit, it looks a bit suspicious."

[the_other_green_seeker]

Jadewing frowned, noticing the way the human glanced his way. Seeking approval, perhaps? Or just trying to see what he thought.

He was pleased to note that Deckard was keeping the strange organic covered. True, the hoofed squishy didn't look like much of a threat, but well... Cybertronians of all races ought to know that appearances could be deceiving.

Galos' offer sounded good alright. Maybe a little too good, under the circumstances. "What's the catch?", he asked. Because there was almost always a catch, and before he went anywhere with this being he wanted to know what it was. "How did you find us way out here? And like the human asked, where is 'here' anyway?"

Haha timing...I was working on a reply when I saw the notif for Jade come in XD

[thankyou4myheart]

Deckard saw the gesture from - ...and he realized in the back of his mind that he didn't actually know her name yet - the young woman. Protocols regarding taking guidance from a human handler butted heads with protocols about handling potential criminals and other threats. His stance relaxed some, but the pistol remained in place. He too was more than familiar with how deadly a seemingly harmless person could be, regardless of race or tech level.

He nodded at the woman's and Jadewing's questions, subconsciously falling back into a sort of enforcer/guard mindset - let others do the talking while he provided the defensive strength should it prove necessary.

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker folded his arms, leaning - he hoped - covertly on the robo-sized motorcycle for better balance. The whole missing-a-wing thing really sucked for that, among other things.

"Yes, we're part of a group that just recently beat Unicron." Okay, so more like they were part of a group that was getting its collective afts handed to them until apparently Primus himself showed up, and /HE/ beat Unicron . . . but the Seeker wasn't about to go into all that. "It's a long story, and this isn't exactly great surroundings for sitting down for story-time. How far is it to this hospital?" He'd take up owing anything with the medic once there.

[not_the_scapegoat]

"No catch," Galos assured them.

"First off, you're on a planet called Cybertron. And I knew you were here because of the security system set around the city. It detects bubbles of Miasma when they appear within the perimeter, and this Miasa, a chaos energy, is what brought you here."

*SIGH* Such ungrateful children.

[not_the_scapegoat]

I couldn't say exactly how old this planet is. It is certainly still changing and growing, but there are also ruins, implying that there used to be others here. [He shrugs]

This is Cybertron, though. Another Guardian is to thank for the ability of organic life to flourish here.

[treacherous_widow]

Up until now Blackarachnia was just listening and trying to piece things together. So, five hundred years for the current population and who the slag knows how long for the planet.

"Is there available history tracks for us to study or do we have to wait for someone to hold story time with the newest additions to this Cybertron." Sorry Wings, she's got more important things on her mind than a hospital. "...And you said that half the population was organic. What's the other half?"

/remembers to switch accounts this time. orz

[not_the_scapegoat]

Galos smiled at Ravage. "That would be why. The Northwester Sector is mostly one large organic forest."

"Ah yes, do forgive me." He gave a small boy by way of apology. "This certainly isn't the time for stories. The hospital is quite a ways, though travel through the Gateways will cut the time it would take to get there to a fraction."

"There have been some that have taken to writing the history of this city, miss. You would be welcome to peruse them at your leisure. The library is in the center of the city. As for the other half, well...Cybertronian mostly."

[deadlydoctor]

"Great. The lambda's crazy cousin brought us here. Where at the FirstForged?"

Knock Out put his saw away but only to move and arms around Wing's wait. "Lean on me to stand up."

Then he turned his attention to Lea and Galos, curious about the answers too.

D:<

[badboybikerbot]

You know what, sure. Why not. We all come from wacky, bizarro alternate universes anyway. Why can't this be a Cybertron too? Whatever, right?

[Gunmax gives negative fucks right now man]

↖('` ◣ ﹏◢)Ψ hue hue hue

[raceme]

But Cybertron shouldn't look like this..... [Blurr is probably alone in his woes. He leans against Gunmax, too sore to keep complaining.]

Alright then..eh..who's in charge here?

[knight_light]

Wing just didn't want them to get violent without reason.

He was glad to get up, though, even if it hurt. And was even more grateful to lean on Knock Out. Owowowow...

[not_the_scapegoat]

Galos smiled, nodding at that questions. "All good questions. You are on a planet called Cybertron. And I knew you were here because of the security system in place around the city. Whenever the Miasma bubbles up within the perimeter we know of it. So I knew people had arrived and came to meet you."

And to answer the last question he looked at Knock Out and shrugged. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the First Forged."

[hotheadwarmheart]

"Nice try, buddy, but Cybertron doesn't have trees," Lea said, indicating he closest one. "The only plants that were there last I checked was a vegetable garden." He wasn't even sure trees could grow on Cybertron. They'd need a lot of topsoil and Cybetron, from what he'd seen was pretty much all metal and rock.

"And you know, the First Forged?", he said. "Really big mechs, semi-cosmic powers, like building temples in their own names and not fond of giving straight answers? If this is Cybertron you must've at least heard of them. Not like such huge-ass bots could just disappear."

[deadlydoctor]

Waking up hurt in a different world is reason enough to be mad, Wing, at least in Knock Out's opinion. He didn't miss Wing's obviously discomfort and Knock Out gave his waist a squeeze. "Hold on a little bit, I promise I'll kiss it better later."

He was glad to know that they were in fact in Cybertron, not so much to discover the FirstForged were gone. "It wouldn't be the first time they disappeared. We can keep discussing this while we talk."

He gave Lea, Galos and the drones an impatient look: Hello, I have an injured patient here that needs fixing! it seemed to convey.

[knight_light]

Mad is one thing, but acting like you might attack someone when they may not have anything to do with you being hurt is something else entirely.

Wing gave him an appreciative smile and a nod.

[not_the_scapegoat]

"Well, this Cybertron has trees. Or at least, this small part of this Cybertron does."

He gives them a small bow and will turn. "This way, friends, I'll show you to the Gateway."

And so he'd lead the way. The "Gateway" is a large ring of metal built on the edge of a clearing. He steps up to it and touches a few things on a computer panel and the ring comes alive with swirling blue-white light.

"This is set to take us to right outside the Hospital." If they pay attention, they may spot "Bulkhead" inscribed along one edge.

[fractalize]

If anyone here was frowning, iiiiit was this one.

This couldn't be Cybertron; she walked it and saw it with her own eyes, less than a few weeks ago. (In her sense of time.)

Besides all that, what he said kept seeming too good to be true. Too good. No catch to a nearby hospital, on Cybertron, previously uninhabited?

"Then, why should I---or we, believe you?" Save for you know, the obvious injured metal giant.

>3

[originaldragoon]

So this Cybertron is suited for both metal and organic forms of life... [Well it will at least be easier to live here for those like her.]

Also, who are the guardians?

I disown you all, you're all on your own now.

[not_the_scapegoat]

I am, of course, [He gives a bit of a bow....and add this almost as an afterthought] and the other Guardians.

There are several of us here. Iraj, for instance has helped the organic life flourish here, there's Paian, an amazing healer, and Gyroscope, he's something of a scholar. There are...well, were eleven of us. A couple seem to have decided to leave recently. A pity, makes it harder for the rest of use to keep the Miasma at bay.

[the_other_green_seeker]

Jadewing's frown only deepened as Galos claimed that they were on Cybertron. The security system he could buy- for a city as advanced as the one in the distance seemed, it only made sense- but Cybertron? "Cybertron never looked like this," Jadewing said. "And it never had any native organics, unless you count those crazy, half-organic Quintesson experiments."

"As for Chaos energy," he said, "I thought was were done with that slag when Unicron was driven off. Eliminating that from Cybertron so Primus could come back was kinda the whole point of what we did." Unless it didn't work. Or unless... enough time had passed for Unicron to get a foothold again.

"...How long has it been since your city was founded?", he asked. "And have you ever heard of a place called 'Haven'?"

WE DON'T NEED YOU DAD

[badboybikerbot]

[DON'T WORRY BLURR the scrawniest BP will totally protect you or make sure you don't faceplant or something whatev.]

The hell's a Miasma? That doesn't even sound like a real word.

[Leave it to Gunmax to offer helpful input.]