Entry point
Characters: Dreamwave Optimus
Content: Arrival
Location: Iacon
Time of day: Midday
Warnings: None
Slowly Optimus became aware of where he was. Iacon probably. He rarely came to this area aside from passing through when he needed to go to the spaceport. Despite this it seemed wrong. He didn't have much to base things off, but this place wasn't right. Even the soft sensation of time itself felt off. Out of sync.
He tried to access his recent memory logs but in them the past breem were all out of order.
He started talking to himself to help reorder things while he slowly walked from where he was, which was clearly a major road and not the best place to be at the moment.
"re-calibrating my Ion blaster... Prowl said my aim was off by 5%. But there was nothing wrong." He held a hand up to his face, trying to further sort things out,
"Then I. No, I saw Ratchet first. He had to replace some wiring in my right... No, left hand. Starscream shot me, that's why."
By now he'd made his way to a part of iacon that looked more familiar, but some things were off. The base architecture was different slightly. Now he was confused, most of all because of how quiet the matrix had been. Normally it gave off an endless bitstream of data, most of it he could harmlessly filter out and only take in what he needed. Right now, it was almost silent. Just very few and far between blips of data, none of which were relevant. Unless the dates of the last seven major stars Cybertron passed by were, something he highly doubted was.
Taking a bit of a risk, he called out as loud as he could,
"Is anyone out there?!"
Content: Arrival
Location: Iacon
Time of day: Midday
Warnings: None
Slowly Optimus became aware of where he was. Iacon probably. He rarely came to this area aside from passing through when he needed to go to the spaceport. Despite this it seemed wrong. He didn't have much to base things off, but this place wasn't right. Even the soft sensation of time itself felt off. Out of sync.
He tried to access his recent memory logs but in them the past breem were all out of order.
He started talking to himself to help reorder things while he slowly walked from where he was, which was clearly a major road and not the best place to be at the moment.
"re-calibrating my Ion blaster... Prowl said my aim was off by 5%. But there was nothing wrong." He held a hand up to his face, trying to further sort things out,
"Then I. No, I saw Ratchet first. He had to replace some wiring in my right... No, left hand. Starscream shot me, that's why."
By now he'd made his way to a part of iacon that looked more familiar, but some things were off. The base architecture was different slightly. Now he was confused, most of all because of how quiet the matrix had been. Normally it gave off an endless bitstream of data, most of it he could harmlessly filter out and only take in what he needed. Right now, it was almost silent. Just very few and far between blips of data, none of which were relevant. Unless the dates of the last seven major stars Cybertron passed by were, something he highly doubted was.
Taking a bit of a risk, he called out as loud as he could,
"Is anyone out there?!"