Awakening
Characters: G1 Prowl
Content: Arrival
Location: An outer section of Iacon
Time of day: Evening
Warnings: Brief, non-graphic mentions of violence
Prowl did not remember losing consciousness.
He remembered accompanying a transport to Earth. He also remembered the Decepticons attacking and boarding their vessel. He remembered fighting them, and some of his comrades falling. Everything, stored in his memory banks with as much detail as he always observed, save for the reason his systems had been knocked offline. Just blank, as though he’d been watching a vid-feed that ended suddenly and without warning.
More than likely, he reasoned, some injury had taken him by surprise, and the shock had wiped his immediate memory of it, temporarily or not. But as he became more aware, he was positive his processors were glitching. Surely they were, his chronometer blandly informed him that no time had passed from that last memory until now! Impossible. Something had definitely hit him hard. If that were true, he should have been able to hear the dreadfully familiar sounds of battle, should feel some pain from the injury he’d suffered to knock him out.
More of his systems booted up and he realized he couldn’t even hear the sounds of Ratchet’s medbay. Realizing his chronometer had to be wrong, of course, meant that it could be any time at all. Perhaps he was in the medbay; it could be deep in the night, and he wouldn’t know at the moment...
The anticipated sight of a dark, quiet medbay was not what greeted his onlining optics, though. In fact, it didn't appear he was even on Earth. No, this was Cybertron - more precisely, an outer district of Iacon. But the thing really stalling his logic processors was that it was not the Iacon they'd left behind. This Iacon was a vision of the past, the beautiful city unscarred, as though the war had never happened. It was like he’d stepped millenia back in time, back to Cybertron’s golden age.
And yet... Prowl could sense no life. The city was perfectly reconstructed, but this couldn’t be the golden age when it was teeming with life and noise. Now there was only silence; neither sight, hearing, nor short-range scanning showed any signs of life - and that was eerie in itself, but it laid a blanket of utter wrongness that didn’t sit well with him. Coupled with the... strange circumstances, every circuit of his was at attention, the door panels on his back twitching irritably as he stood.
Frowning, his gaze swept the tall buildings and structures. None of this made any sort of sense, and his processors felt like they might soon overwork themselves trying to come up with explanations that didn't invoke the completely impossible. So far, the most likely scenario was some mind-game of Soundwave's. Perhaps, if the Decepticons had taken the shuttle as quickly as they’d seemed to be doing, and landed them out of the sight of Autobot city... Stranger things had happened during the course of this war. But it certainly defied any laws of logic, reason, physics, and Primus only knew what else for him to really, physically be on Cybertron - an expertly recrafted one at that.
Intent on getting some answers, the Autobot tactician set off for the central part of the city, still on alert for the danger he was certain lurked in the growing shadows.
Content: Arrival
Location: An outer section of Iacon
Time of day: Evening
Warnings: Brief, non-graphic mentions of violence
Prowl did not remember losing consciousness.
He remembered accompanying a transport to Earth. He also remembered the Decepticons attacking and boarding their vessel. He remembered fighting them, and some of his comrades falling. Everything, stored in his memory banks with as much detail as he always observed, save for the reason his systems had been knocked offline. Just blank, as though he’d been watching a vid-feed that ended suddenly and without warning.
More than likely, he reasoned, some injury had taken him by surprise, and the shock had wiped his immediate memory of it, temporarily or not. But as he became more aware, he was positive his processors were glitching. Surely they were, his chronometer blandly informed him that no time had passed from that last memory until now! Impossible. Something had definitely hit him hard. If that were true, he should have been able to hear the dreadfully familiar sounds of battle, should feel some pain from the injury he’d suffered to knock him out.
More of his systems booted up and he realized he couldn’t even hear the sounds of Ratchet’s medbay. Realizing his chronometer had to be wrong, of course, meant that it could be any time at all. Perhaps he was in the medbay; it could be deep in the night, and he wouldn’t know at the moment...
The anticipated sight of a dark, quiet medbay was not what greeted his onlining optics, though. In fact, it didn't appear he was even on Earth. No, this was Cybertron - more precisely, an outer district of Iacon. But the thing really stalling his logic processors was that it was not the Iacon they'd left behind. This Iacon was a vision of the past, the beautiful city unscarred, as though the war had never happened. It was like he’d stepped millenia back in time, back to Cybertron’s golden age.
And yet... Prowl could sense no life. The city was perfectly reconstructed, but this couldn’t be the golden age when it was teeming with life and noise. Now there was only silence; neither sight, hearing, nor short-range scanning showed any signs of life - and that was eerie in itself, but it laid a blanket of utter wrongness that didn’t sit well with him. Coupled with the... strange circumstances, every circuit of his was at attention, the door panels on his back twitching irritably as he stood.
Frowning, his gaze swept the tall buildings and structures. None of this made any sort of sense, and his processors felt like they might soon overwork themselves trying to come up with explanations that didn't invoke the completely impossible. So far, the most likely scenario was some mind-game of Soundwave's. Perhaps, if the Decepticons had taken the shuttle as quickly as they’d seemed to be doing, and landed them out of the sight of Autobot city... Stranger things had happened during the course of this war. But it certainly defied any laws of logic, reason, physics, and Primus only knew what else for him to really, physically be on Cybertron - an expertly recrafted one at that.
Intent on getting some answers, the Autobot tactician set off for the central part of the city, still on alert for the danger he was certain lurked in the growing shadows.