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Post by Whitewash on Aug 11, 2015 23:46:42 GMT
The Everglades. One of the largest swamps in the good old USA. It's wet, it's muddy, and it rains.
A pod landed, bounced twice like a skipping stone, and eventually rolled and sank into a tributary with a squelch.
It alerted the attention of a number of fishermen in a fanboat.
"Another alien. Oh, man, I'm sick of these things."
"If we report it, maybe they'll hand it in?"
The pod unfolded and promptly the 20' femme-protoform started sinking into the mud, feet first. She produced a harpoon as long as she was tall, and tried to lever herself out.
"Apologies, gentlemen. My designation is Whitewash." She considered the situation while the men argued. The first thing she needed was an alt form. Well, apparently this planet was high in water content. And not only was she unlikely to find any wheeled mobility here, she was unlikely to get out. "I'm going to need to scan your vessel in order to leave this area."
Within a matter of seconds, the femme had scanned their boat, and a rather expensive blue and white fanboat stood in its place, its holographic captain a slim woman with blonde hair. She drove away from the arguing men.
It was only then that it occurred to her that she knew her designation was Whitewash, and she was an Autobot. And the rest of her knowledge was a sheer blank.
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RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Aug 12, 2015 1:51:17 GMT
A groundbridge opened up and a brown Cadillac rolled along a road leading to the swamps, a small car aerial extended upwards next to the boot.
It would appear that the pod landed near here.
The car rolled slowly.
Keep searching Deputy, try both Autobot and Decepticon frequencies.
It would be wiser to go by foot don't ya think?
Dep, I'm not walking in that swampland. I'll continue up this road, they can't have gone far.
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Whitewash
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Post by Whitewash on Aug 12, 2015 2:00:40 GMT
Whitewash could have gone a lot further than the Cadillac supposed, with her chosen alt mode in this place. But the realisation that she didn't remember anything... that her life is effectively a blank chalkboard... slows Whitewash to a halt.
Yes, she knew her name. Also, she is an Autobot. But family... friends... a job, a life... all seemed untouchable. There is, frankly, a lack of conceivable existance in her world right up until she had walked out of that pod.
She settles to a halt in shallow waters near a road.
"Who am I?" she asks the world at large. She can't imagine getting an answer.
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RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Aug 12, 2015 2:07:20 GMT
Round Up, there is an Autobot ahead.
The car begins to slow down, looking around.
I don't see them...
On your eleven.
The car comes to a stop.
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Whitewash
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Post by Whitewash on Aug 12, 2015 2:22:29 GMT
Whitewash sees the car stop right next to her. For a few moments she doesn't speak at all, until she sees the Autobot symbol on his grill-plate.
Terrain considered, it's easier to remain in alt mode and simply wallow a little in the water, at this moment.
"Are you really an Autobot?" she checks with him cautiously.
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RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Aug 12, 2015 2:27:09 GMT
Yes, welcome to Earth.
A wing mirror moves a little to check behind him on the swamplands, to see if anything was coming their way.
My name is Round Up, I was alerted to your arrival by my associate. How about you, what's your name?
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Whitewash
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Post by Whitewash on Aug 12, 2015 2:39:20 GMT
"It's 'Whitewash'," she transforms into her base form, several feet shorter than RoundUp "And I'm an Autobot too,". Thanks to this alt, specifically what look like 'coat-tails', her body is surprisingly buoyant in the muddy water, "Although I think I must apologize, Round Up... I'm not entirely sure of anything else right now..."
She settles a little in the water by the road, staring at her hands with a gloomy, deeply thoughtful look on her face.
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RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Aug 12, 2015 2:44:52 GMT
Round Up's boot opens up, ejecting a white block with several struts and a gun, transforming into a 7ft minicon. The car splits and transforms, adjusting his hat.
Whitewash, you're in safe servos.
You can be sure of that!
Deputy chimed in.
Round up's visor shone a little, checking his surroundings.
I should get you back to base.
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Whitewash
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Post by Whitewash on Aug 12, 2015 2:53:44 GMT
"Well, okay," Whitewash puts her harpoon away again, "So where's the nearest tributary to the sea it's in?"
They both look at her, and she transforms back into her fanboat alt.
"Well, my first scan when I got out said this planet is 70% water. And the polar caps are receding. Look, there's water everywhere!" she gestures around her at the swamp, "Obviously there will be some land, and that's why you're a ground-pounder, but it'll at least be in the water, right?" she checks.
And it's kind of hard to find a wide range of multi-terrain vehicles when you're landing in the swamp.
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RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Aug 12, 2015 3:01:59 GMT
Earth may be 70% water, but the 30% of its land is extremely vast, the base is located in the middle of this continent.
What Deputy is saying is that it would be impossible to use your vehicle mode to reach the base from here. We'll go by Groundbridge, the humans have only explored half of that 70%, most of it is deep down under the surface.
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Whitewash
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Post by Whitewash on Aug 12, 2015 3:10:15 GMT
Whitewash returns to base mode. She's really hoping that she won't have to rethink her choice of a water alt. While most Transformers can alter the design of their alt to some degree, few can fully redesign the terrain it would be suited for - that's one of the reasons why Triple-Changers are special.
But right now, even that is of minimal importance.
"I can't remember," she repeats, still worried, "I can't remember who I am . I don't know what I'm doing here... I can't remember anything from before I landed in this swamp..."
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RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Aug 12, 2015 3:15:50 GMT
Round Up, it would appear that Whitewash could be suffering from Amnesia.
Anyone can see that Deputy, Whitewash I'll take you back to base and help you out.
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Whitewash
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Post by Whitewash on Aug 12, 2015 3:21:49 GMT
Whitewash is still sitting, waiting for the Groundbridge, "I've never had memory problems before - at least I don't remember having them..."
She clutches at her helm and tries to squeeze it down on her head, as if that will make a difference.
"I know this sounds pretty obvious, Round Up, but I think something's really wrong... What do you do around here? Because Primus knows I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing."
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Post by RoundUp on Aug 12, 2015 9:42:46 GMT
I uphold the law and take names, primarily patrolling for Decepticon activity. Especially after what they just did to this nation's Capital.
We're in a bit of a squeeze right now and being exposed like this probably isn't helping.
Round Up summons a groundbridge.
Come on, I'll get you into the base.
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Post by Whitewash on Aug 12, 2015 12:58:56 GMT
Whitewash follows Round-Up, clearly uncertain - not of what she's doing, but of... well... everything else in the world.
"I'm starting to think I could have chosen a more flexible alt mode..."
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Post by RoundUp on Aug 12, 2015 13:44:16 GMT
We can provide a better means of getting around this planet if you want.
Round Up nods as he enters the groundbridge.
It won't take long, we have a catalogue of vehicle modes.
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Post by Whitewash on Aug 12, 2015 14:07:38 GMT
"No, I'll be fine. Somebody's gotta be able to get over water, sooner or later," Whitewash points out, "Besides, I'm getting the feeling I'm s'posed to be on a keel."
(To the base!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2015 5:07:42 GMT
It was a quiet night in the Everglades. All of the critters were asleep, save for the large reptiles that rest docile with their heads peeking out from the water. The frogs were very well active, chirping their songs into the night. Despite the land being nothing but swamps, the moon's reflection was causing the murky water to glisten. The scenery was practically serene. However, this could only last for so long this night. The amphibians have ceased their choir, and the gators retreat to their homes on the land. Within minutes, the water begins to ripple and the ground begins to rumble. The sky emits a blood-wrenching screech as it hurls up a stasis pod. The shell plummets into a profound body of water, creating a roaring splash around it before swallowing the craft. As soon as the pod made contact with the wet, mucky earth, it releases a broad energy; an Autobot distress signal.
After what seems like forever had past, the femme's servos twitched. Her mechanisms reacted to her processor springing back to consciousness, thanks to the blaring alarm that was sounding off within the pod. She could feel her entire frame aching, definitely from not moving her limbs for...however long she was in stasis. Ladybird starts to feel around for anything to open the pod up, her digits tingling from the senses starting up again as well. Feeling a circular button, the femme immediately slams a fist onto it and was greeted by one of Earth's tremendous resources. Vile, fishy-tasting water spills into the pod, as well as her mouth unfortunately. Her reflexes causes her to cough, taking in more of the muddy mixture. Struggles came from the Cybertronian after that, and her servos reach out to grab onto the water, quickly swimming upwards to pop up from the swamp. She vomits out the fluid with haste, wheezing into the night. Blue optics flash to life, the red and gray frame heaving as mud drips from the curved edges. With another cough, Ladybird trembles and shutters her optics before lifting up her helm; catching a few vents. It was obvious that her processor was completely void of thought. Had no recollection of how she got here, or where her ship was- if it still existed. All she had the consciousness of doing was to basically sit in place, and attempt to gather her thoughts while she had the time to wait, for anyone, or anything.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2015 20:41:25 GMT
A pede "ploops" down into the muddy surface, causing its owner to make a face of disgust. The Oronian felt so grimy while stomping around in the swamps of the Everglades, just to find some food that would last her for a couple of months. She was definitely due for a wash- she was caked in dirt, and now the lower part of her legs were collecting the strange fluids that could easily corrode her joints. Swiftcut's lips twisted up briefly with a 'yuck', kicking off the mud from her pedes before continuing on to feel for any crocodiles. Hunting for these creatures would be a whole lot easier if it was daylight. With no light source to help with her vision, the female was practically using her antennas to catch any sonar readings from movement. Well- that's what she does most of the times anyways.
With no luck as of yet, the alien was beginning to lose interest in this place fairly quickly. Where on Earth could the wildlife be? In such a humorous fashion, her antennas began to twitch as they capture the pod's screeching coming from a distance, and the sound was enough to make her whole frame shudder. Not too long after that, there was the loud, splashing thud.
Her blue optics were wide and bright for a moment as she stood in place, clutching onto the worn canvas satchel she had always carried around with her since the beginning of her new life on Earth. Whatever the noise was, it had Swiftcut's curiosity captured in a tightening grasp. Slowly shaking her helm, she takes a step back, glancing down to the murk water that came up to the bottom of her calf. She vents out a small huff then, knowing that in some way she was going to regret this decision. With an unconscious unwillingness, The Oronian leans forward, causing her pedes to move as she begins taking steps towards the pod, keeping her pedes in the water to produce less noise; shuffling.
As she draws closer to the small craft, she begins to crouch, her servo tight on her satchel as she peeks past a tree. Her antennas shoot up in alert then, her optics dilating with interest as they lay upon an immobile figure that was sitting up. A quiet series of clicks emit from her vocals, tilting her helm slowly with a slight bob of her antennas. Never during her life on this planet had she witnessed such a strange being- with a physique similar to her on. As much as she would like to walk up to- whatever it was, there were still chances that the being was hostile. Swiftcut keeps her gaze glued onto the femme for that moment, waiting to see if it would move at all. Or was it dead?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2016 22:29:07 GMT
It took quite a bit for Ladybird's vision to finally crackle a few times before everything was crystal clear in her pale blue world. She heaves out a groan, moving one of her delicate servos to rub her helm and bend one of her antennae back into place. Picking up her helm, the femme's ridges rise slowly, lips pursed with a dumbfounded look. This wasn't the area she was expected in... Ladybird grabs onto the outer ridges of her pod and pulls herself up from out of the seat, wincing from her armor creaking due to inactivity. It doesn't take her long to lose footing and trip over the pod a bit. She does try to catch herself with her other clawed pede, however, her wonky and recently charged up systems had other plans. With a loud yelp, the bug tumbles over once more and falls into the water beneath her. She could've sworn that she nearly gagged from the scent of the swamp water filling her systems once more. The Cybertronian growls to herself, sitting up and flicking the liquid off from her servos, eewwww... Ladybird gives another go at the attempt of standing up, but the nauseous feeling was forcing her back onto her rear. That's when she knew that she was in desperate need of energon. Just because she was in stasis for so long, doesn't mean that her frame wasn't using any of her energon to keep her sustained. Her olfactory systems then begin to pick up a scent..it wasn't anything like the swamp water she was around, and she knew that. Her spark skips a beat. She was in no way, shape or form, to protect herself from anything now. All she could do was simply pray to Primus that whoever was creating the scent, was a friendly being. "You...you can come out now- whoever you are. I know you're there. Literally, you smell like something died." Ladybird's voice was cracking. She knew that making sly comments was a bad idea as well, but she was speaking the truth. Whatever was creating that smell, it does indeed smell like something was dead and rotting.
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