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INTRO LOG #01

The Crash "-̭̫̜̩̪̑̈́̓̌̐-̞͓̘̩͖̿́͒͑͘░͙͈̥̦̼̌̊̒̾̅░̨̢̠͙̖̉͊̽͌͝░̫͔͎̤̘̀̑͋͛̾ȩ̨̬̙͛̐̋̀̕͜m̻̬͈̠͒̌͌̍͌͜ ̡̲͈̙̼̽̾͆̊̃f̖̟͉̲̪̈́̾̀̂̀ą̢̯̘̙́̇͑̈̋i̪̱̙̘̟͌́̄̊͘ļ̢̛̲͕̣͐̎̿͛u͕̣̥̘̳̓̃͗͠͝r͉̠̗͖̰̉̅͗̚͘ę̛̺̥̝̘̄͑̌̈́.̣̫͕̰̭̓͂̈́̓͊ ̟̗͔̟͋̿̒̚̚ͅA̠̫̬̼̣̒̇͛́̊l̫̬͎̤͈͑̀͂̐̆ë̡̧̝̺͖́̍̂͂͝r͙͍̱̫͕̆͊̾͐̕ţ͙̻̣̝͒́̄̈́͆!͕̫͓͉̹̌̍̽̂̓ ̧̛̲͎͖̳̌̆̾̏░͖̲̞̼̹̇̄̌̈́̊░̡͍͎͍̘̇̈́̕͝░̪͚̼̦̃̋͊̆͜͠è̛̞̬͙̠̖̊͌̂m͖̝̟̗̣̽̄̐̚͠ ̛̹̯͈̮̼̈́͊͌͠f̧̰̖͋̊̈̊̑͜͜ą̨͚͎̹̀̎̑͋́i̞̬͓̭̳̎́̓͘͠l̢͈̲͇͕̈́̆̐̌̈́ư̰̞͚̻̺̔͑̓̑ṛ͎̯͚̇̔̾̔̏͜ę̛̻̼̭͊͆̕͜͝.̯̖̫̣͔̔̋̔̽͠ ̺̼̟̲͌́͒̔̅ͅĄ̹̝̖̺̂̇̽̒͊ĺ̛̺̰̰̤͎̾͗͝e̛̗̭̻͕̹̓̔͆̆r̢̛͙͖̘̻̈̚̚͘t̰̲̠̖̻̉͂̆̓̇!̬̞̟͉̺̂͆̊͑͐" You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything... You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash. You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable. Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go. "W̞͓̝͓̓̀̍̒͘͜ȃ̢̗̪̤͇̔̃̚͝░̟͙̯̳̱̈͂̈́̈́͠n̬̘̬̤̠͛̅̈́͋͝i͓̟͈͎͙̐̆̈́̔̓n̡̟̤̟̤̑͐͋͐̚g̩̱͖͉̻͌͛̈͆̈́!̧̪̰͇̦̓̂̆̌͝ ̢͔̣̠̗̾̉́̌̒C̢̥̟͍͊͊͑̀̚ͅr̛͙̪̙̟͐̽̓̅͜i̫͖̻̣̘̽̑͂̾̎t̩͇̦̬̞͊̌̑̈́͝i̡̳̠̞̐̿̍̎̀͜c̡͕͙͕͕̓̊̌̾͘å̼̯͍̙̲̍̏̚͝l̢̥͉̮̙̋̆͐̆́ ̢̰̞͕̯̋̈́̈́̋͌f͇͔̟̻̈̽͌̒̉ͅa̳̰̠͉͔͒̑̈̈͘i̟̭̦̺͎̍̾̽̈́̐░͕̣̥̭͛̿̓̽̐ͅ░̰̪̠͇͍̆͛̀͝͝░̘̱̩̳̘͆̈́̆̀̚e̛̻͈̳̳̺̊̔̚̕.͙̟̳̼̾̀̅͊͊ͅ" With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry. [Mod Note: In case you missed the testdrive, this is your chance to play out your arrival or any other intro CR] Traversing the Forest Between the crash and the ruined city is a lush forest full of skittish wild life, the ruins of a farmhouse-like structure, various flora, and the occasional body. Try not to get too close to those bodies, kids. They have a tendency to wake up and try to get ya. The closer to the city one gets, the more frequently they'll see a dormant body. Hopefully you took the time to set up your small ear piece. Once inserted into the ear, the device will prompt you for your name. Once spoken, the device in your ear will be given its own address and all someone has to do is tap the button on their ear piece, speak "private to" then their friend's name, and it will open a private channel to the comm device coded with that name. Open radio signals can be sent by simply tapping the button and speaking. Once you reach the city gates, you will find a mass of corpses piled against the closed gates. These corpses will stir when they catch the scent of the survivors or hear their approach. You may want to take care of the dormant infected before they fully regain awareness. Or, you know, trip the closest person to you and run like hell. Maybe they'll be too distracted chewing on your former friend to follow... Once inside the city, you'll meet its only surviving occupant. He's a bit unique and a bit... well... he's unique. ⨷ TK Baha's Warm Welcome ⨷[TALK] "Smells like livin' folk. Yer just lucky I got no munitions left." Sitting on a porch with a shotgun balanced in his lap was a scarred gentleman wearing dark goggle-like glasses. He was missing a leg and looked a little worse for the wear. His voice was thick with a drawl, but he seemed to be well and alive. He chuckled and lowered the shotgun back to his lap, patting the barrel. "Naw, ain't seen nothin' worth shootin' in a long time. Heehee! Ohhh-hoo boy, you lot've seen better days. Well, come on over here and git that gate shut before somethin' with an appetite thinks we're open for business." TK smiled and laughed again, beckoning the shipwrecked survivors to come closer. "Let's see. First things first, you lot gotta have somewhere to stay. Hotel's open an' prices 're cheaper than ever! Forgive the staff, they ain't too lively, though if you know what I mean. Heeheehee! You get it, right? 'cause they're all dead. Make yerselves at home. You're gonna be here a while." TK pulls out an old, worn, folded pamphlet and holds it out. There are plenty to go around. "This here's a tourist's guide ta everythin' ya need to know. Or, well, kinda some of it. Anyway, it's useful. Take it. The name's TK Baha and I been around these parts a while. Anything you need, you let me know, okay?" "You got a good set a' legs, right? See, I gotta ask you a favour. I ain't been keeping up with things. Gonna need you to find me a power cell for this here transceiver. Think I stashed the last one at the hotel reception desk. Or was it the minimart? The fuel station? Anyway, you get me that and I'll get this here piece of scrap workin' again."

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[zimasoldier]

[He gives the other man a very curious look. The way he answered almost sounded, to Bucky, like the man knew for certain there was a hell. "If something exists." The things he did under HYDRA's control weren't him. But did it really matter in the grand scheme of things? He fought for his country. He saved lives. He helped people. But then they turned him into a murderer. A weapon. How would his soul be judged for that?

Cas spoke up again, pulling him from his thoughts.]

Yeah, I have a group. I've been scouting to make sure none of those things are near by. If you're with someone, I can help you back to them. I won't let anything get you. If not, I can cover you until we find safe ground.

[strangelic]

[ It always mattered. Intent was so important, and the implication that the road to Hell was paved with good intentions was merely a scare tactic employed by preachers who couldn't reconcile the eclectic choices of their flock. Of course, Castiel wasn't one to speak on what judged a soul good or not; his own judgements had been vicious, when he had wielded the power of God as his own--intent hadn't mattered to him then.

He recognized that Bucky was turning his thoughts inward, and gave him a moment, and then he nodded at the suggestion. ]

Thank you, I'd be grateful for that. We agreed to meet up at the farmhouse if we were separated.

[zimasoldier]

You're in luck. I know exactly where that is. We spent a little bit of time there.

[Buck started in the direction of the farm house, setting an easy pace for mister surefoot to follow.]

How'd you get separated?

[He didn't trust people at his back, but this guy didn't seem all that dangerous. More lost and confused than anything. Still, he was trying to keep more beside him than in front. Enough to lead or take on any danger that might pop up, but far enough back in case he was dangerous.]

[strangelic]

That's...

[ How does he even explain that testing out his wings he'd managed to fly into thick tropical underbrush and get himself lost, almost the moment they'd reached the farmhouse? He'd been aiming for the landing site, meaning to just fly back and look for supplies, but that wasn't where he'd ended up. So instead of coming out with an answer that would make him look crazy, or reveal that he's not human, he makes himself look edgy and dangerous instead, with: ]

It's complicated.

[ He'd explain if pressed, but as they were moving, there was a cracking and stumbling in the underbrush just to their left, and Castiel turned in toward it. ]

[zimasoldier]

[James raises an eyebrow angling to catch his charge in his peripheral vision with the shady answer, not so much worried by it, because he has his own secrets to keep, but because it was just interesting. However, before he can comment, there's noise off to the side.

Buck stopped dead, holding his flesh arm out to block his follower's advance, though it seems he heard it as well. The Soldier edged himself between the source of the sound and Castiel. He'd left the fire iron...]

Stay behind me.

[He whispers and settles into an offensive stance with his left foot and shoulder forward. A living weapon was never really weaponless, was he? He could still take out these rabid things, it just involved a slightly closer approach.]

[strangelic]

You're unarmed, [ Castiel observed, although he allowed himself to be edged back, out of familiarity with the practice. It was better not to quibble details in the middle of an altercation.

But Castiel was armed--his blade, long, silver, with three edges, sprung into his hand, seemingly from up his sleeve, but with Bucky turned away from him it didn't really matter where it was coming from. Castiel didn't like having to kill anything, however. Running was always preferable to fighting, having killed as many creatures, people, angels as he had. ]

We shouldn't fight. If we can, we should run.

[zimasoldier]

[Was this where he pointed out the tastelessness of the joke, given one of his arms was fake? No, maybe later, when things weren't dangerous.]

If we run, and it is one of those things, it could hurt someone else. [Bucky's instinct will always be to protect others. It's why he went to war. It's why he preferred to snipe. It's why he didn't want Steve going to war...

Then something caught his eye and he spared his charge a glance. Where had that thing come from? Why hadn't he used it when he was in danger before? If the man wasn't a fighter, it made more sense that his first instinct wouldn't have been to draw his weapon.

There was no doubt in his mind that he could take anything lurking in the brush, but if there happened to be more than one, and it got to his charge...]

Ease back slowly. I'll cover your back.

[strangelic]

[ Castiel doesn't argue. He steps back carefully, turning his back to Bucky so that he can watch the treeline behind them. If anything emerges, Castiel will be prepared to protect Bucky's back too. So they carefully backtrack as the crashing comes closer still. Any moment now, it will be upon them. ]

You can't kill everything in this forest. Believe me, we've tried.

[ Different forest, but...

But here it came, and Castiel only watched out of one eye, keeping most of his attention on the other side of the clearing, so that if something did come for them while Bucky was fighting in the other direction, it wouldn't catch them unguarded. ]