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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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A... Jedi?

[Her surprise is obvious.]

Training to be one? How-- [But she bites her lip, shakes her head a little.] That is excellent news. [Because the Jedi... aren't gone.]

I know, pretty wild. [He grins.] She left to train under Master Skywalker himself.

[The words don't have the desired effect -- Padmé's wide-eyed surprise seems to be far more than simple respect at hearing the name.]

Master... Skywalker? [She repeats, her voice shaking.] Anakin Skywalker?

[He frowns at that, clearly confused as he shakes his head.] ...Don't know who that is. Luke Skywalker. The last Jedi?

Luke...?

[The name is barely more than a breath, exhaled shakily as her eyes start to fill with moisture. She bites down on her lower lip to keep it from trembling.]

That... that can't be. [Her little boy, barely more than a baby... how could that be?]

[Her response is frankly frightening, and Finn doesn't quite know what to do, patting her shoulder awkwardly.]

I'm gonna guess you know him?

I...

[Well -- yes and no.]

Promise me, you will never tell this to anyone. Anyone. [She can't afford that.]

Luke... is my son.

[Finn doesn't understand.

She's mad. How is Luke Skywalker her son?! It doesn't make any sense.]

Uh...but...Master Skywalker is...you know. Old.

So you're from that far away... I know this must seem confusing. I hardly believed it, myself, but- there is someone else here, someone who comes from the same galaxy we do, who knows of the Empire. He's from the time of the Rebellion... twenty years in my future.

[ She pauses, gives him a moment for that to sink in. ] I know he speaks the truth, and I know I do. The only explanation is that somehow... those who sent us here on that ship are able to reach through time. Because for me, the Clone Wars have only just ended... the Empire was only recently declared to exist.

[ Another pause. ] ... Anakin Skywalker is my husband.

[Finn frowns. He doesn't necessarily doubt her -- he's heard a lot of wild things lately -- but he's having a difficult time wrapping his head around it. He rubs at his face and takes a few confused breaths.]

Your husband...is Darth Vader. [He shakes his head slowly.] And your son is Luke Skywalker, who is...a hermit Jedi Master in my time.

He wasn't-

[ She bites her lip, looking like her heart is breaking all over again, feeling like she's back on Mustafar, staring in the face of her husband and not recognizing him at all. ]

Anakin... He wasn't always like that. I don't know what happened, it- it must have been the Chancellor. He did something. [ Anakin would never have... not on his own.

The mention of Luke makes her smile sadly. ] Luke... he'd just been born. Before I... before I came here. [ The true explanation to why she looked so pregnant upon arrival. ]

[Finn doesn't understand much of this, honestly, but he's doing his best to follow. She's from so far in the past that Finn doesn't know much about her time. The First Order focused much of their brainwashing on the supposed "glory" of the Empire.]

I'm sorry. [His voice is soft.] I know how it feels to lose someone to that. [The only other person who hadn't subscribed to the brainwashing was Slip, and he was gone now.]

So you'd literally just had a baby?

[ She nods-- he must, if he truly used to be a Stormtrooper. She can imagine the... methods they use, that they aren't exactly the most encouraging of humanity. ]

I'm sorry, too. [ That he's had to experience it. ]

Yes... I'm sure most here expected me to be still pregnant, when I got out of the ship. [ But that wasn't the truth. ] I left Luke and Leia with Obi-Wan... [ And she was also certain she wasn't going to make it-- and here she is. ]

[Finn nods quietly. He'd wondered, certainly, and honestly he was a little relieved that she wasn't pregnant. He had no idea how to deal with that.]

Well...I'm glad you're here. Terrible as that sounds.

[Intro Log #01] Enjoy your new vacation home

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