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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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[pilot]

i. zombies? zombies, where?

[ for someone who has spent the last, oh, since he's been awake, bitching when he's not scowling at their surroundings or anyone attempting to talk to him, han is surprisingly prosocial when they come upon a stirring pile. ]

Run! [ he yells at whoever's closest. stooping, he picks up and chucks it at the nearest body.

if it had been a living person, they would be on the ground, possibly unconscious and absolutely missing an eye. as it is, only the eye part remains true. han pulls a disgusted face. before it can get closer, han swings the metal pipe he'd ripped out of their downed ship. the head makes a satisfying crack when it snaps to the right. ]

Hurry up, and get inside! [ sure he's basically leeroy jenkins but he happens to like living tyvm. ]

ii. bring me the hydrospanner!

[ other people are smart. they go for food. water. you know. necessities. han turns the fuel station upside down for things like, well, fuel. and not even for the sake of warmth.

his bag(s) ( the dead have no use for them ) have since seen their contents increase by screws, parts and the occasional tool or object that could be made into a tool.

to that end han has turned the filthy counter into a collection of assorted spare parts. it may look like chaos because that's what it actually is. this project is going to take a while. it's also a project he's a little protective over as in lieu of greeting, han barks, ] Don't touch anything.

iii. ( anyone who would like to continue tdm threads, let me know if you'd like me to move them here! :'> )

[pinner]

I wasn't going to.

[Athena eyes the parts and his project as she walks in closer. She thinks of things she and Frank Walker could have built together with all the parts. Frank's not here with her so she tries thinking of things she could build alone.

Not that she's going to touch anything.]

What is it that you're making exactly?

[He looks like exactly like the sort of man she'd recruit to Tomorrowland. Someone who tries to make things out of what seems like nothing.]

[pilot]

Right now? Nothing.

[ he lifts his head at the sound of her voice — a little girl's voice — narrowing his eyes when he sees, yes, that is the little girl. great.

han continues sorting through things, separating the useful from scrap. ]

Gotta see what I have to work with first.

[pinner]

Junk, it looks like.

[Which isn't a bad thing. Until you have to carry the junk around.]

If you didn't get a knife in your backpack you could try to build a weapon. I think you'll need one in a place like this.

[pilot]

Depends on the eyes you look with, kid. [ sure, it's all junk, but it's useful junk. big difference. ] Did someone make one for you?

[ his not so subtle way of asking: who's taking care of you? there's always a bleeding heart to volunteer if the girl's parents aren't around. which they aren't, he'd bet on it. ]

i

[phaselocknroll]

[ Maya does not run. What kind of badass Siren warrior would she be if she did?

She can, however, understand the guy's reaction. Dead people should really stay dead, and it's extremely unpleasant for everyone involved when they don't.

Instead, she brings up her left hand, tattoos flaring to life with cyan light, and one of the zombies is lifted off the ground, encased in a bubble of purple energy. The trapped zombie bursts into flames, flames that jump to a couple zombies shambling nearby. Maya watches with grim satisfaction as they writhe and wail and die. ]

You can stay back if you want.

[pilot]

[ what ]

[pilot]

You missed one.

[ nice save, han. very smooth. ]

[phaselocknroll]

Then maybe you should smack it with your pipe.

[ Her phaselock is on cooldown, bruh. You'll have to give her a second. ]

[pilot]

No more glowy effects?

[ but fine. he will.

and hits it twice for good measure. ]

ii

[stabbyterms]

Please. I'm less likely to break anything than you are.

[ Said the woman who punched open a metal panel. Sure, yeah, he'll totally believe that. Besides, she isn't actually here to search the place. Inevitably, she'll end up babysitting Star-Lord as he goes through more or less the same motions, but since it's on the way-- ]

Have you found anything you can repair the ship's communications with yet?

[pilot]

[ the raised eyebrow he aims her way clearly convey his disbelief. between gamora punching open the panel and maya setting things on fires with her tattoos, han's a tad scared of the women here.

so no real difference from the rebellion and leia. ]

Plenty of loose pieces. No real tools. Either they all disappeared or TK over there's hoarding them all.

[stabbyterms]

[ Scary women from space will forever be the constant in poor Han's life. ]

Well, it isn't as if tools walk away. He must have them, so we just go through his place once we've found his power cell.

[pilot]

[ that is pretty much the entirety of his plan. ]

I'm basically done here. [ he shoves a few more parts into his pack, and leaves the rest where he dumped them. ]

If it's here, he hid it well. You'd almost think he wasn't as alone as he's claiming.

iii.

[officio]

( from here )

Not less personal, then.

[ if he's willing to tell her about the empire rather than divulge his own name. the information, though... she breathes out. at least this is good news in that she doesn't have to fear he's going to try and contact the emperor. ]

It does. As it happens... I'm not eager for the Galactic Empire to find out my location, either. [ there is an emphasis in the way she says the empire, like the name feels foreign in her mouth, like it's supposed to be something else. like it's wrong.

but she's certainly not telling the reason for her wish to avoid the empire, just as he won't talk about the nature of the trouble he ran into. ]

[pilot]

[ no, she wouldn't. he eyes the rounded protuberance of her belly before looking at her face again.

stop the presses: han solo is having a feeling. ]

Good news: doesn't look like Empire knows we're here. [ they're not all dead, for one. for another, this isn't kessel. ] We'll just have to keep it that way.

[ he flashes the light over the half-revealed system. his mouth sets in a line. mind made up, han jerks his head out of the cockpit. ]

We're not doing much good here. [ he goes through first, such a gallant hero, except he promptly offers his arm to her to help her across the more treacherous footing. abruptly, he offers, ] Han Solo.

[officio]

[ she can see him glancing at her belly, the way her white hospital gown does nothing to hide it like her clothes back in coruscant did... even if, technically, there is nothing to hide, anymore. and sooner or later, people are going to realize that... but the longer she can keep her children secret, keep them safe -- she will. ]

I don't think anyone knows we're here. That is both good and bad. And if we get the comms to work... let's just hope it isn't the Empire it connects to.

[ she nods, though -- it's not like she can do much to help with the system or anything here, doesn't have the required skills for it. she can fix the basic things, but something of this magnitude? no. and if the engine has been damaged... they might all be in worse danger than they know.

she takes his offered arm... and smiles a little at the abrupt introduction. ]

It's nice to meet you, Han Solo... even if the circumstances aren't exactly what you'd call ideal.

[pilot]

[ han brushes off her courtesy with a gruff, ] You don't know me yet.

[ a lot of words can be applied to meeting him, including some in recent times that never would have stuck before. "nice" refuses to be one of them.

-- an image he promptly ruins when he glances down at her feet. ]

Do you have shoes?

i

[shuckit]

[ look, sometimes things are just doomed, and pulling a leeroy is just your best option out of a lot of shitty options. or it’s just what someone does when they lack impulse control, like thomas, who happens to leeroy jenkins into too many things for his friends’ comfort.

but this? it makes sense here. they’re poorly armed, they’re still aching from the shuttle drop, they have no idea how fast or how strong these things are and no idea if they’re immune to whatever’s going on here. even just fighting them head on would mean getting closer than anyone should to someone carrying a pandemnic. at least, that’s what he’s been assuming it is, given how similar all this is to the Flare. Similar, but not the same.

he’s quick moving through the crowd, carrying a branch with him to thwack a zombie here or there, and a knife at his side that he’d rather not use at the moment. distance would be better. but he manages to dodge the infected decently well, making a run for the gates, and charging them, to slam a shoulder against them. he’s not sure if they’re locked or not, but he’d rather take the precaution and go for the banging them the hell open option, likely followed by climbing up and over. thankfully, not necessary, as they swing open and thomas goes tumbling through. awesome. ]

Come on! We can bar it on the other side! [ and hopefully these things aren’t interested in climbing. he’ll be standing just outside the gates, shoving off or killing any of the things that try to make it past him into the city, and waving the others from the shuttle in. when the last person makes it, he’ll go. at least, that’s his plan. ]

[pilot]

[ wow, no, kid. there is only space for one courageous dumbass.

he's pushed slowly back towards the gate, taking swings that would have him cracking jokes about baseball if he knew about baseball. he looks over his shoulder to find thomas herding the others in and what the hell, kid. ]

Get inside! Go!

[shuckit]

[ you are mistaken, sir.

as the group makes their way in, thomas holds his ground just outside the door, thwacking away the stray infected that make it past or around Han. the man yells back a demand to get inside, and thomas nearly rolls his eyes. ]

I sure as shuck ain't staying out here, but I'm not leaving anyone either.

[ when the last of the travel group makes it through, and they're ready to closer the doors, thomas throws his branch-club, thwacking a couple of the zombies headed for Han, before he dashes out after him, just far enough to grip the back of his shirt and drag him back, through the crack left in the door for them, before it's slammed closed. ]

[pilot]

[ damn heroic stupid —

once he's inside, han takes a long moment to catch his breath. not long enough, however, to not look over to the kid he yelled at. ]

That's a good way to get yourself killed out there.

[ he eyes the wet end of his makeshift weapon with disgust, but he doesn't drop it. no telling what will be in here. ]

What were those things?

ii.

[kickingand]

[ Are you serious, buddy.

-- granted, the fuel station should have at least some fuel hanging around somewhere (and Dean could totally agree on its usefulness), he can't help but look slightly affronted at being told off for not having even touched anything yet. At least yell at him when he's actually trying to take shit, don't go jumping the gun. Especially when lines haven't even been drawn in the sand, yet.

Which is maybe why Dean just starts picking things up for the hell of it, digging around for something with a blunt end. ]

Anyone ever told you that sharing is caring?

[pilot]

[ long as he stay away from han's area, they'll be fine.

don't make him tape lines on the floor because he will. ]

Not in this galaxy.

[kickingand]

[ No. Just no.


No actually do it, they can throw stuffed animals at each other from opposite side of the room. Bring it on. ]

Cause i'm sure you know this place better than the rest of us.