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[Intro Log #01] Enjoy your new vacation home
| INTRO LOG #01 |
The Crash  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. 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  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." "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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[ 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.
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[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.
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[ 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. ]
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[She gives him her name and she reaches out to touch at a part that looks like it could be useful. She pushes it over toward a part that she thought it might go well with.]
And I didn't need to have a weapon made for me. Someone gave me a knife from their backpack.
[Her eyebrows arch up high as she looks up at him. She understands what he's asking and is stubbornly refusing to directly answer.]
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[ he grabs one of the pieces she was playing with. ]
I told you not to touch.
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[Both of her hands fold neatly against her stomach and she observes him. He's very possessive of spare parts and pieces.]
It's easier to determine what you can make if you can take a quick and simple inventory of the pieces you have.
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I know what I'm gonna make. I'm saving the pieces I need.
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[Oh. He's one of those sarcastic kind of people. She understands now.]
What is it you're going to make? I could help.
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except. she's tiny. she'd fit in little spaces. ]
You know anything about spaceships?
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I have more experience designing and repairing hovercrafts, but I've helped create a few spaceship prototypes.
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Good. 'Cause I'm going to fix the comms on the ship and get someone to come pick us up.
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[She's a little skeptical that it can happen with the parts he has out here but she's always been a dreamer and she doesn't see anything wrong with being optimistic here.]
Are you planning on staying on the ship until you fix it?
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If there's a way to patch over the hole in the hull. I don't really feel like waking up to one of those things outside.
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[He looks like he needs someone to keep an eye on him.]
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[ no he can't. ]
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Nice try, but it's going to take more than that to offend me. [ like questioning his capabilities. or talking shit about his ship. or taking charge of your own rescue. or…
ok it's really easy to offend him. but still. ]