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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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i. the forest;

[ The confusion over finding herself on a strange planet where she absolutely, one-hundred-percent should not have been hadn't really abated during the past hour or so that Padmé had spent outside the ship, trying to salvage whatever she could from the hull and helping those who needed it. But the crashed ship would hardly be enough to give shelter for the night -- she and everyone else needed to make it to whatever was inside the wall. A city in ruins was better than a ship that could explode any minute.

She makes her way through the forest slowly, frowning as she looks at the bodies littering the way to the city gates. An epidemic? A war? Could the Clone Wars have reached even this planet? It was possible, though there was no sign of blaster fire, no pieces of clone armor, only dead natives.

It's when she's close enough to the farmhouse that one of the bodies starts to stir. ]

What...? [ She stares with her eyes wide -- before holding on to the knife in her hand a little tighter as she starts to back away towards the farm. Hopefully, whatever manifestation of the dark side this must be, she can outrun it. Hopefully. And if not... well, a knife isn't a blaster, but at least she still knows how to use one.

As soon as she sees that there's someone else in the yard of the farmhouse, she shouts: ] Run! The dead bodies... they aren't really dead! [She winces as she gasps for air, her throat burning -- she needs to stop, and yet she can't. ]

ii. inside the city gates;

[ So it was an epidemic. An epidemic of the sort she had never seen before, horrible beyond imagination. How could something like this have happened, without anyone in the capital being alerted? How could the Senate have let a tragedy like this happen?

Except there was no Senate, anymore. No one to ask for help. Padmé sighs as she sits down on one of the large rocks, broken away from the wall, flinching as the cold seeps through her thin, white hospital robe. She must make a sight, a woman looking pregnant still, sitting there by herself, tapping her earpiece. ]

Obi-wan? Obi-wan, can you hear me? [ She tries several times... but in the end, there is no answer. ]

iii. tdm continued;

[ if anyone wants to continue the tdm threads, just drop me a line here and i will make a continuation thread here! ]

[Athena watched Padmé from afar at first. They had met earlier and Athena didn't want to force her presence on someone that seemed busy trying to communicate with someone. After Padmé tries several times and seems to get no response Athena moves over toward her. She's still in eyesight of Daryl and the others, so she doesn't think anything of leaving the spot she's been sitting and waiting for them.]

I'm not sure you'll reach anyone who isn't here with us. Is Obi-wan someone important to you?

[She smooths down the fabric of her dress before she sits down next to Padmé.]

I know. But I had to try.

[She gives Athena a small smile -- she can't exactly say she was hoping he would hear her through the Force, not in the situation the Galaxy is in, right now. Not when so much as saying the word "jedi" might get you killed.

The question, though... she nods.]

He is a good friend. And before ending up here... I left someone very important to me in his care. [Two someones, in fact, and it was less "in his care" than the fact she was slowly slipping away... but again, she says none of that. Protecting her children is of the greatest importance.]

If you trusted him with someone important, then it's likely everything is perfectly all right.

[Apart from her being here, of course. Things here are far from perfectly all right. Athena's trying to be reassuring though.]

You should focus on being here. On surviving. Once we find safety we can try to create a way to communicate long distances.

I'm sure you're right. There's... no one more trustworthy.

[Not mentioning the fact Obi-Wan wasn't exactly safe, himself, from the Empire. He'd be killed if he was found out... but so would her children. She only needs to have hope, for them all to be alright and alive.]

I know. It doesn't look like the planet's conditions are making that easy for us. [Surviving, that is.]

The conditions won't be easy, but we'll be able to figure out a way to survive.

[She moves to stand up and holds a hand out to help Padmé up.]

There's a man here named Daryl. I think he'll help you, if you need it.

Of course we will. We have food, water. The air is breathable. That is already plenty.

[She won't give up hope, just because there are... dead walking.]

Daryl. I'll keep that in mind. I think, in the long run... we all need to help each other.

Those things work?

[Daryl asked as he came up to her from the side, shrugging his jacket off. It was leather, dark and bulky. Heavy and far too warm for how much sun was out. But he'd been wearing it all day like he wasn't worried about it. Only now, when he sees the woman in the hospital gown, does he strip it off. Pulls his vest off it so he didn't lose that.

Then holds the coat out to her to cover herself if she'd like.]

It seems they do... but only for those on this planet.

[She gives him a small, tired smile -- it was perhaps foolish of her, to think a comm-link like this could reach across several planet systems... perhaps even more foolish to hope Obi-Wan could somehow hear her through the Force. But whatever the reason -- they're on their own, here. No help from the jedi... no one.

She eyes his jacket with a small frown, not because she'd have no need for it, and more because she's not sure he doesn't need it.]

Are you sure? I know we're low on supplies... clothes included.

We find more and you can give it back.

[He shrugged. He was actually feeling better with it off. Cooler. It wasn't like he hadn't cut the sleeves off his own shirt on purpose.]

Didn't realize there were still cell towers functioning. Guess we lucked out on that much. Even if it's just this part of the world.

[Contacting someone not on the planet? Was she from space like that Gamora woman claimed to be? She sure looked human enough.]

Alright... I can agree to that.

[She smiles and takes the jacket, placing it on her shoulders and exhaling quietly when it instantly makes her feel warmer.]

Someone was trying to fix the comms in the ship... he said they might be made to function, still. I believe this is the same tech, for the crew to use on the ground. It is easier to keep in contact when you can speak directly to each other no matter where on the planet you are.

[And also easy in battle, when you could contact those in different strike teams through the comms. She's not quite certain what he means by cell towers, but--]

We'll be even luckier if the ship's communication system can be made to work again. We could contact the ship's home base, find what system we're in, information about the planet... maybe even get a rescue team sent here. [But in all honesty, as optimistic as all of this sounds, she doesn't have much hope.]

You think the ship was from off-planet?

[Daryl sat himself down beside her, pulling his knees up and wrapping his arms loosely around them.]

Pretty sure we're in what's known as the 'Sol' System. On a planet called Earth. At least, that's what it's known as to people who're from it. Another woman, green skin, called it Terra.

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It must have been. I was on a planet called Polis Massa before this, and two others on that ship came from other planets, too.

[There is no other choice but for the ship to have been from another planet than this one... otherwise, how did it crash here? How were they all on that ship?]

The... Sol System. Earth. I haven't heard of a planet with that name before... it must be one of the undiscovered planets. [At least by them-- perhaps the alien woman's race has discovered the existence of the planet... but at least it's not officially in any Republic records.] Is this your home world?

Yeah. And I ain't never left it.

[Which meant that it wasn't so obvious to him that the ship was from beyond the atmosphere.]

Heard stories of aliens abducting people. But usually they're just about probes in places no one wants to think about before being dumped a few miles away from where they were picked up.

[Daryl brought a hand to his mouth and started chewing on his thumb.]

Guess if you ain't one of the ones to discover it, you ain't one of the ones doing the probing.

-- oh. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed. I've rarely been on anywhere that people don't at least know those from other planets.

[So this is a learning curve for her, too. The story almost makes her let out a quiet laugh, because the story sounds so... ludicrous, but she bites it back.]

I can assure you, I know no one who is doing such a thing. There is... was a war in the Galaxy, but it doesn't involve aliens abducting anyone, unless those were important figures on the opposing side. [She'd been held hostage once, too, during the war.]

But my people, my home planet... it is a peaceful one. We're taught diplomacy and to negotiate a peaceful solution from a young age. [A pause.] My name is Padmé.

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