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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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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.
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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.
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[ 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?
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and that question is simply more proof that he's not as gruff and uncaring as he seems to want to appear as. ]
I can't say I do. I wasn't... anywhere I needed to walk, before this. [ he can make his own conclusions as to what that means. ]
But it's alright. There was a blanket in the backpack... I can cut it and wrap it around my feet for now.
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Well, hurry up. I'm not carrying you. Does anyone even know where to go?
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[ the words come with pauses as she drags the blanket out of her bag, ripping it in half with a firm yank and wrapping the pieces around her feet. ]
I don't know. I guess we'll have to see... there must be something nearby. Somewhere we can take shelter.
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han gives her a minute, then looks down. ] Done?
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[ she nods before picking up her pace, moving as much as her current state allows. ]
What do you suggest, then? Camping out near the wreckage? No, someone must have seen the ship fall. It's not safe.
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I'm not saying it is. But everyone hiking into the unknown isn't very smart, either.