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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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[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.
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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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[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?
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[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.
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[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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[He tilted his head in polite greeting.]
How involved with the war were you? Sounds like it's recent.
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[She says all of this with remarkable calm -- she's had to get used to people being after her and wanting her dead. It's part of being a politician.] The war broke out three years ago.
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[That was some heavy shit. A lot more politics than he'd ever really paid attention to. Before. And not the sort of politics he paid attention to now. After.]
Don't think any of them are here. Or if'n they is, it'd be pretty stupid to try anything.
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[It isn't like Palpatine went about everything in a particularly subtle way -- if the clone soldiers were here, none of them would be alive right now, most likely.]
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You got a place you're fixin' on staying?
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[Safe, and close to the others. Both are good things, now.] I'm sure there is a room that is fit to use.
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Call me if you need help.