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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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... except these corpses were still moving, still trying to attack them. It looks like the whole thing is more than a horror story, after all.
She had been lost in thought, watching the pile of corpses, wondering what kind of epidemic must have hit them, what exactly made them like this... these normal people, who must have wanted nothing but to lead normal lives, happy and uncomplicated. She wonders why they couldn't have just had peace; if the Republic couldn't have helped this planet survive.
If, if. But there is no Republic anymore, and these creatures who once were people are now beyond their help.
Padmé is jolted out of her thoughts when the alien woman speaks to her, tone dry. And if it surprises her that she's asking a pregnant-looking woman to help with heavy lifting, well... she's another woman -- perhaps she can tell she's not exactly pregnant anymore. ]
I only just arrived - that is hardly all day. But you're right... we can't leave them here. [ They should be burned, the corpses, in a funeral pyre... if only they could make one. ]
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[ Gamora's no fool. She can see just fine what kind of state Padmé is in, although she can make a guess as to her no longer being with child. A certain amount of weight is expected to be lost at birth, although it is true she has no idea if that holds true to this woman's species (she looks human, but is she?). Primarily, she would know if a target was faking or not (Padmé is not a target, thankfully). This, definitely not fake, but also not what it seems, either.
Though if she feels like helping, Gamora's hardly one to stop her. ]
We've all only just arrived. [ Within that day, anyway. ] But if you're going to keel over from dragging bodies, I'd rather you did not.
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But she does know enough about her own medical state to know that exhausting herself now, with how things were before she woke up on that dropship, with a phantom grip still burning around her throat... it would be suicide.
And she has no intention to die here. ]
I'm not going to do anything that I can't. But standing here while others do the work isn't really me. And if moving the bodies is what is needed to help... then I will do as much as I can.
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The last thing she wants to do is pick a fight with a pregnant (or formerly so) lady.
To it all, however, she only offers a shrug. ]
Then go ahead. Just try not to get in the way.
[ Saying that, she gets back to her own work at picking up the next closest body to move. It isn't that Gamora means to be so cold about it, but she doesn't want to give the impression of being one to worry or fret. She is a little worried that Padmé might still hurt herself, truth be told, but she isn't going to state as much in kinder terms. ]
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[ Her tone is wry, quiet -- but she moves, slowly, taking the knife she'd tied to her waist with the rope found in that backpack, using it to poke at one of the bodies. When it doesn't move, she crouches down as much as she can, taking hold of one leg and starting to drag the body. ]
I've spoken to some of the others... some of them don't seem to have known anything about space travel, or other planets. [ But this woman... ] But you do.
[ She may not recognize what planet the woman comes from, but one thing is certain: she's from some other planet. Another system. ]
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[ And Gamora agrees. It might be a little tired-sounding at this point, but it has less to do with Padmé and more to do with how long the day has been dragging on. Back again to get another body, then, again, tossing it into the other pile. ]
And you're right. I do know. There's one other woman, the one with the blue tattoos. Peter. The man in the vest. The rest sound like they might all be Terrans. They've barely gotten past their own moon, from what I've heard.
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[ Judging by the familiarity, that seems likely. ] Man in a vest... that must be Han. You're right about him.
[ They're both on the run from the Empire, so he is certainly familiar with planets and systems outside this one. ] Terrans? I'm not familiar with that name. Is that what this planet is called?