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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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Something he shouldn't have done. Such pain. But he presses on, trying to ignore the rush of empathy, helping her to climb the slight rise. ]
If there's a farmhouse, we should find it. You can rest there.
[ She seemed like she needed it, and perhaps it would give him time to assess--help her, somehow. ]
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I'm sure it's not far. [ Yes -- she needs to rest. When she pauses to take in a particularly deep breath, there is still a phantom grip around her throat, squeezing.
She winces and forces her eyes not to burn. Her children live. That is what is important, here. That is the thought that she needs to focus on, to have the will to keep going. She pushes on, keeps going, and soon enough the farmhouse is in full view... only, there's bodies littered in front of it. ]
Let's hope they stay down. [ Apprehensive -- but there's no choice but to move forward. ]
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Wait. It would be easier if you could enter unfettered. I can draw their attention away, and circle back when the coast is clear.
[ Slow, and stupid. They had nothing on the predatory creatures that had been hunting he and Dean in the forests of Purgatory. ]
Allow me to do this for you, please.
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[ But then -- she knows she isn't in a condition to fight, not right now. She doesn't have her usual strength, is weak on her feet. If anything, she will be more of a hindrance in a fight.
It doesn't feel good to recognize her own uselessness, but Padmé isn't stupid. If they want to survive... ]
Alright. But only if you're certain you can make it back. And when you do... knock three times on the door panel. [ She glances at the knife she's tied to her waist; it will come to good use, if it's someone else out there. ]
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He isn't good at reassurance, so he doesn't linger to do what a normal human being might do, like squeeze his hand around hers or press against her shoulder. He simply moves away ahead toward the farmhouse, moving to pick up a discarded, broken bucket on the way. Tipping it upside down, his hand inside, he gives a soft shout, and rattles his fingers inside, just enough noise to draw the attention of the creatures that were closer to the building.
As they stir, and rise, he dodges backward, moving for the treeline toward the east, drawing the slowly rising creatures that way.
He gets away, circles back, and comes to knock on the door, but it's almost ten minutes before he returns. ]
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She spends the next five minutes looking for anything useful in there, something to barricade the door with, any scrap pieces of metal that might be used as a weapon. The five minutes after that she simply sits, her back against the wall, waiting.
It feels longer than ten minutes when the knock finally comes. She keeps her knife in one hand, pushes the door open with another, breathing out in relief when she can see it's him. ]
You made it.
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But Padme seemed like she thought better of people than that, even with her soul burdened by grief. ]
I did. [ He indicated forward, quietly. ] May I come in?
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Of course. Come in, quick. You weren't hurt? [ She hopes so, and at least he looks to be alright. ]
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[ To be fair, she was the first person he'd met, and he had good reason to be concerned for her already. Her welfare, surprising him, was important.
Perhaps he just had a lot to atone for. She may not know who he was, or what he'd done, but he could start here. ]
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[ She has to be. ]
We should be safe here... for a time. [ She smiles a little, holding out her hand. ] Padmé. Despite the circumstances... it's nice to meet you.
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[ The circumstances rarely got better, he found, so it wasn't as big a deal. He was always meeting people in the middle of apocalypses, and/or running away from bad things. So he took her hand and shook it, very gently, because that was the human thing to do. ]
Here. [ He fished about in his pack, plucking out one of his bottles of water and offering toward her. ] You should rehydrate. You look like you could need it.