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THE N E S T ([personal profile] onemind) wrote in [community profile] station722016-03-27 01:37 pm

[MISSION LOG] GET IN THE CAR

CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: Avera 9
WHEN: Day :156 - 160
SUMMARY: Welcome to the jungle muddy junk pile in space. Avera 9, pt.1
WARNINGS: None; will edit if necessary.






THERE IS AN EXPECTATION that all hosts meet on the flight deck; that much is obvious on waking - something that, strangely, all new hosts seem to have done at the same time. Pack your things, says a gut sensation. It's time to go somewhere different.

ONCE ASSEMBLED, it isn't long before Prince and Cathaway make their own appearances. They have a set of kits with them - one for each young host - and a square that unfolds into a data pad with mission details. Each kit contains some of the materials hosts will find helpful for their assignment, and the equipment is not to be traded away or sold, Prince explains. The rest, Cathaway adds, will be provided once travel is complete. And then it's time to get underway. Today that means piling into a sleek, arrow shaped ship with plenty of space to carry personnel and equipment. There are a number of bikes lashed in the cargo area, places for hosts to stow their things, and enough seating at each side of the carrier's interior for hosts to be comfortable. It's a short trip, Cathaway assures and then makes her way with Prince to the cockpit. Today, they're coming with.

Initial checks. Engines go. The landing circular landing pad under the ship turns, lowering down into the flight deck floor as it goes. The ship comes with it, descending into the cool dark depths of the Station. There's a shudder as it locks into the launch tube, as the channel overhead is sealed; there is no countdown, just a pulsing moment of anticipation-- and then rocketing, teeth rattling momentum and a bright, hot flash of joy as the ship is projected from the Station - as it sears through time and space and a hundred versions of the same universe until it comes to rest here: smacked out into real space hung above a murky brown planet, clearly visible through the massive viewscreen at the front of the ship.

It's a good thing there's not much to look at; Cathaway doesn't waste time before deftly setting a course, slicing down through upper atmosphere with hardly a shudder from the knife point shaped ship. The planet comes up rapidly and a hum passes through the carrier as it lowers - cresting down through dark clouds to be battered by rainfall and the cross cutting of wind. But it flies steady, sure, and in time they streak at ground level across muddy flatlands and massive stone slabs - skim across inert bodies of water in the slow process of expanding from the constant sluggish rainfall.

The ship eventually comes to rest in the middle of what must be a massive valley; it sets down with hardly a shiver, then something clangs loud and the ramp at the rear descends. Cathaway unhooks her harness and rises from the pilot's seat.

"Here we are. Be well and do well; try not to kill anyone." Yourselves included, being the unspoken addendum. "Make sure to return here at the specified time. We can't extend our time table to account for stragglers."

There is a pause before Prince adds, with an edge of silent reluctance, “If you find yourselves in a situation you cannot handle, call and we will come.”

And then you're free to go wherever you like. Welcome to Avera 9.


(click to zoom; blue is water; yellow is lowlands/flood plains/etc; green is higher, drier terrain; brown is for ridges/high ground)





((OOC Notes: You'll notice that this log only covers the first few days of the mission; this is to allow for player character decision making to effect the back half of the mission. That said, feel free to make your own logs and posts on the IC community as you see fit - just be aware that dating past day :160 may get a little wonky depending on how events proceed!

If you have any mission specific questions, direct them to the OOC post here. For exploration and salvage discovery, we've decided to give players a largely free rein for what items can be found. However, if you want specific mod-generated items for your characters to stumble across during their salvaging, feel free to use THIS thread to request that!))




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[personal profile] exhuxperation 2016-04-04 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ At Prince's motion, he follows, not wanting to be in the way of yet another passerby. He's used to crowds and hallways that weren't quite wide enough to sneak past a contingent of troopers– this is a bit different. There's more than enough room if people would just follow an orderly direction.

(People shirk order, most of the time).

What's more, though, is the relief he feels at the lack of physical touch. Frankly, he's had enough of his emotions being peeled back and his mind feeling like an exposed nerve. He barely knows Prince, but he already respects him more than most anyone in the Nest so far. ]


It reminds me of some places I've seen. [ And that's all he'll say on the matter for now. ] They will grow used to it, after the first few times. If they do not, this journey will be much more difficult for them, on top of everything else.
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[personal profile] regalled 2016-04-04 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[He gives one last glance about before he lowers his hand from the humid air and turns himself in the direction that Hux had previously been walking, with the slightest gesture, an urge to continue on. Whether he had a particular destination in mind or not. It was not a particularly suitable place to stand and talk.]

Yes,typically. But I prefer Hosts to face their challenges with as little distraction as possible. Not all of my predecessors would agree, but for most you must learn to walk before you make a great journey.

[Clearly no part of him felt their purpose here was any sort of meaningful challenge. We're they to return with nothing he would be only disappointed in their lack of effort. They wouldn't have failed to strike a meaningful blow against their enemies.]
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[personal profile] exhuxperation 2016-04-06 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't have a particular place in mind, aside from mapping out the spaceport where he can. They aren't going to be here very long it feels like but it always helps to know the area. Just in case. Hux follows alongside Prince, at ease as much as he can (which isn't much). ]

No use throwing in with the fire. [ Training starts this way, usually. Not babying the new people, per se, but there's a bit of hand holding. Until they learn the rules, then the bets are off.

Still this does beg the question: ]


How many have come before?
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[personal profile] regalled 2016-04-07 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is impossible to miss the easy way he speaks of training, with experience, but quite like it wasn't truly happening to him. Prince wasn't sure if he believed it was. Perhaps he thought himself already prepared.

That would likely change.]


The answer depends on precisely what you mean. If you mean to ask how many Hosts there have been in the Nest, I cannot answer. Nor could Cathaway. It has existed for far too long, across too many universes for the answer to be clear. If you mean simply how many I have trained before you, I would have to check my records to give you a clear answer.

[Many. Cathaway would likely be able to pull them all to the forefront of her mind, small pieces of herself. He could not.]
Edited 2016-04-07 18:30 (UTC)
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[personal profile] exhuxperation 2016-04-19 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ (Some part of him still is waiting for the other shoe to drop and someone to tell him he's been dreaming).

It's not like him to hold onto such fantasy, but the change was so drastic it's rather unbelievable. There's an element that's got two feet solidly on the ground, even as he speaks of training in an abstract way. Though ultimately, the training that applied to the troopers and what they'll implement here– it will be different. He'll have to adjust and learn so he doesn't end up dead or worse. In this instance it's a bit difficult to think of the more fatal consequences, since the pace here is so leisurely. But, that doesn't stop it from being a very near possibility.

Always keep one's mind on the worst case scenario. A part of a commanding officer's code. ]


I see. I'll spare you the extra work; that answer in itself is telling.

[ Though, because he can't help himself and details are his lifeblood. ]

What exactly do we have to look forward to?
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[personal profile] regalled 2016-04-19 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods, easily accepting his response. If there had been only a few dozen, only as many as this a few times, be would remember them all. But there had been groups far larger than this many times, over many cycles.

Few remained.]


Another difficult question.

[He looks forward still, a quiet moment as he organizes his thoughts, considers hid answer. It was never satisfying, even to him. Too vague, too broad. The result of their sworn duty.]

We do what we must. The enemy we fight has many plots. They overthrow governments, insite wars, carry out invasions. But they also sway public opinion, change the direction of growth in civilizations, and discourage advancements. They meddle, here and there, on small scales and large. And we do our best to stop or undo the damage they have done.

[Not exact by any stretch.]

We adapt, as need calls. The Nest is made up of many individuals with many different strengths. We will need them all.