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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 2016-04-12 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ (Quite unfortunately, he knows he can never really take Ren off-guard).

Though, there is a freedom of riding along, focusing only on the destination and how to get there. Over the terrain– rocky here, grassy there, small hills and valleys, outcroppings. It's been a long time since he's felt a strong wind on his face or had to deal with the pitfalls of places that weren't perfectly paved spaceports and spaceship decks.

So oddly, by the time they arrive, his mood has leveled out. Not that it took particularly long to get there, since the bikes chewed through distance with excellent speed. The engines are disengaged and the locking lever holds it in place for him and Steve to both get off. Steve gets to the ground first and Hux makes a face at the squelch of mud underneath his boots. Well, no helping it. Shifting his bag, he steps down, ignoring how he sinks a quarter inch into the soft ground.

They've checked course a few times, but he does so again, satisfied when the datapad reads out their location as where they'd intended to go. ]


Nothing. We may encounter some later, though, so best to be cautious.

[ There's a quiet question that hangs at the end of the sentence as he glances at Ren, willing to hear his input on whether there's anyone close by. That's his forte, isn't it? ]
narcissithstic: (the love we had— the love we had—)

[personal profile] narcissithstic 2016-04-12 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[He feels Hux's stare before he so much as flicks a glance upwards away from the tediousness of the task at hand. This is the work of the unscrupulous, the low and corrupt, the starving and desperate, of which he is not.

Still, were he more opportunistic rather than the tool he was bred to be, he might realize there was something to be learned from the scavenger girl.

Instead his feet carry him forward, past the set of Hux's shoulder without a single word, attention focused on the gritty surroundings before them with every intention of playing the part of the hound— to lead the chase and sniff out the echo of anything useful through the Force, despite its dullness. After a beat, Ren responds, his voice a clear beacon in Steve's mind.
]

(Nothing. This place is long forgotten.)

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[personal profile] decommission 2016-04-14 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looks to Hux, then to Ren - brow furrowing. Curiosity is blockaded by wariness again on his side of the link, buzzing and humming wordlessly like static. After a moment he finally responds with a nod, then aloud: ]

Let's get to it then. [ The plan from here is less cohesive, they can spread out across the building to cover ground. Or, at least, that's his plan - and he separates from the two of them once everyone's got their boots on the (muddy) ground. ]