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[MISSION LOG] GET IN THE CAR
CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: Avera 9
WHEN: Day :156 - 160
SUMMARY: Welcome to thejungle 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!))
WHERE: Avera 9
WHEN: Day :156 - 160
SUMMARY: Welcome to the
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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But she also senses the flicker of discomfort, and smiles in an attempt to alleviate it as she pulls her hand back.]
Sure we can.
[She takes her datapad back and stores it away, taking a few steps back and waiting for Angel to follow.]
Got something in mind?
[She doesn't bother to mention her own dietary restrictions.]
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No... no not really. [ shakes her laugh. ] I tried to pick something before but... it became a little too much. I didn't even know what to ask for... [ laughs at herself, shaking her head. ]
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Well...is there anything you can't eat?
[Start small, then compromise.]
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I should be fine with anything you pick... Well, assuming it's fine for humans to begin with.
[ Which is... something she hadn't considered before, honestly. Blinks, considering Ahsoka again. ] What about you? Is there anything you can't eat?
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[There is a 'sort of' clause that she doesn't bother to elaborate on. Being raised in the Jedi Order changed a lot of your habits and other things. Thankfully, she was capable of processing other kinds of food if necessary, but only if she didn't mind having a stomach ache for the next few days.
After walking for a few moments in silence and finding the nearest establishment, she pauses and turns to smile back at Angel.]
My people are natural carnivores.
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Which isn't fair, Ahsoka was much prettier than a skag. Not that she was noticing at all. Darting her attention away when she realising she's staring, again, she heads towards a table that's free. ]
So I guess that crosses vegetables off the menu. [ Her head tilts, trying to be a little less overt in her contemplation. ] Would products from animals still be fine? Milk, cheese, and so on? [ Less about eating right now, and more in general. Curious. She hadn't asked so much before, but she hadn't really been in the headspace to do it. ] Or is it strictly a meat thing?
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Strict carnivore. I don't stomach other things very well.
[She doesn't bother to remind Angel that she's not the one trying to eat food. Being humanoid means her sharp canines hide themselves very well when she isn't talking. Eventually, she strolls by a stand selling kababs of grilled mixed media.]
How 'bout this? Not much choice. Makes it easy.
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Guess so.
[ Later, she'll get more confident, and she'll devour everything in sight. But for now, she shrugs, fishes around for her credit chip, and points.... at whatever looked somewhat familiar. ]
Well, I guess it's got to be healthier than junk food right?
[ Probably why this looks appealing, that teenage part of herself that craved pizza and fries. ]
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[She smirks in a mischievous manner like the pair of them were doing something suspicious, though the reality was that such cravings were mostly foreign to her. Her diet was supplemented for all the training she did, and as such, high protein had been a constant even when she was a child.
She passes her credit chip over in exchange for one of the vendor's wares, holding her hand out for a duplicate of Angel's.]
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[ It smelled fine though, and that was half that battle. Counts herself off mentally, here goes nothing: one, two, three. Before she takes a bite of it. Just the one, waiting to see what on earth it tasted like, see if she hated it or not.
- But it wasn't terrible, salty, tangy from... whatever sauce it is, and she swallows down wuickly and like her body suddenly became clear that this was what it wanted ( eridium, that pure source that she can burn up ) she couldn't help the bite after that, or the one that followed. Doesn't really seem to stop, until it's all gone, and she's left with a bare stick and licking her thumb clean. ]