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[hatch log] into the garbage chute, flyboy(s)
CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: The Station + Concordia
WHEN: DAY :43 - :44
SUMMARY: New hosts hatch on the Station; their arrival on Concordia is bumpier and smellier than usual.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.
YOU WAKE UP and nothing will ever be the same again. A moment ago you were somewhere familiar - or familiar enough; now you're lying in a small faintly hexagonal chamber lit by a gentle white light emanating from the surrounding walls. You can't shake the sensation that you've been asleep for a long, long time.
The sluggishness of coming out of a deep, dreamless sleep persists all the way until you disconnect the tube running from the compartment's rear wall to the base of your neck. Then things get loud. A wave of emotion fills the void. Fear, uncertainty, relief, a sense of purpose or loneliness or anxiety; maybe some of these emotions are yours, but they can't all be. Somewhere, someone else is feeding their thoughts and emotions into your mind. On the plus side, it's easy to follow that digging, familiar sensation to each other. After all, you're part of the same brood. You belong together.
Welcome to Station 72. Sirius and Kavinsky will have one day aboard the Station to acclimate to their new reality before they're whisked away to Concordia to join the rest of the young hosts. Get to know one another, ask some burning questions; in a day's time you'll be boarding a shuttle and going somewhere far, far away.
MEANWHILE IN CONCORDIA, the host's espionage efforts are coming to a head. Preparations for infiltrating Public Security HQ are in full swing, a handful of hosts are planning to get in close with Representative Goram Saffit himself and there's currently a semi-functional android taking up one of the beds of the Bearings apartment block. Honestly, there's more than enough on everyone's plate without piling new hosts on top of it all. But that doesn't stop Nirad from disappearing when he's called to return to the Station. Presumably, this means everyone better get ready to debrief some new arrivals soon...
((OOC Notes: This is the hatch log for all new and recently returning hosts; any threads on the Station should be closed to newly awakened hosts or Station-based NPCs. Any threads on Concordia can be open to both new and old hosts!
If you have questions about the mission specifically, direct them to the most recent calendar post HERE. You can find a more detailed overview of the hatching process HERE; you might also want to take a glance at the MISSION CONCORDIA BRIEFING. For all other questions, please hit up either the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages.))
WHERE: The Station + Concordia
WHEN: DAY :43 - :44
SUMMARY: New hosts hatch on the Station; their arrival on Concordia is bumpier and smellier than usual.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.
YOU WAKE UP and nothing will ever be the same again. A moment ago you were somewhere familiar - or familiar enough; now you're lying in a small faintly hexagonal chamber lit by a gentle white light emanating from the surrounding walls. You can't shake the sensation that you've been asleep for a long, long time.
The sluggishness of coming out of a deep, dreamless sleep persists all the way until you disconnect the tube running from the compartment's rear wall to the base of your neck. Then things get loud. A wave of emotion fills the void. Fear, uncertainty, relief, a sense of purpose or loneliness or anxiety; maybe some of these emotions are yours, but they can't all be. Somewhere, someone else is feeding their thoughts and emotions into your mind. On the plus side, it's easy to follow that digging, familiar sensation to each other. After all, you're part of the same brood. You belong together.
Welcome to Station 72. Sirius and Kavinsky will have one day aboard the Station to acclimate to their new reality before they're whisked away to Concordia to join the rest of the young hosts. Get to know one another, ask some burning questions; in a day's time you'll be boarding a shuttle and going somewhere far, far away.
MEANWHILE IN CONCORDIA, the host's espionage efforts are coming to a head. Preparations for infiltrating Public Security HQ are in full swing, a handful of hosts are planning to get in close with Representative Goram Saffit himself and there's currently a semi-functional android taking up one of the beds of the Bearings apartment block. Honestly, there's more than enough on everyone's plate without piling new hosts on top of it all. But that doesn't stop Nirad from disappearing when he's called to return to the Station. Presumably, this means everyone better get ready to debrief some new arrivals soon...
ON THE STATION, there's a hum in the air - or the mind, rather. Follow the buzz and it'll lead to the Hangar Deck where a slick brick-shaped black transport is waiting. The source of the mental hum seems to be a young man: Nirad has come to collect you. He'll answer any questions; in fact, he seems happy to talk and length about absolutely anything. The boy's apparently the rambling type with little to no filter between his brain and his mouth. The combination of talking and mental hum can be disorienting. Once safely aboard the transport, the ship’s landing platform descends through the floor of the hangar. It snaps into place in the airlock. For a moment there’s a beat of perfect stillness, a shiver of anticipation. Then the transport is flung through the shaft and ejected into the wild black of space. There’s a nauseating lurch in your belly as it bursts through the delicate shell of the multiverse and snaps into real space above the blue and yellow marble of the planet Opia. Somewhere, thousands of miles below in the city of Concordia, the rest of your brood is waiting for you.
A BUMPY LANDING
The stealth ship slices down toward the planet until it fills the entire viewscreen. "All right, everyone out," Nirad announces, unbuckling his harness and jumping to his feet. Uh. What?
He leads to the port side of the transport ship where there's a small series of circular ports. They're roughly shoulder width. At a touch of a button, the ports open out to a series of escape pods. There's only enough room for one and it looks like you'll be lying on your back the whole trip. "Hop in. I'll launch you and then follow you down in my own. The pod's stealth tech should keep you invisible to the locals until someone comes to find it, but don't forget to scrap the pod when you're out of it. We can't risk someone finding it laying around." A pause. "Sorry, by the way. Usually we'd just land the ship but it's getting kind of obvious."
Hopefully you weren't expecting a nice, easy trip down to the planet because this is dark and joyless. The escape pod has no windows. It launches from the transport ship and rockets downward at the behest of the planet's gravity. Everything shakes. It's desperately cold, then violently hot and then-- something gives. The sound of something whistling. A jerk. The escape pod trembles as the anti-grav jets at the base deploy. It's a last attempt to soften the landing, then the pod drives down into a mountain of debris like a tent stake into muddy earth.
Congratulations, you've landed more or less safely in Concordia's only open air landfill.
SEARCH & RESCUE
It's three in the morning and maybe you're asleep in Bearings or maybe you're burning the midnight oil; either way, Carata is in your mind telling you to get up and get ready. "The new hosts have landed. Let's go pick them up, shall we? If I were were, I'd wear some clothes you don't really care for."
Time to go digging through the city's biggestdumpstertransfer facility!
The escape pods will have to be unearthed and opened from the outside to rescue their inhabitants. Once free, be sure to dismantle pods and scatter them through the piles of debris. Eventually all of this will be recycled, but we don't want anyone finding mysterious alien technology in one piece now do we?
((OOC Notes: This is the hatch log for all new and recently returning hosts; any threads on the Station should be closed to newly awakened hosts or Station-based NPCs. Any threads on Concordia can be open to both new and old hosts!
If you have questions about the mission specifically, direct them to the most recent calendar post HERE. You can find a more detailed overview of the hatching process HERE; you might also want to take a glance at the MISSION CONCORDIA BRIEFING. For all other questions, please hit up either the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages.))
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[He seems... grim. Untrusting. Hesitant and suspicious. They're all qualities she recognizes in herself, approves of, and finds annoying to encounter in others. That said, however annoying, they're the signs of a sharp mind. All the better, then, that this man is on their side now. Once he's cleaned up, he may be of some use.]
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Countryside's got a great deal to recommend it. [Caves. Full of rats.] Or did you mean the rubbish heap?
[He's starting at last with longer sentences, complex words. Humour, nearly. Like the normalcy of walking around a city is somehow a restorative, when chiefly he wants to carve a hole somewhere and keep working at it until he finds his way back. There is no time, and at the same time there's nothing but time, and so Sirius gives the other way one last glance before he follows after her at last. Careful to keep her a little ways ahead, as if proximity will make their unseen closeness worse.]
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[She's smiling now, but it's edged with sarcasm. She likes anyone who can hold their own in a conversation here. So many people here are piteously thin skinned.]
Don't worry, you'll be fed and watered if you pull your weight.
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And he knows what he's worth, which is very little anymore. And also a great deal, if sanity ever stops feeling like a handful of powdered salamander.]
And if I don't, I'll be left to starve. Inspiring.
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[Her voice drips with sarcastic disapproval. Even the walking corpse behind her can do better than that.]
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[He keeps his eyes on her as he follows, shuffled footsteps. The connection is more tentative, he realises. A present awareness that's still nothing like what he'd felt with Kavinsky, all raw and real. All of this under a passing lucidity which will probably be over soon.
Then again, if she keeps up the sarcasm, he might be able to stick it out a bit longer. Of the nerves remaining to him, she's hit on a good one.]
If that's not the catch, then, what is?
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Even if you don't dance, your voice still adds to their bizarre chorus.
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Right.
[Good talk.]
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What's your name, anyway? [She keeps walking, leaving a distance between them. She doesn't want to spook him any further. Not yet.] You can call me Mara.
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Sirius Black.
[Learning her name lacks the instantaneous familiarity of knowing Kavinsky's name, picked out of nothing. Sirius doesn't repeat her gesture, but his gaze darts ups if he'll be able to see his own temple.]
It's all recognition and no-- knowing, then.
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And take it without asking. D'you have any of that sort here?
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More than I'd like. They're particularly fond of shoving unpleasant memories around as a form of attack. [Because she's obviously never done that, shh.] You'll have to work on building up your walls.
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[And it's not Occlumency he's thinking of. Nothing like dementors to expand the mental fortitude. Sirius rubs the back of his wrist against his forehead, a brief application of pressure that doesn't do anything to mitigate how tired he is under everything.]
S'ppose we can't just have done with them ourselves.
[Preemptive. Get them before they get us. That sort of thing. Less successful when everyone's linked up the way they're said to be.]
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He's being dealt with. [Ha.] If you were so eager to fight a Sith, you should have shown up sooner.
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Except he is eager to fight, or at least to do something, thin and worn-out as he looks. And some time ago, he was interested in things, the sort of student of whom professors complained if only he would apply himself, so--]
And what's a Sith?
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[Sith, like a Dark Jedi but worse, and honestly, Kylo Ren is less a Sith and more a Dark Jedi with poor impulse control, but those important distinctions are lost on people who don't even know-]
Let me guess, you've never heard of the Force?
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Might as well enlighten me.
[Which is a no.]
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It's the energy of the universe. When it's misused, those responsible are called Sith and Dark Jedi. It's more complex than that, of course, but I'd hate for you to faint during my explanation.
[Yet she looks more annoyed than concerned. How strange!]
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I'm not in the habit of fainting.
[Despite, you know. How very much like shit he looks. All the same, annoyance is a strange reaction to have, but without further explanation Sirius assumes it's a smaller thing, these Sith. Interest still keeps the corners of his thoughts warm, curiosity picked through like embroidery thread.]
They're so easily sorted, these Sith?
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[She doesn't expect him to listen. What would a walking corpse care for the words of the living?]
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[Sarcastic. Pride is easily broken, but easy to find again. If Sirius were faced with himself, he'd likely underestimate himself as well. Regardless, her response doesn't endear her to him, but he doesn't do anything more than give her another smile.]
Bless whatever's delivered you to us, then. Properly trained and all.
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[He should be grateful she shared the information at all. She isn't prone to that, usually isn't half so giving. Only, lately... If this man dies from her secrecy, it will be on her hands. Kylo Ren Solo can't be trusted, just contained.]
What would you even do, against someone like that?
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[He spreads his arms, makes a show of looking down at himself. Grotty prison garb, skeleton bone structure. He looks back up at her.]
Collapse on him. Think heavy thoughts. And call for you. That's my best chance, at least until you get me that meal you've promised.
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I'm flattered you'd think of me. If he ever attacks you, what you should do is tell him I'll kill him if he hurts you. That should give him pause.
[She could say it with cocky pride, but her voice is still and sure. Confident again.]
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