MISSION: WAYPOINT SHRIL, PT. I

[onemind]

CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: WAYPOINT SHRIL
WHEN: Day :025 - :029
SUMMARY: Welcome to Waypoint Shril, the soon-to-be home to the galaxy's most incredible competition!
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as necessary.

SOMETHING IS WRONG. Strange, how a moment ago everything seemed perfectly fine - as normal as things get on Station 72 - and then the next the entire void shifts by a degree. There's a crackling, anticipatory feel in the air. Dwelled on too long and it might become nauseating, triggering some hindbrain impulse the nervous system under the skin or--

Something is coming.

Something is coming undone.

In the heart of the Station in a small, featureless circular room, The Prince and Cathaway dredge the Station from its mooring. There's a rush of shared adrenaline, then an massive sensation like an inhale. A gulp of breath. Relief floods through the body like something palpable as the massive beehive structure of the Station snaps into real space above the deep space space station known as Waypoint Shril.

( ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬...Please meet us in the hangar. We have your next assignment....▬▬▬. )

Once they've arrived at the hangar, the Hosts will be briefed by Cathaway and Prince on their new objective. They'll be given their mission kits, along with a written brief on their databanks. The usual warnings apply. Try not to kill anyone. Do not get killed yourself. And accomplish your mission. From there, pack yourself onto the transport shuttle and make your way to the Waypoint. --One of you knows how to drive, right?

Once ejected from the Station, you'll find yourself on one of literally thousands of ships. The black space above Waypoint Shril is full to bursting with air traffic from the smallest pod-shaped one being ship to the most gargantuan floating planet cruisers. Some of them rival even the Station which now lurks, a mottled white and grey latticework structure that's no more bizarre to look at than any of its neighbors.

VROOM. A ship shaped like a sword with a naked multi-limbed alien painted in lascivious, technicolor detail along the blade slices directly across the path of the shuttle transport. It blares a proximity alarm and a holographic message full of swearing and threats pops up even as the ship blasts down toward the traffic choked landing platform in the distance. A school of insectoid fighters go swarming after it. In the distance, the flash of ships dropping out of hyperspace through the gate rings gleams like a strobe light and on around the landing platform itself buzz two dozen security vessels desperately trying to keep order.

Welcome to Waypoint Shril. Don't crash into anyone on the way in.

     I. PLATFORM ALFA
When the ship finally docks on Waypoint Shril - after a lot, lot longer than you may have liked -, the scene that greets you is more hectic than even the busiest rush-hour on Concordia. There are simply too many people in too small and too hastily prepared of a space. The platform itself was clearly designed for utility, not for comfort and not for style. The walls- towering sheets of welded metal from a countless number of sources, flecked with old paint and the occasional slash of grafitti - offer nothing in the realm of sound dampening, and the electro-cloth banners that hang from the ceiling, advertising the Aurora Blue Arena! in dozens of different languages do little to help. As a result, the entire platform echoes with thousands of voices trying to talk over each other and the newly enhanced intercom system struggling to be heard over the din as it works to provide simple directions and instructions for the teeming mass of tourists.

In the press of flesh and the constant motion, it’s easy to get swept away from your party. It’s easy to find that the items you just had on you are suddenly missing, expertly palmed away by slippery fingers as you try to push your way towards the series of pneumatic tubes leading to the Waypoint proper. Ship's hydraulics hiss, lights flash, and the smell of greasy stall food spreads out from the edges of the platform. There are a few bright-eyed, clever locals - or what count for locals on Waypoint Shril - who don’t hesitate to reach out and grab your arm, offering to be your guide. Asking if you’re here as a spectator or a participant. Asking if you need information. Company. Everything has a price.

Get your bearings - if you can. It’s going to be a long couple of weeks.

     II. THE MOST FABULOUS PLACE IN THE UNIVERSE (Please Excuse Our Dust!)
Waypoint Shril's main thoroughfares and twisting platforms may have made sense to someone, but now absolutely no one knows how to navigate them as the ABA! has swept through Waypoint, bulldozing and building up anything and everything in its path. Oh, did you like that tentacle sandwich shop you stopped in five minutes ago? Too bad! We decided two minutes ago we're tearing it down to make way for a spa-slash-beer-garden! Stand back please, there are explosives detonating in this area in 3, 2, 1…--!

Everywhere you look, Waypoint Shril is undergoing a dramatic transformation. Maybe there are places on the outskirts, far from the Arena Zone that aren't literally being paved over or built on top of, but they seem to be the exception to the rule. Don't get lost as the neighborhood quite literally changes shape around you!

     III. MEET THE COMPETITION
Between the fabulous prizes and the fabulous fame - every single still-living winner of the previous competitions became household names before they stepped out of the Arena, then went on to live lavish lives of excess where they're paid exorbitant fees just to be seen and heard, known for canoodling and cavorting with the best, the brightest, the most privileged the Galaxy has to offer- it’s no surprise that the ABA! draws competitors like a magnet. And while not everyone advertises their status, plenty do - hoping to exchange the slimmest possibility of their victory for favors or drinks or just plain old attention. They’re loud, they’re visible, and plenty of them are very, very drunk, or whatever counts for drunk for their species.

If you want to size up the competition, now’s the time - in the middle of Blunt Force, with scores of other competitors lined up. The club itself is home to a deep, thrumming beat that vibrates through your chest, the industrial concrete walls covered in splashes of electro-paint that pulses in time with the beat. The floor is dark and smooth, the bar is long and there isn’t a single seat to be found at it, just an endless slab of some ancient black stone that drinks slide back and forth across. Every bartender wears a half of a mask in clear plastic run through with simple circuitry in complex patterns and they’ll keep you hydrated for a modest price. Above the floor on a catwalk composed of corrugated metal and transparasteel there are low couches and cushions in rich fabrics of a hundred different patterns of velvet and neon, two dozen tables, and another small bar that will hand out drinks and powders and oils and smoke. The patrons are as varied as anything else in this place, as hodge-podge. Slender, slick looking people with hunched backs and long necks. Short, broad aliens with four legs and four arms. Something heavily shrouded, the only part of them visible a proboscis. Some are here to dance, some to drink, some to talk and more than a few to fight - maybe for keeps. Hell, you might be one of them.

     IV. WILDCARD
There's plenty to see, do and explore. You've got a few days before the competition kicks off - might as well make the most of it.

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((OOC NOTES: Welcome to Waypoint Shril! This log covers the arrival on the Waypoint and can be used for anything prior to the start of the Aurora Blue Arena! on Day :029. However, feel free to make your own logs if you choose! You can find a complete mission overview and a place to ask any mission-specific questions over at the OOC post.

Thanks everyone!))

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Comments

[adamance]

Of my people. [With it comes the sense of what that means—it's not a position of military command. No, Lexa was both a political leader as well as someone who could hand down orders to all of her warriors. It's a sense that she realized some time ago that she failed to illustrate clearly to others, and now it comes with the defining sense so that she gets her point across.]

I do understand where you stand. There are things that my people do that I'm not quick to give up. Not just yet. The fact is that I'm ready to adapt as I am, but I intend to find a way that works for me. [Meaning: Katie will have to do the same for herself.]

[greentech]

[ Katie gets that sense of being a leader. It reminds her a little of Allura and a part of her wants to find out more. But maybe right now isn't really the best time. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I understand. I mean, I got used to being a paladin. I can get used to this, right?

[ It's not a reassuring thought, but maybe she can actually do this on her own terms. ]

I just wish it was easier.

[adamance]

I think we should be grateful that it isn't easier. If it were, I believe we'd be more likely to lose ourselves in the process. [Lexa is conscious of the fact that she's essentially saying that the struggle is what will help them survive this experience. But there's more to it: comfort can lead someone astray all too easily.]

[greentech]

[ Katie really doesn't know how to feel about that. Why should they have to experience pain and loss just to keep a hold of themselves? Does that somehow make it more worthwhile? Her lips purse in a frown and she shakes her head. She thinks she understands. She just doesn't like it. ]

I guess.

[ Time to change the subject. ]

Uh, what do you think about our assignment?

[adamance]

[Not liking it is far from surprising. Honestly, Lexa can't even counter that fact. She agrees that it's hardly a comforting thought, but it's comfort that might make them take this all in stride. If they are happy, they will have no reason to defy and hold on.

In this situation, she's certain of it. Striking a balance is important.

Just the same, even if she'd be willing to continue that line of thought, she follows the path that Katie makes just the same.]

I believe it's a method of obtaining an object or prize that will help us. Whether that will truly help us is yet to be seen, but the "Nest" seems to think so. Of course, we don't know that the Nest wants us to succeed in the long run.

[greentech]

Why wouldn't they want us to succeed? What would hte point be of making us go through all of this if they want us to fail?

[ It doesn't make logical sense. If it wanted to hurt or kill them, the Nest could do it easily, without having to go through this whole song and dance routine. Right? ]

[adamance]

The most natural theory is that the symbiotes need a host to survive. Without the Enemy as a guise for their motivations, they might struggle to find willing volunteers, especially if we're said to be uniquely suited to this. [Come to think of it, she does need to figure out why they are uniquely suited to it. That might help her balance the stakes with Murphy, to show that she's willing to give his goals some mileage. If anything, she'd like to have the ability to maintain some kind of a connection with him, considering their ties.

But the thought of Murphy is only a flicker of his face in her mind and nothing more, at least for now.]

But we'd hardly be the first people to suggest that. I think it would be more likely that the Nest wouldn't realize that it's self-sabotaging itself. Then again, many among our numbers are unique, capable of bearing this struggle. That self-sabotage would come with little proof.

[greentech]

I don't even wanna think about that. If this is all some giant lie and we're just here because we make convenient rides for the things they put in our heads... What's the point? We're not even helping other people at that point. It's just - we're being used.

[ Katie sounds rather gloomy about that idea. She really doesn't like it. Murphy's face gets a brief, questioning moment of wonder and then her focus is back on the now. ]

I feel like we do need proof. Empty theorizing doesn't help anyone.