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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

"-̭̫̜̩̪̑̈́̓̌̐-̞͓̘̩͖̿́͒͑͘░͙͈̥̦̼̌̊̒̾̅░̨̢̠͙̖̉͊̽͌͝░̫͔͎̤̘̀̑͋͛̾ȩ̨̬̙͛̐̋̀̕͜m̻̬͈̠͒̌͌̍͌͜ ̡̲͈̙̼̽̾͆̊̃f̖̟͉̲̪̈́̾̀̂̀ą̢̯̘̙́̇͑̈̋i̪̱̙̘̟͌́̄̊͘ļ̢̛̲͕̣͐̎̿͛u͕̣̥̘̳̓̃͗͠͝r͉̠̗͖̰̉̅͗̚͘ę̛̺̥̝̘̄͑̌̈́.̣̫͕̰̭̓͂̈́̓͊ ̟̗͔̟͋̿̒̚̚ͅA̠̫̬̼̣̒̇͛́̊l̫̬͎̤͈͑̀͂̐̆ë̡̧̝̺͖́̍̂͂͝r͙͍̱̫͕̆͊̾͐̕ţ͙̻̣̝͒́̄̈́͆!͕̫͓͉̹̌̍̽̂̓ ̧̛̲͎͖̳̌̆̾̏░͖̲̞̼̹̇̄̌̈́̊░̡͍͎͍̘̇̈́̕͝░̪͚̼̦̃̋͊̆͜͠è̛̞̬͙̠̖̊͌̂m͖̝̟̗̣̽̄̐̚͠ ̛̹̯͈̮̼̈́͊͌͠f̧̰̖͋̊̈̊̑͜͜ą̨͚͎̹̀̎̑͋́i̞̬͓̭̳̎́̓͘͠l̢͈̲͇͕̈́̆̐̌̈́ư̰̞͚̻̺̔͑̓̑ṛ͎̯͚̇̔̾̔̏͜ę̛̻̼̭͊͆̕͜͝.̯̖̫̣͔̔̋̔̽͠ ̺̼̟̲͌́͒̔̅ͅĄ̹̝̖̺̂̇̽̒͊ĺ̛̺̰̰̤͎̾͗͝e̛̗̭̻͕̹̓̔͆̆r̢̛͙͖̘̻̈̚̚͘t̰̲̠̖̻̉͂̆̓̇!̬̞̟͉̺̂͆̊͑͐"

You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...

You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.

You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.

Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.

"W̞͓̝͓̓̀̍̒͘͜ȃ̢̗̪̤͇̔̃̚͝░̟͙̯̳̱̈͂̈́̈́͠n̬̘̬̤̠͛̅̈́͋͝i͓̟͈͎͙̐̆̈́̔̓n̡̟̤̟̤̑͐͋͐̚g̩̱͖͉̻͌͛̈͆̈́!̧̪̰͇̦̓̂̆̌͝ ̢͔̣̠̗̾̉́̌̒C̢̥̟͍͊͊͑̀̚ͅr̛͙̪̙̟͐̽̓̅͜i̫͖̻̣̘̽̑͂̾̎t̩͇̦̬̞͊̌̑̈́͝i̡̳̠̞̐̿̍̎̀͜c̡͕͙͕͕̓̊̌̾͘å̼̯͍̙̲̍̏̚͝l̢̥͉̮̙̋̆͐̆́ ̢̰̞͕̯̋̈́̈́̋͌f͇͔̟̻̈̽͌̒̉ͅa̳̰̠͉͔͒̑̈̈͘i̟̭̦̺͎̍̾̽̈́̐░͕̣̥̭͛̿̓̽̐ͅ░̰̪̠͇͍̆͛̀͝͝░̘̱̩̳̘͆̈́̆̀̚e̛̻͈̳̳̺̊̔̚̕.͙̟̳̼̾̀̅͊͊ͅ"

With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.

[MOD NOTES: TDM threads may be used as game canon.]

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[ he jabs a thumb over his shoulder. ]

From the rest of the ship. This is a scrapyard now. [ repurposed old parts. as good as new tbh. ] Repairs are expensive, kid. You want to survive off-planet? You gotta learn to use whatever's on hand to do most of them yourself.

[ for the rest of them, he's got chewie. had chewie. his mouth thins as he crouches to study the panel again. he has to get in touch with the rebellion, and this looks more and more like his best bet. he'll get it working if it's the last thing he does. ]

Finn licks his lips and nods, watching the stranger. He has a bad habit of trusting people easily, but he doesn't have a whole lot of choice right now anyway.

The harness finally releases, and he gasps in air like he hasn't breathed in a while. He pushes himself up shakily from the chair, a sharp wince crossing his features as he finds his feet. "Thanks."

Them get up? No. But you don't need ta to know it'll happen. It just does.

[He let out a huff of air that could easily be mistaken for a sigh (it's totally a sigh) and turned on his heel to head back to her. He stopped short of where she was, crouched down, flipped the knife in his hand expertly so he could hold it out to her handle first.

He could find another tool and he'd rather her see him giving a peace offering in exchange for what he was about to tell her.]

It's caused by a virus. Ain't no one that's human that's immune. Animals seem to be and I don't rightly know what you are, but you look human enough. Hell, I don't even know if the whole Jolly Green Giant look is 'cause I'm seeing things or not.

[Daryl rubbed at his face, feeling more exhausted than he should have. The crash had taken it's toll long before he woke up.]

Everyone's infected. You die, you'll come back. Few minutes, few hours, it'll happen. Only way to stop it is to take out the brain before they get back up.

Finn's relief is short lived when the stranger continues talking. "Exploding, oh, okay, just a little combustion, fire, shrapnel everywhere... No big deal!" His voice is pitched a little high as he heads for the exit. He's had enough of things blowing up in his face, literally.

"Us all?" Finn echoes him, confused as he looks up at Poe. "What do you mean?"

Where's the rest of the Resistance? The only thing Finn can think is that they were attacked while he was asleep, but Poe seems just as confused as he is. Poe should know, though. Poe knows everything about the Resistance.

Finn shakes his head slowly, utterly lost. "I don't understand...you mean you don't remember either?"

I'll be sure to catch one just for you, Sunshine.

[He wasn't a fan of squirrel, either. But it was good eating if it was all you could eat and easy finding, too. At least for him it was.

Kid was going to wake up with a string of squirrels dangling by their tails over his head, if Daryl had any say in it.]

They ain't people. Get that outta your head right now. And no I ain't immune. No one's immune! Anyone that told you that is a damn liar.

"Stick close," he called back over his shoulder. She was definitely not used to living on her own or taking care of herself. Not in the way she needed to be. It was in the way she held herself and the way she spoke.

"Sort through some of those back packs and take stock of what supplies we got," he suggested. And this time it was a suggestion rather than a dismissal. "Need to figure out how long it will last those of us that survived this..." Daryl waved his hand in a circle, indicating the wreck.

After another moment of consideration, he turned to face her, one arm going up to steady him on the awkward incline, "Daryl."

Daryl rolled his eyes as his shoulders slumped and he followed the kid out. He had a good view of those burns on his back and he wasn't sure how the crash had caused it, but they were far from pretty. He was careful to put his hand on the non-wounded shoulder again when he came up along side the kid, "Take it easy. Deep breaths. Try to stay calm. You're alive and the ship ain't blown yet."

If it's two, then Scotty must have had his own wild night and beamed up all the wrong people. [ She likes this guy already. Anyone that makes Star Trek references is cool in her book.

Without wasting any time, she's heading for the gaping hole in the side of the ship. This was definitely one helluva crash... There's a lot to say about it all, really, but what comes to her mind mind first is: ]

Ugh. It's so hot out there. [ Heat. Gross. Cold she can do, but heat? That might be a problem. ]

Finn takes a deep breath and nods, forcing himself to relax. Training never prepared him for this, and it seemed pretty much useless once he defected.

"I'm Finn."

"Daryl." He'd be introducing himself a lot, it seemed. "You should probably sit down. See if you can find someone to see to those burns of yours. I know some, but I ain't no doctor. What you got going on is beyond me."

He's right on both accounts. Rose was more often surrounded by people than not; the faces may change on a practically daily basis but they were there all the same. Taking care of herself was also something she wasn't the best at and for a mix of different reasons. She got by, of course, but only because she always had the means to. Without them, she was definitely at a loss. That isn't to say she wouldn't figure it out though. Rose is nothing if not, perhaps surprisngly, determined to live.

"Okay, sure. I'll get on that." Supply gathering, huh? She can totally do that too. It's actually a little bit of a relief, even if she'd never admit it, to have a reason to stick close to everyone as well. Besides! Who can mess up taking stock of supplies? ... Her, probably, but she isn't going to discredit herself just yet. She's just about to to taking the best count of supplies anyone has ever seen ever when Daryl turns towards her.

Him offering his name gets a smile bigger than one might expect in this situation. "Nice to meet you, Daryl! I mean, uh. The circumstances are kind of screwed up, but. Still." #2awkward4lyfe "Anyway, right. Let me... do this thing." Y'know, the. The supply gathering thing.

[Steve wouldn't berate Clint for putting the civilians first because he had done the same.

He turns from surveying the wreckage when he hears Clint's familiar voice and a hint of a relieved smile touched his lips. Clint is one of the people he had been searching for.]

Barton. Nothing good I can see, desert that stretches for miles and then a ruined city. Which looks just as unwelcoming. You find anyone else?

Finn shakes his head. "I'm okay." The burns are half-healed at least, not as bad as they were before. "It was uh...a lightsaber."

Unusual weapon to wound, he knows, and he knows the question that's coming next.

What's klunk? Is it spicy?

[ Spider-suit = bad jokes. Deal with it, Tommy boy. A moment later, Gwen lands next to him, still in full spider garb. ]

I'll give it the old college try, but I'm pretty sure we're in for some alien skies.

Pretty sure you should have known I'd never listen. I am the guy who snuck behind enemy lines to save you from a HYDRA base. What makes you think I wouldn't try to save you from HYDRA again?

[Steve was and wasn't surprise how easy it was to fall back into old habits, both of them making tactical plans and having each other's backs. When he found Bucky he thought he would have to convince him of who he was, this was better- easier.]

Let's see if we can round up some more people to help lead. See if anyone is good at scouting up ahead and reporting back. See if anyone from my team made it here too. [He could really use Natasha and Clint right now. Even Tony, Tony could have probably rigged something up from the broken down transport, maybe gotten into the computer and figured out what the hell was going on.]

Hello, floating orange lady.

[ Who is way too good looking to get kidnapped, Gwen thinks. ]

Spider-Woman, at your service. Not that you seem to need much help.

[ Kory laughs, softly. ]

Starfire. Do you need a lift?

Once Finn's calmed down and outside, it's back in to make sure everyone else is alright. There's quite the team effort going on, which is great, and Finn isn't one to stay behind when there's something to do. Call it the stormtrooper training, but he doesn't like sitting still.

He looks up at the woman from where he was looking through an extra pack and shakes his head. "Looks like it, but seems like none of us survivors know anything." He offers her a hand to stand. "Where were you, before you came here?"

Yeah, I’m not really the “laugh at the expense of others” type.

[ Unless she just managed to nail an awesome headshot. In which case, the person in question is dead so it really doesn’t matter. ]

I’m Maya.

[ She offers the young woman a small smile. ] Let’s get into the daylight and I can take a look at your head.

[ Maya glances up at Gamora for a second before sweeping her gaze around again. Her eyes land on the ruined walls in the distance, poking out between the trees. ]

There looks promising. At the very least, there’s probably shelter there. Maybe supplies, if not other people.

Edited 2016-01-30 07:13 (UTC)

( 1. dropship )

[The last thing Fiora remembers is Shulk's sleeping face as she stood over his hospital bed, trying to talk him into waking up from his coma. Perhaps she had wandered out of the room afterwards, perhaps she'd found a quiet place to rest and managed to doze off to sleep. That would especially explain the dream-like situation she's in now. But it's Shulk's face that omes to mind as she's looking around the inside of this busted ship and the half-dead people around her. Wherever she is, she shouldn't be here; she needs to get back to Shulk. There's still too much to do.

Freeing herself from her - seat? bindings? she's too dazed to tell - is easy enough. She clasps her robotic fingers around the belts keeping her strapped in and rips them away from the seat with little effort. Her heavy feet hit the ground a second later. Now she can see all the way down the middle lane between the seats - dozens of people, some clearly dead and others as uninjured as she is, and a huge gash in the hull of whatever ship this is.]

Are you alright?

[She asks the person who was seated next to her, but a few seconds later she realizes they're... gone. Sobered, she nevertheless moves to the next person, and the one after, looking for anyone she can help, anyone who's become stuck in their seat or can't get out on their own.]

Hey... hey! Can you hear me? Are you alright?

( 2. outside )

[Whatever's going on here, it's clearly intentional on the part of whoever strapped them into that ship. Fiora stands over the pile of backpacks she scavenged from the ship, one of them being her own and the others belonging to those who passed away as a result of a crash. Or apparent crash - it certainly looks like that's what happened, but nobody remembers any of it.

Water, rope, pills of some kind, a number of devices she doesn't recognize, a blanket... and food, although there wasn't a need to include food in her backpack. She'd have gladly taken more water instead. For a few minutes, she wonders if she can barter away her food for water, but most if not all of the people here are going to need water as much as she will.

With a deep sigh, she tries to keep herself on-task instead of dwelling on this frustratingly implausible and unexplained predicament. Grabbing one of the extra backpacks, she trudges her half-metal body up to the nearest person.]

Excuse me. There are some extra supplies here if you'd care for some. [she pauses. oh, what the heck, she'll try anyway.] ...I've got extra food, too, if you're willing to trade some of your water.

Padmé.

[ her introduction may sound a little pointed but not unfriendly -- a wordless now that you know my name, call me by it instead. she steps closer, taking care to avoid the power lines that are now visible under her feet and angles the light better.

his words make her pause. believe in anything? before, she would have said she believed in the republic, in the will of the people... in the force. but in light of recent events, it is hard to think of any of those things. ]

I don't believe in favors. [ her voice is quiet and strained, her free hand passing over her stomach. ]

"Yes... I guess we must have."

There are very few other reasons a ship this size would have crashed like this -- a mechanical malfunction should have been able to have been repaired. Should have.

"No," Padmé says, the answer disquieting. She couldn't even begin to guess the system they're in. "It looks like we must rely on whatever information we can gather here, or from the ship's archives... if they can still be accessed."

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