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Welcome to the Fall Test Drive for The Revival Project!

For those who do not know, this game is a spin-off from the closed The Drift Fleet game. For more information about what this game is about, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

Starting on the 7th, the TDM will be required for all applications. Please view the FAQ for information about how this works. Any questions about the game please direct to the comment section of the FAQ as well.

If you are a Drift Fleet alumni, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level so we know. Also, keep in mind you have complete flexibility on how your character comes here. They could be taken before endgame, after endgame, two years after, one year before, etc. It's up to you! The only option not allowed is to completely restart your character (because then it's not DFAU, is it?)

So go! Explore Agra 10! And, as always, HAVE FUN!

Please use either the first event or the previous TDM for prompt ideas!

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"Suit yourself," He says, with a slight shrug of the shoulders. He can't make him sit down, after all. Or well, he could, he's just not going to. Altair sees no reason to make enemies of anyone here, and the fact that he seems to be from the same- or at least, a version of the same- world as him, has him in a more curious mood.

"And good luck with that. You can request things of them, every once in a while, but anything substantial so far as contacting them? I certainly wouldn't hold my breath for fear of turning blue-- well. Bluer."

He shrugs his shoulders, "Honestly I don't think they even understand us that well."

The joke at least, whether intentional or not, make's Dopheld's lips quirk, though he's quick to straighten his expression and duck his head, clearing his throat to try to disguise the reaction.

"Right. Not ideal." Languages were something he did alright with in the Academy. He'd graduated with top marks, but still, he doesn't feel especially confident in his ability to convince them to return him home if he can't effectively communicate with them.

He observes the other again and then offers, "...I'm Lieutenant Mitaka. I suppose you must be from the Outer Rim as well, given your accent?"

"Not ideal, indeed," The Sith agrees, with a sigh. He's got places to be and things he'd rather be doing, too. He tries to avoid wondering about the state of the Empire, but sometimes those thoughts come along whether he wants them to or not.

"A pleasure, Lieutenant, despite the circumstances," He puts a hand to his chest, and gives a slight bow in a polite greeting.

"... I am called Kallig and... I suppose I am. Originally, at least."

Whether or not they're even from the same time or world though, that he doubts. After all, anyone from where he's from would likely recognize him as a Dark Lord of the Council.

"Kallig," Mitaka repeats, committing the name to memory, and he gives a small bow of his head in turn, not sure he's ever been personally addressed with such formality.

"You suppose?" he asks, arching a brow, "Has it been so long you've forgotten?"

"No, not at all," He says, to clarify, "It's just strange to think of home as being in the Outer Rim, that's all."

As a slave, he hadn't really thought of it that much, much too focused on other things to be concerned with where the planet he was on was located. Not really as an adult, either. Of course, as an adult, he'd come to think of Dromund Kaas as home, rather than the planet he'd just so happened to be born on, and Dromund Kaas at least was the heart of his Empire.

"I didn't really think much about it while I lived there."

"Mm," Mitaka considers this a moment before nodding, thinking he understands. "Given the nature of things I suppose that's fair." He can barely remember the last time he saw his home planet.

"...Forgive me, but...is that a lightsaber you're carrying?"

"That's hardly a question that needs forgiveness to be asked," Altair said, though he supposes depending on just who one talks to, it might very well be. In his case, he very rarely lashes out though- certainly not from a simple question in a polite tone.

"It is, yes."

A dualsaber, to be specific, though he hardly felt the need to get into the semantics when a simple yes was enough.

Mitaka's head wobbles a bit as thought to say it very much could be, given the only person he's met who has one.

"And that would make you..." He trails off, as though afraid to really voice it aloud.

He couldn't see him, but the change in mood was easily felt. Apprehension. Perhaps even fear.

Not uncommon, he supposed, for someone familiar with Sith. After all, many Sith were so aggressive that it burned away all reason, everything that made a person a person, until only anger and a desire to inflict violence upon others was left.

Altair was not one of those Sith. Not usually anyway.

"I am Sith," He said, "Though you have nothing to fear from me."

Any force user would have prompted the same reaction. There's so few of them, they're basically all but myth to Mitaka, and Kylo's aggressive tendencies have made quite the impression.

"...I thought there were no more Sith?"

"Perhaps where you're from. There are a few others here, who are from a time or world different than my own, though with many similarities."

Altair wonders if there's anything he can do to settle his fear- probably not. Not right away. A Sith having to prove he has good intentions is nothing new though- however unusual it is, it's not an impossibility. It's happened before. Even Sith have to prove their good intentions to other Sith every once in a while.

"As I said though, you've nothing to fear from me. We're all in this strange little community together, and we should all know better than to go around making enemies, no?"

"...Another time?" That seems to peek Mitaka's curiosity, head tilting. "How is that possible?"

He nods though, giving a soft hum. "That would seem to be in our best interests, yes."

"You'd have to ask our incompetent overlords about that one. I haven't the foggiest idea, myself."

He'd like to know, much like he wants to know about anything and everything. But the Agrii don't seem keen on sharing, at least not the details about their abduction, anyway. Another thing about them that annoys Altair to no end.

"It's good that you're reasonable about it. In this uncertain situation, our ability to work together is paramount."

"What year are you from then? If I may ask?" Mitaka wonders.

"There doesn't seem much point in being anything but reasonable," he offers with a faint shrug. More could be achieved working together, and he was hardly in a position attempt any sort of take over.

He named a year when Mitaka asked, that would be nearly four-thousand years in the past for the other man- not that he could know that.

"... At least I think that was the year. I very rarely paid attention to such things."

After all, he had more important things to think about- as a slave he hadn't cared, as a Sith he'd been keeping his mind on things other than the date.

"I suppose there doesn't seem to be, no. I certainly won't be starting any squabbles."

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