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WINTER TEST DRIVE MEME

WINTER TEST DRIVE MEME
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Welcome to the Current Test Drive for The Revival Project!

This game is a spin-off from the closed The Drift Fleet game. For more information about the game, including more details on the setting, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

A thread on 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 bringing your character from the game, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level. 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! If you want to completely restart your character, they're not considered DFAU anymore and won't need the label.

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

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Explore the city!

Here's a map and a bit more description of some of the buildings here.

Most of the buildings are run down and have clearly been abandoned for years; fortunately, the water treatment center appears to be working, but power is intermittent and unreliable. What used to be stores or places to live in lies in ruins, but there may still be something to scavenge among the rubble. Do you want to risk a swim in the flooded area that has turned into a deep lake that has yet to be fully explored; or does it draw you to some of the more prominent and partially restored buildings, such as the hotel, the hospital or the amphitheater.

If you are lucky, you might even stumble over The Deep End, the bar located on one of the mid-levels of the tower residences in one of the residence towers. Unfortunately no bright neon signs can lead you there, but it does exist.

Visit the spaceships!

That's right, there are currently several small spaceships grounded in the hangar - Or what remains of them. It's painfully obvious that these ships have crash-landed not too long ago and were taken back to the hangar for repairs. You were assigned to one of them and its doors will open for you and let you enter if you wish. (For test drive purposes, the ship that will let you enter is up to you, so just pick whichever name appeals, and go for it!) The other ships won't open for you, but as neither of them look as if they will be leaving anytime soon that doesn't really matter either way.

Maybe look around anyway. Or try your hand at some repairs?

Try the network!

Upon arrival, your character will have on their person a small, handheld communications device. Maybe they know exactly how to use a computer, smartphone, or tablet, and immediately blast out a text or video trying to figure out what's going on. Or maybe they're not so tech-savvy after all, and everyone is about to get a lovely shot right up your character's left nostril.

There be storms...

These power-altering storms keep ravaging parts of the planet every once in a while. No one truly knows where they come from or what to do about them yet, but one of them appears to be approaching. You have the option to find shelter in one of the buildings to wait for it to pass. Unless, of course, you rather feel drawn to investigate.

Should you step inside the storm, or even get lost in it, it will show ghosts of people you know and those you don't. It drains you of any super-human abilities and tries its best to keep you from getting to its origin. Are you going to try anyways? Or are you going to chase the whispers of people from your past? Maybe you will simply find yourself calling for help or stumble across another lost soul in need of assistance.

More information can be found here.

Wildcard!

You're welcome to use any previous test drive scenarios or previous game events as a basis for a thread/situation, or simply make up your own! Keep in mind that you're currently stranded on a planet with only basic necessities, but there is enough food and fresh water. Creature comforts, however, seem to be distinctly lacking. Quite unlike a gathering of potentially dangerous creatures to encounter. The setting is yours to explore and have fun with!

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"Protein paste. Oh boy." Better than nothing, really, but it sure isn't appealing.

Wait, ships?

"Okay, one: a warrior, for serious? Dude. No wonder you're so impressive. And two: what kind of ships?"

"Well, there are also fresh foods too. There is a lot of choices."

Warrior for serious. She smiles. Genetically engineered for it too.

"Spaceships. But very low end ones."

Okay, she might be huge and able to snap him like a twig, but she has a nice smile.

"Oh no, not low end," he says with a grin. "I've never really seen one up close before. And people can fly them? Wow. I am... completely useless here, awesome. Can you fly them?"

Oh, she is definitely huge and can definitely snap him like a twig. But that isn't who she is.

"Oh yes, low end. They cannot even warp," she sighs, sounding truly upset. "Which means I cannot get home, or get my Emperor home either. It's frustrating. But no one here can even fly them without the piloting data point. If your ship is not intuitively built, then it is a poor ship."

That's the difference. Kyle COULD fly a ship, if he wanted.

"The orb you touched when you arrived. It is one of several. All of the others give us skills, upload them right into your mind. The one I use allows me understanding of the use of the weapons the Agrii left for us. I could take them apart and put them together blind folded. I believe there are others for agriculture, piloting, medicine, and engineering."

There was also communications, but that one she was not aware of.

"Granted, it is all with a tilt toward Agrii technology or biology or plants. But it's something."

Warp. He's woken up in Star Trek. Honestly, he'd be pretty jazzed about it of it didn't seem like it might wind up getting him killed.

He listens to Lauri-Ell carefully, picking over this new information. Leaving aside the utter creepiness of the fact that information could simply be uploaded to their brains (which sounded like it might cause a tumour somewhere down the line to him) it was obvious that although the planet was hostile the Agrii really were at least trying to give them all a fighting chance at survival. For selfish reasons, of course.

"Right," Kyle mutters. "Can't get your janitors to clean up your mess if they're dead..." He frowns at the ground; he is starting to realise that there's levels to this particular mess he's wound up in, and he is nowhere close to finding a solution to the problem of 'how to get home.' He's going to have to start a lot simpler.

Kyle looks back up at Lauri-Ell.

"Right. Okay. You must know a lot of the people here, right? Like I don't know if there's a... census or something... You said your emperor is stuck here, too?"

"We are not janitors. We are heroes," Lauri-Ell says, pleased with that. She doesn't mind helping people in need. That's just in her nature.

Home, though, was far away for all of them.

"I know a number of people. There are others who know much more than I. I suppose a census might be nice. And yes, my Emperor and his Consort are here. I protect hem.'

"I feel like you're supposed to give heroes a choice before you dump them on your planet and use them to fix the place," Kyle says dryly. He sighs. "But, I mean... we're here. So. Yeah. We'll fix it." In spite of his mistrust of the Agrii's motivations, he's still a problem solver and an altruist. He can't not help.

He grins. "Makes sense. I mean, I can personally attest you're pretty awesome at protecting people, considering you saved my ass. Uh, is the Emperor in charge here too, or...?"

Yes, they are, and Lauri-Ell doesn't think he's very wrong. However, they were here now, and thus it was their problem to. At least he had come to that conclusion.

"No, he is not. There is no one in charge, as i were. I is... Ah, the word was communal."

"Socialist planet," Kyle mutters, smirking. "Well. That's kinda cool." He looks up at her again. "So there's food, shelter, water, and spaceships. That's not so bad at all, really!"

Ah yes, there's the eternal optimism.

It is... possible he's receiving an incomplete picture here. Lauri-Ell frowns and considers the young man.

"There are dangers as well. Just recently we were attacked by what only could be called a horde of wolf-sized spiders."

They were angry because of a noise that had now stopped.

That stops him in his tracks.

"...wolf-sized spiders," he repeats. He looks suitably horrified by the idea. "Uhm. Okay. Well. But... we have weapons, right? You said you can use them all."

"Yes, there are weapons here. I brought one myself, of course. Where I go, the Universal Weapon goes too," Lauri-Ell explains with a smile as she keeps them moving. "You will be safe."

"Well, if I'm around you, sure." He's not sure about his chances otherwise.

"What's a universal weapon?"

Ah, that's a good question.

"The weapon of the Kree Accuser Corp," she explained with a smile. "A large weapon that looks like a hammer on a long staff. It can compel truth, study the genetics of an individual, chain them, create force fields, generate energy blasts, and even allow me to fly. Though the latter most does not work here."

"Dude." Oh yes, he's suitably impressed. "The genetics? That's so fucking useful! Oh, and just hitting people with it is pretty sweet, too. And flying? Dude. Sucks that's the one that's not reliable."

"It was a needful tool. It allowed us to tell the difference between our people, those we ruled, and Skrull," Lauri-Ell explained. Until they had come up with new ways of hiding themselves, so it could be fooled.

At least he's impressed by it all.

"You are a strange and excitable human. You should meet Stark. He likes strange and excitable."

"What's a Skrull?" Just pour all that alien knowledge on him, Lauri-Ell.

"Am I strange?"

"Skrull are..."

She needs to breathe and pauses to consider it.

"They are shapeshifters that my people have been at war against for millennia. But we are united now. And yes, you are in my experience, odd."

"Oh shit, no wonder you need to have something that scans genetics!"

Because shapeshifters.

"Oh. I guess maybe I am."

Yes, shapeshifters. He was correct in his conclusion. Lauri-Ell appreciated the wise comment and smiled, guiding him forward and nudging him more toward the diner. He should eat.

"That is not a bad thing. Humans have a great variation in behavior from what I have seen."

He's easy to herd, at least.

"Oh, well. That's not so bad. I thought maybe you meant it was off-putting."

And he will no doubt be easy to feed.

"No. Many humans I have met are very interesting and very different from other humans. Kree are not like that."

"How so? You're not like... a hive mind, are you?" Because he's seen Star Trek, thank you very much.

"What?" Lauri-Ell asks, shocked. Then quickly shakes her head. "No. But we have been at war. War leads to... conformity."

That is her opinion at least.

"Just checking, you never know."

He has to mull that statement over a little as they walk. "Yeah," he agrees finally. "It has to, to some degree, really, to get people to function as a unit. Is it weird being here, then? Since you're the only soldier of your kind."

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