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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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Echo had a feeling it was a lot to take in, allowing the man time to regain some bearings since disappearing from one place to be in a completely different space wasn't normal.

The helm tipped at an angle, curious as to what came up. He leaned forward to get a better look once Drake presented him with his field tablet, falling silent as he studied the onscreen image.

His answer, however, was not as favorable. "...No, I haven't seen anything like that around here. What is it supposed to be?"

Drake frowned and turned the tablet around again to look at it. Just to make sure the picture was there. Then he put the tablet away again and sat on a large rock, scrubbing his face with his hands. God, he needed rest. And a few dozen Advil, probably.

"In English, we call it a Stargate. Sometimes it's called an Astria Porta, Ancestral Ring, or Chappa'ai." It had other names, but he couldn't remember them because they weren't as widely used, and so were less important.

"It's a device that generates an artificial, stable Einstein-Rosen bridge for the purpose of interstellar travel. My team got split when Jace and Ferthing were kidnapped, and Gene and I - I fell into a crevasse, and..." he looked around properly, "...woke up here. This...isn't PX-924." For the first time, he looked genuinely concerned. Don't blame him for not catching on sooner; he probably has a concussion.

Although he heard everything correctly, it sounded like a foreign language was forcing its way into Drake's explanation. He got the gist of it, however, likening it to hyperspace lanes.

What mattered more was the fact this man was separated from his teammates and that he needed medical attention to make sure he wasn't seriously injured. The black visor showed nothing, but the tone of his voice softened.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I wish I could do more to help, but we may need to get you checked out first."

"Yes, yes, probably." Drake waved a hand dismissively and was back at his tablet again, tapping and swiping, trying to find out what, if anything, it had recorded in the last few hours.

Everything looked fine...fine... (He gave a small wince followed by a few rapid blinks) ...there was that little spike from the energy weapons... There it is. The readings it was picking up were suddenly entirely different, about...looked like three and a half hours ago. He glowered at the tablet like it had pointed out a personality flaw he wasn't proud of and then looked up at the trooper again.

"Does anyone around here have beaming technology? That you know of."

Well. With the way the doctor brushed off the suggestion, it looked like they weren't going anywhere. Echo made it a point to keep an eye on him while he went assessed the status of his current findings.

The question was a normal question (normal enough for anyone doing research), but the ARC Trooper's posture straightened. "I don't think anyone does, but some may know what you're talking about."

Well, that wasn't an outright 'no.' And it did (maybe?) answer the question of whether or not this person was familiar with beaming tech. Or at least the phrase, 'beaming tech.' Maybe. Maybe he was just humoring him because he sounded like a lunatic. Throughout, Drake kept giving small indicators of pain or discomfort: a wince here, a twitch there, a roll or a stretch that, from his expression, didn't relieve a thing.

"Right. Good, I'll need to talk to them."

Then he stood up a bit too quickly and wobbled, throwing out a hand to catch himself and cursing under his breath.

"After...after getting checked out, I suppose. Where does one, uh...do that?"

Honestly speaking, 'lunatic' was among the choices and it stayed mostly on the outskirts of the possible responses he could have come up with. The galaxy he came from had all kinds of technology, but even the suggestion of being 'beamed' was treading the lines of impossible. So it was only fitting he remembered there was a cluster of people here who probably had the know-how or could understand what Riley meant.

The more the doctor twitched, the more concern colored Echo's hidden features. He was glad to hear that the man was at least agreeing to go in for a visit.

"We have a medbay– hospital. Located within the center of the city." Meaning he would walk him over to it. "Billy can look you over to make sure it isn't serious."

An actual hospital, that was refreshing. While Drake was accustomed to studying very advanced technology, it was also usually millions of years old, and if there were people about, they were often at a primitive, pre-industrial point in their evolution as a society. They certainly didn't understand what they were looking at, at the very least, and were sometimes even superstitious enough to worship the admittedly ceremonial looking devices left behind. (He never understood why, but if he ever got the Ancient machines-turned-holy-relics up and running - only out of necessity, of course! or sometimes by accident - he was suddenly a pariah and a heretic instead of a divine miracle worker! It wasn't fair and it didn't track and they should be grateful. Unless it...you know, caused some disaster.)

"Medbay." Drake said. "Sounds promising. Lead the way."

He didn't mean to be demanding and assumptive. He just sort of...was.

Echo had no complaints and held nothing against a man who was still out of sorts with existing here and not wherever he was supposed to be. It had been the same with everyone else in Temba, so it was for the best that they all got along.

If not that, then a low level of tolerance would suffice.

The 'yes sir' was at the tip of his tongue as he turned, motioning for Drake to follow instead. "We'll head back up this road, westward. Medbay will be on the left side."

Drake was definitely used to people doing what he said, but a 'yes, sir,' would have caught him off guard. It was usually, 'yes, Dr. Riley,' or 'right away, Dr. Riley,' and sometimes, 'suck a cock, Riley,' but only if it was Gene.

At any rate, Drake didn't think twice when Echo turned and began leading him up the road and into the city. What he did think twice about was 'westward.'

"This place has magnetic poles, then. Should I invest in a compass?"

Perhaps in time, once Echo got to know Drake better. There really was no telling how it would all go from this point on. Or maybe it did, but it wasn't put into actual words just yet.

The helmet turned slightly, casting what could be a sidelong glance the doctor's way. "I haven't tried, but it's worth a shot. If you can't find any in the He Rows Sou– bah, the 'Hero Supplies,' then you can always ask the Agrii."

"What's that? The Agrii, are those - is that the name of the people who live here?"

Being on the shorter side, he had to take a jogging step or two every now and again to keep up.

"Did you say 'Hero Supplies'? What is that, tactical equipment? Weapons? Field survival kits?"

"Yeah. And they used to," comes another punctual reply. "The storms are fatal to them, keep them from landing."

He eventually notices that he needs to slow down a bit, doing so when he turns to look to where the doctor is beside him. "It's more whatever the Agrii thinks may be useful to us. Materials to put together a survival kit, trivial items, foodstuffs. There are weapons, but you need a datapoint in order to operate them."

Drake filed it all away and tried to think critically through the faint haze of confusion and the quite possible concussion.

An alien race, driven from their home by "storms," which was vague enough to ask about later, but somehow manage to send supplies down from, he guessed, nearby geostationary orbit (although, depending on what sort of storm they were susceptible to, and exactly how detrimental they were, he supposed they could be anchored at a father away Lagrange point). Then something struck him and he stopped dead.

"Wait a moment. Who is 'us'?"

Two sets of footsteps became one, the latter soon crunching to a halt two seconds after the question was asked.

"There are others," Echo clarified, the helmet turning so that the darkened visor met the Doctor's gaze. "Other people have been brought here. They're mostly human, but not everyone is from the same place. Or time, for that matter."

It all sounded like nonsense, but that was how it was.

Echo was right, it did sound like nonsense. Maybe he'd hit his head harder than he thought.

Drake frowned and started walking again, sincerely hoping they'd get to this medical facility sooner rather than later, and belatedly hoping that this wasn't some kind of a trap.

"Brought here how?"

It certainly felt off, but Echo had the best intentions in mind.

"All I know is that the Agrii were involved. There's an orb by the fountain in the town center that will explain it further," came a reply, turning so that he could continue leading Drake to the right spot. "It doesn't cover everything, but it gives us something to work with..."

Luckily for them, the trip to the hospital didn't take much longer, the building prominent among the others in the area. The ARC Trooper looked up at it before casting a sidelong glance Drake's way, the helmet shifting to get his attention. "Here we are."

An orb? That would explain? Drake guessed that it was probably some kind of proximity sensitive kiosk with a small library of accessible information, like the capacitive touch screens that were being utilized by Earth's militaries, and, he suspected, would soon become cheap enough to use regularly in commercial cell phones. He had no idea he was in for a mind invading head trip.

He stopped beside Echo when they arrived. It wasn't too much to look at, but he'd been surprised by appearances before.

"Excellent. Thanks for the escort; I just go in, then?" A wry grin, "D'you suppose they'll accept my insurance?"

Escort mission: complete.

...So it wasn't really an escort mission, but it was the thought and priority over a normal patrol that counted.

The ARC Trooper nodded, his helmet shifting to meet Drake's gaze. "Even if they didn't, you wouldn't be turned away," he said with a faint laugh.

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