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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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Hearing her name, Padme turned. Her face lit up with confused recognition. She walked towards him, spreading her hands and gesturing to everything around them.

"Obi-Wan? What's going on? Where are we?"

“Padme, I...” he walked towards her as well, holding his hands out to her. Wanting to see if she was truly real. The muscle in his jaw clenching a bit as he bit back the words he was going to say and holding back his feelings.

It was like a long lost friend had come back from the dead. In fact, that’s exactly what it was to him. He had never dared to hope, and yet there she was.

“We’re on Coruscant, actually.”

She took his hands, watching his face. There was something he wasn't telling her...

Shaking her head, she frowned. "No. That's not possible. I just landed on Mustafar. I can't be on Coruscant." Moving to pull free of his hands, she looked around with a panicked look on her face. "Where is my ship? I have to go."

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She was real. The warmth of her hands in his, the pulse of her life energy in the Force and that of her unborn children, it was unmistakable. He could sob with joy, but he doesn’t. Instead his brow creases with concern for her.

“I know this will be confusing,” he says carefully. His mind swimming as it was apparent she had expected to be on Mustafar. Just before...

“Come with me, I’ll do my best to explain.”

The tone of his voice is unmistakable. Something is wrong.

Padme turns back to him and nods. "Alright." She trusts him and if he doesn't think this should be discussed there, she will listen. It pains her. Every cell in her body is screaming for her to find her ship and leave, once again, for Mustafar... But something is telling her to listen. She gestures for him to lead the way.

With a nod he turns and offers his hand to Padme again. Leading her up the ramp into the Twin Roses where they could talk privately. Most everyone was out and about on the planet or staying in the hotel they had been put up in. There was little need for anyone to be in the ships.

Once they were inside and Obi-Wan had made a comfortable spot for her to sit on one of the bunks, he sat across from her.

“This isn’t easy to explain, but we are not in the place or time either of us should be. We have been abducted by a race known as the Atroma.”

She takes his hand with a fond smile, letting him lead her. The ship is nice enough, though certainly different than others she's been on. It was kind of him to make sure she'd be comfortable - though she's come to expect that kindness from him.

One hand rests on her belly as she sits, an unconscious gesture as she takes comfort in the familiar feel of the lives growing within her. A she listens, she frowns. "The Atroma..." She repeats, softly. "Why do I know that name? I feel like I have knowledge I don't recall ever learning." She pauses, "What do you mean we're not in the time we should be in?" That's impossible... Right?

As she recalls the name he nods. Apparently they can instantly bestow that information even all the way out here? Well, he supposes with all that they’re capable of that shouldn’t be surprising.

“It’s the same with everyone. We all instantly learn the information we need upon arrival.” Well what they think they need at least. There are still many things that they don’t know.

“That is exactly as it sounds. I know it shouldn’t be possible, and yet it is. There are people from our distant future here, and even I am from a point in time different from yours.”

He paused, letting her absorb that before going on. “Normally we would be on a planet called Agra 10, and it is where I arrived a few months ago. However, another race of beings called the Agrii sent us all to Coruscant to learn. Coruscant of the distant past that is.”

She stares at Obi-Wan as he talks. It's rude but she can hardly believe him. It all sounds so fantastical. There's just so much to take in. She takes a long moment, mulling it over before asking one simple question:

"How distant?"

Then something else struck her and she shook her head, reaching out a hand to take his. "No, no. You said you were from my future. Please. What happens? Is Anakin alright?"

He knows quite well that it all sounds hard to believe. Obi-Wan felt much the same way when he first came. But it was the truth and he hoped she would believe him.

“Some weeks after you give birth,” he says quietly. Though then as she grips his hand again comes the question he dreaded most. He can’t hide the pain in his eyes even as he looks away.

“Padme...”

How can he tell her? How can he say that he fought the father of her children and left him for dead on Mustafar?

Her eyes widen. That long? Granted, she's very close to giving birth, now, but still. There's that look again. The look that he has something he doesn't want to say. For him to be unable to hide his feelings means it must be something terrible.

She squeezes his hand, worry filling her face as dread fills her heart. "Obi-Wan... tell me. Please."

It’s hard to even look at her. Worse than coming to her apartment and asking where Anakin had gone. She had been so upset then, and he couldn’t blame her.

Taking in a breath he finally turned his gaze toward her. Not sure where to start or his to say it. The Jedi who do often had the right words was falling short. Thus he only managed to get out a few in a slightly trembling voice.

“He’s gone, Padme.”

With those three words, Padme's world dropped out from under her. Releasing Obi-Wan, her hand flew to her mouth as tears sprung to her eyes. "No... no, he can't be..."

But Obi-Wan wouldn't lie to her. Not about that. The tears fell freely and her face crumbled. Her other arm protectively held her belly while she sobbed. She'd been too late. She must have been. Whether he was dead or lost to the Dark Side, he was lost to her. That mean everything she'd ever loved was gone. The Republic, Democracy, Anakin... what else was there but her children, now? To make things even worse, she wasn't even in her own time... What was she going to do?

As she broke down, it took everything in him not to follow suit. Instead he hunched himself over and bowed his head. Trying to keep the demons from swirling around in his mind and not exactly being successful. He wanted to hold and comfort her, but how could he? He had no right to after what he had done.

“I’m so sorry,” he says softly, brokenly. The same words he had spoken when she saw him last. Not knowing that he had stowed away on her ship to follow her there.

Between the heartbreak and the hormones, it's a long moment before she calms and takes a few deep breaths to still herself. She feels so alone. Obi-Wan is right there, yet he's a true Jedi Master and must distance himself from emotions and attachment. She can't help but feel the heavy burden of guilt. Maybe if she'd turned Anakin away, he would have been more focused on the Jedi Path and things would have turned out differently. But there's no way to know, now. She has to live with what she's done and do the best she can to raise her children in this unfamiliar place.

Taking another breath, she nods, pulling on the years of practice schooling her fact to shield her emotions as Amidala. "Thank you... thank you for telling me. That can't have been easy."

If only she really knew. He wasn’t doing a very good job at distancing those emotions. He was just hiding them, and it was for the better. But as she thanks him, Obi-Wan’s eyes lift with another glimmer of sorrow in them.

He didn’t deserve her gratitude.

But he reached out and placed his hand on hers again. Wanting to at least show his support of her even if she would quite possibly never forgive him if she knew the whole truth.

“I’m here for you, Padme. Whatever you might need.”

Nothing to see here. Just two old friends hiding lots of feelings and guilt from one another.

She squeezed his hand, tugging it a little to try to get him to move and sit next to her. "Right now, more than anything, I need a friend."

Her words caused him to blink and he felt a bit of shame in that moment. Here he was feeling sorry for himself when she truly needed him most. Perhaps it wasn’t right to comfort her, but, who else would? Who else here could understand? Obi-Wan had felt so alone here in his feelings, and he couldn’t let her suffer that same way.

So he got up and carefully sat next to her. Putting his arm around his friend’s small shoulders.

“Of course,” he says softly, pulling her close in an embrace.

She smiled a little as he sat next to her. The arm around her shoulders as exactly what she needed. She needed that closeness, that comfort. She closed her eyes and leaned into the embrace, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Obi-Wan. I'm glad you're here."

“And I’m glad you’re here,” he said quietly. “More than you know.”

Glad to see her alive and unharmed. Even though it broke his heart to tell her about Anakin, it was good to be with a friend again. So he let her rest her head on his shoulder. Deciding to just stay here with her as long as she needed.

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