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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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I. Exploring the City.

There was a lone figure standing still in the center of town. Ikora had her arms folded behind her back as she scanned the horizon. Slow, steady, purposeful. She was not home. There was no Traveler in the sky. No familiar silhouette of the Tower anywhere in the distance. The energy around her was different as well.

"Any readings at all?" she asked the floating black Ghost at her shoulder.

"No." A deep, heavy voice answered. "There's nothing."

Ikora hummed and started moving with purpose. A Warlock's purpose was to find answers and she was determined to do so. It was unnerving, yes, to find herself somewhere unknown with no memory of how she got here.

At first, she thought it might be the Infinite Forest but no, there were no Vex energy signatures. It wasn't a Hive throne world either. It could be any ruined city on Earth except no Traveler. No Light. No Darkness. There was hers. She could feel the power in her. And the echoing thrum of Darkness still in the back of her head.

But this... this was not home. She hoped to find someone who could tell her where it actually was.

II. Network Voice Message.

[ A calm, authoritative voice comes through the comms. ]

This is Ikora Rey of the Last City, Vanguard of the Warlock Order. If anyone can hear this communication please respond. I am uncertain of my location and unable to reach the Tower.

III. Wildcard.

[ Could be Coruscant event. Could be at the hangars. Could be whatever. ]

"Is this another hallucination? Tell me I'm not just seeing things."

"If you are, it's contagious."

"I'll take that as a negative, then. Although if turns out the other way, I will be very, very embarrassed."

The Exo Hunter took a massive leap from the clock tower he had laid claim to a long while back. There was no way that he'd make it even a quarter of the way to the center of town even with two more boosts, but Guardians didn't walk anywhere they couldn't just leap or hover across. They traveled diagonal paths if the obstacles in that direction were reachable. Still, the rest of his trip was made on the ground after all, given the extra work it would have taken to scale the old Civic Center, as much as he'd like to impress an old friend.

So it was with great lack of preamble that he strolled out past the diner towards the open city square with a casual wave as though it was just another day at the Tower.

"Ikora! Hey! About time you showed up."

Ikora stopped and cocked her head, cautious. Nothing in her expression gave away the pounding of her heart. "Ophiuchus, what am I seeing?"

Her ghost rushed forward and circled around Cayde and Sundance, scanning them both and then excitedly rushed back to Ikora. "It's Cayde. No trick."

Cayde? Alive? Ikora should be relieved or excited but instead she was... almost afraid. She had only recently come to terms with Cayde's True Death but here he was in this strange place.

"Where are we, Cayde?" She asked as she stopped in front of him and looked him over.

He had cycled through perhaps several different greetings before spouting whatever came to mind. He accounted the initial reaction from his fellow Vanguard as acceptable given the situation. As Ophiuchus came forth to inspect them, he scowled a little at the additional scan, casting a glance at Sundance who he knew was happy to see another Ghost despite her trademark pokerface.

And then there were other tells that Cayde wasn't sure what to make of, but he quickly stamped that thought before it could grow into actual worry. It was easy to do when he was actually happy to see Ikora, and there was no forcing of smiles as she approached him. He gave an obliging spin as though intent on convincing her he was in the figurative flesh, pausing to face her again with arms open for a hug despite knowing the invitation is never reciprocated.

"Welcome to Temba! Long abandoned city of the Agrii on a planet known as Agra Ten. System, unknown. It's a fixer-upper, definitely, but we make do."

More than anything that open armed offer of a hug convinced Ikora it was truly Cayde-6. So many times she had walked into a Vanguard Council to that very safe gesture and very same expression. She had known him for hundreds of years. She would know an imposter.

"It's good to see you, Cayde." She didn't hug him but she did reach out and pat his arm, her touch lingering longer than usual. It was as affectionate as Ikora was known to get.

She folded her arms behind her back again. "I assume you've already scouted far and wide trying to find a way home?"

Because a Hunter never stayed in one place long and with no Vanguard to tether him... well, Cayde must wander.

The hug shifted into a shrug of the 'hey, I tried!' sort, but the Exo tilted his head at her touch. Oh, but he had questions. Instead, he folded his arms, giving her a nod.

"Of course! Except the guys pulling us in don't play fair, so I haven't been able to just put a bullet in someone's head to fix things. I mean, otherwise you wouldn't here too, now." He gave a brief gesture around.

"I'm gonna be honest with you, scouting farther than this city is damn boring because it's nothing but woods for miles and no promise of anything to actually find on the other side of it."

"Are they dangerous?" She asked with a frown. Now, Cayde's style of negotiation was usually a bullet but Ikora's mind is on the mystery of how these Agrii pulled them away.

Cayde is clearly from before his death and unaware of it. Yet, her time went on. What sort of beings could do that? It's arguably more powerful than Hive magic. Throne worlds existed outside of time but...

"What have you been doing with nothing to explore besides trees?" There didn't seem to be much to this place. She was reminded of the first stages of the Last City when they were rebuilding. Rubble and a few structures.

"The Agrii? Nah. They're practically like over-sized children. Tall, pink fangy children with four arms and three eyes- no relation to Eliksni."

Cayde turned, walking a small circle. "It's a little more complicated than just the Agrii though. There's someone else pulling the strings." He waved a hand, not terribly inclined to get into that whole mess without having a drink to pass the time with.

"Eh, fixing things up, getting to know people." It was pretty reminiscent of the early days of the Last City, if not the recent rebuilding. "There's unfortunately not much by way of treasure. Even less of weapons. I know, I know- how have I not gone crazy by now!"

"Three eyes sounds more like Hive." What Ikora imagined in her head was something of a mix between the two races. And pink. They must be powerful to pull people from their homes and kept them trapped like bugs in a glass jar. "Have they said what they want?"

At least it was a relatively nice jar. Ikora imagined she would still test the limits of it and try to unravel the mystery. She was a Warlock, after all. Reality was, at best, a suggestion.

"All those years as Vanguard tempered you for this moment. You can handle such idleness now." Though, knowing Cayde as she did he must have found something more to occupy himself.

"Well, they are moist..." Okay, Hive weren't exactly moist but they could be gooey sometimes. "They want he-rows to help save their home." Cayde drew his hands outward to indicate their surroundings. "Something messed up their planet and brought on these weird storms- that I'm not entirely sure those are natural, by the way but um, we'll add that to the 'complicated' file."

Ikora's point made him grin lopsidedly. "True, I mean especially after all those meetings with you and Zavala?" he said as he danced over to her side, giving her a little nudge with his elbow. "Oh yeah, I set up a bar. This place didn't have one- can you believe that? I would've thought it would be one of the first things to go up. Guess people had other things on their mind." Either that or they hadn't been here that much longer than he had when he'd first arrived.

Ikora looked around. She didn't see any threats but the mention of unnatural storms caught her interest. "And they haven't explained more than that or you didn't listen when they did?"

Hunters for all their spying and stealth were also rather direct in dealing with problems. Like Titans. They killed them. If there had been an enemy to fight this would be an easy problem to solve. Something more was going on underneath this. The sort of problem that required a Warlock.

She ducked her head and smiled briefly before raising it again. "Of course you set up a bar." She paused a moment. "Will you show me?"

"I was listening!" Cayde protested, perhaps all too hard. "Look- it didn't make much sense at first, but then one hit and things just went screwy."

It wasn't an experience he was all too eager to share in detail with just anyone, but he knew all he'd have to do was mention names and she'd understand. "Most everyone got the info from a data-orb thingy, but I didn't feel like having information uploaded straight into my head so all I've had otherwise was hearsay."

There was time enough to explain on the way. With Ikora asking to see the bar, Cayde brightened, eager to show off something he put together. He swept a hand in the direction they were to go, starting along to lead the way.

Well, Warlocks were familiar with power storms. She would like to experience one to understand exactly what Cayde meant. Or perhaps someone else here had paid attention and could explain in more detail.

"I had Ophiuchus download the data-orb as well." Because both Ikora and her ghost liked having all the information.

She followed at a more sedate pace, studying everything around them but always at Cayde's side.

Cayde pointed out things as they went, not that there were too many things of interest going down the way they did. That was the diner, over there was the road leading up to the hangar- ignore the scorch marks over there as they weren't entirely his fault, the clocktower in the distance where he liked to keep an eye on things...

"Of course you did," he said, not at all surprised that Ikora and her Ghost had ate up that information willingly. Maybe he was just being stubborn about it. But it was also an experiment. So far as he knew, most everyone that arrived on-planet directly seemed inclined to touch the thing. Was there any sort of side-effect to it? Without a choice, would ever know?

"For the Agrii, the storms are deadly. The only actual evidence we have of this is from some recordings from how long ago by some kind of show by these guys called the Atroma- again, complicated," he said, cutting himself off from getting too into things, hands waving about as though to physically scatter details from conglomerating.

"And yeah, they're what you think when you first hear 'storm.' Wind, rain, thunder, lightning, the whole package. Except I think it's a cover for whatever's actually causing the unnatural effects."

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