SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME

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SPRING 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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Temba Spring Time!

Spring has reached Temba, which means the flowers and plants are blooming not only in the greenhouse. Though it remains a safe enough place to observe and cultivate them, many of them are sprouting freshly through the cracks in what remains of the city's infrastructure.

But the plants aren't the only ones waking up with the warmer temperatures. Temba's wildlife is no exception. Most of the smaller critters can be seen more commonly around the city and should your steps take your near the old library building, you may even encounter half a dozen or more young mothkittens learning to fly, warming their wings up in the sun or napping at the side of the building. Just beware that these little fiends love everything that glitters and will try to claim it for themselves.

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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Merrin ☾ Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order ☾ open to both prose and action!

[noch]

A. EXPLORATION

This planet is a far cry from her home of Dathomir, but there is something familiar in its wildness, half-decayed, that urges her to explore—and if she is avoiding the sound of voices in the distance, presumably from other arrivals like her, then she has the excuse of getting her bearings and allowing herself to process this sudden change. It even sounds convincing.

So she spends a lot of time wandering between the rotting buildings, her hood pulled up to cover her chin and hair. Unfortunately, the newness of this situation and her general distrust for strangers (so, basically anyone who isn't her Stinger Mantis crew) makes her a little bit... jumpy.

Even the smallest noise behind her makes her turn sharply on her heel, calling a small, writhing ball of bright green ichor to her palm in ready defense. Her voice, when she speaks, has a pronounced Russian Dathomiri accent, clipped and demanding.

"What is it you want?"

B. GREENHOUSE

Eventually, she stumbles upon the greenhouse, and finds herself drawn in by the huge variety of flowers and plants, teeming with life and so very different from her scorched, barren homeworld. It reminds her a little bit of the terrarium aboard the Mantis, and once again she feels that pang of missing them—how she managed to become so attached so quickly, she still doesn't know.

She lingers there, walking slowly through the rows, occasionally reaching out to touch the silky edge of a petal or leaf if the plant looks safe enough. (Almost nothing on Dathomir, including the plants, are safe, so she knows from experience to be cautious.)

There's one plant in particular, wilted and drooping, that she pauses in front of for a long time. It seems silly to use her magick on one small, inconsequential plant, but maybe it's because this is one thing she can do, one tiny thing she can control, but she starts murmuring under her breath. A thick green mist rises from her hands and seeps into the plant, until it's fully recovered and blooming.

C. HANGAR

Apparently she's been assigned to one of these spaceships, her second ever. If... she can board it, which she can, but as it turns out, it was a lot easier to walk up the ramp into the Mantis when Cal was so confidently leading the way. This ship looks much different than the one she's used to, a little more... damaged, but unfortunately she doesn't know enough about spaceships to know if it's grounded or unrepairable or what.

Bracing herself, she makes her way inside and towards the cockpit, the hood over her head and frown on her face giving off maybe a little bit more of an intimidating impression than she might normally. Not for the first time, she wishes that Greez had given her that crash course on flying, because all of the buttons and levers in the cockpit are completely incomprehensible to her.

That might be obvious by the way she's scowling at them, her brow furrowed, as if she can get them to tell her their secrets just by her stare alone.

D. LIBRARY

Eventually, her exploration leads her to the library building, though she doesn't go inside. Instead, she finds a pack of young mothkittens nearby, lounging in the sun. Though she doesn't approach them—again, experience has taught her not to assume any wildlife is harmless—two curious mothkittens end up approaching her, one of them slightly more brave than the other, and she smiles gently and very cautiously extends her hand for it to sniff.

"Hello, little one."

Unfortunately, the other one takes advantage of her distraction, snatching the glittering halfmoon-shaped rock—her talisman—that she keeps inside a pouch attached to her belt and immediately running off with it.

"You—creature! Stop!"

YAAAAAY MERRIN- aherm, D

[out_of_order]

He's heard that Countess had a new...litter? and could only imagine how mischievous a bunch of tiny mothcats would be, given what he remembers of the Archivist's first meeting with the mother. Cal blinks as he spies one of the little creatures bounding in his direction, his expression freezing slightly as he notices what it's carrying. He's sure he's seen that before.

"Hey there little one," the padaway says as he stoops down to try scooping up the little green, winged fluff. "What have you got there?"

BD-1 start to beep urgently behind him, but already he's turning his head as senses someone nearby.

here with the endgame canonpoint :)

[noch]

Merrin is quick to give chase, but the mothkitten is even quicker, darting away from the library and making her sprint after it. It takes her a second to gather a ball of ichor in her hand, reluctant to hurt the creature but just as reluctant to lose her talisman—the one thing she has from home.

She stops short as soon as she runs into Cal, going very still, her eyes darting from his face, to the mothkitten at his feet, to her talisman, and then back again.

"Cal." She makes an abortive little motion towards him—a hug, probably, because she's just so relieved to see him, a familiar face in all of this madness, someone she trusts in a sea of strangers—but she'd embarrassed herself enough with that recently, and so she stops herself. Instead, she states the obvious: "So you are here too."

So I noticed<3 Please be patient with Cal given his own point is...earlier XD

[out_of_order]

His eyes widen as he recognizes the young woman, even if it takes a moment to do so without her hood and cloak. The tension there shifts towards confusion, especially as she starts towards him- she knows his name. Cal manages to remain where he stands, but he still looks guarded.

"...Merrin, right?" That's what Taron Malicos had called her, wasn't it?

It's a decidedly warmer reception from the Nightsister compared to the last time he'd seen her, but then he hadn't been in the best of states himself back then, not after what he'd seen in the tomb, not after his lightsaber had been damaged. "Yeah, guess I am."

His movements are cautious, careful as he stoops down to resume picking up the mothkitten, gently attempting to extract the talisman from its stubborn grasp without thought to what sort of echoes something so ancient might possibly possess.

[noch]

Something isn't right. He's guarded, tense, acting like he doesn't even know her name. It's very different from the Cal she knows now, and, if possible, she stiffens even more, her stomach sinking with a terrible possibility that he doesn't remember. It's the only explanation, because she refuses to entertain the idea that he's shutting her out on purpose.

"What is wrong?" she asks, her brow furrowing. "You are acting strangely."

Seeing him attempt to pry the talisman from the lothkitten's mouth finally spurs her into action, and she comes closer to reach for it herself, because she knows all about the memories that must be attached to it—they're hers, after all, and the generations of Nightsisters who came before her. She remembers him telling her about his power, though she's still a little fuzzy on the details of how it works.

Maybe, some other time, she would hand him her talisman freely. But right now...

[out_of_order]

Seeing her move so suddenly then has Cal pause in his attempts enough for her to take hold of the talisman herself. For him it seems so long ago that he'd seen her use it, and with that reminder he draws his hand back, moving it to help assist with the wriggly kitten instead.

"I..." He looks apologetic then, a sad smile as he wonders what he's- well, he supposes it's not exactly missed if it hasn't yet happened, is it? But he's glad he hasn't seemed to have made another enemy after all. He remembers some of those echoes he'd come upon in those dark places back on Dathomir, the sorrow of a lone Nightsister.

"I'm sorry. It's this place, the way we're brought here. The Agrii- they're the ones who used to live here- but whatever they use to bring people to this planet, it somehow draws them not only from different worlds, but from different times."

[noch]

It takes her a second to wrestle the talisman free from the mothkitten's mouth, and she's glad for it. It lets her keep her head down, so that he can't see the expression that crosses her face when he mentions different times, and she realizes that the terrible possibility is more likely. That... she doesn't have a friend here after all. That she is alone again.

Almost as soon as she finally extracts the talisman, she steps away from him, putting space between them, her expression schooled once again.

"So then we have come from different times." She pauses, absently clutching the talisman to her chest, her thumb sweeping across its surface. She thinks she already knows the answer, but... "What is the last thing you remember?"

[out_of_order]

He knows that feeling, it echoes a similar one that wells up whenever he comes across someone from a more familiar galaxy, and despite that common thread, it doesn't quite breach that gap.

With its new 'toy' gone, the mothkitten takes to trying catch Cal's fingers. As Merrin steps back, he looks down, absently scratching the kitten's head. It's a small but somewhat welcome distraction as he makes sure it's his gloved hand that the little one attempts to gnaw on when it does.

"Yeah," he confirms. "...the last thing I remember is running from your Sisters, getting back to the ship."

[noch]

That explains his wary reaction, then. In retrospect, she may have gone a little overboard with that, but she remembers being so consumed with anger, feeling so betrayed by Malicos, that she had called upon one of the only powers he hadn't pried from her.

"So it seems." She's quiet for a moment, her gaze fixed on the mothkitten in Cal's arms, though her attention wanders elsewhere. After so many years on her own, with only the dead and Taron Malicos and her vengeance for company, she just... isn't good at reaching out. Cal had done it before, and that's how they were able to eke out an alliance, then friendship.

Her gaze refocuses on the gentle way that he pets the mothkitten, offering his gloved fingers up for chewing, and that's when she feels compelled to add, "You've missed much, Cal Kestis."

She isn't... smiling, exactly, but her expression has softened, her eyebrows tilting in a way that could suggest wryness.

[out_of_order]

"I kind of had that feeling," Cal replies, a corner of his lips quirking although the smile doesn't quite stick. He glances at her then. "But hey, I figure if we're on speaking terms then things can't have turned out too badly, whatever's happened since then." Looking at things that way make it a little more digestible. He hadn't exactly been in the best place mentally the last time he'd seen her.

The mothkitten gets a little too enthusiastic in its chewing, the padawan wincing as he tries to pull his fingers away with a pained smile. "Ow- okay, that's enough..." he says as he sets the mothkitten back down. He wonders how much of a handful more of them would be, imagining the library would be a lively place so long as they're around.

"I've been here...maybe a year now," he says to Merrin then, after some thought. Keeping track of the time around here is tricky given the longer days. It's always sobering to think about just how long it's been. "I guess there are worse places to be, but that's not to say this place is entirely without things to be careful of."

[noch]

This is the part where she feels a little unsure—she wants to tell him that things didn't turn out too badly at all, that they're friends, that he finished his mission to find that holocron, even if the end was a little more eventful than any of them would've liked. But she also doesn't know if she should, even if it means starting from scratch.

She doesn't like the idea of starting from scratch, but she doesn't see how she has any choice either.

"Do not do that again, little one," she says very sternly to the mothkitten as it scampers off, back towards the library. Though... it doesn't appear to be taking her scolding to heart at all.

"That is a long time." She shifts her weight a little, finally slipping her talisman back into the pouch on her belt, and then tips her head slightly to the side, the angle almost... challenging. "And what should I be careful of?"

B!

[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra knows getting frustrated won't help at all, and he's barely had to time to learn, but caring for plants isn't coming as easily to him as his connections to animals.

The greenhouse is important, as a source of food, so he's slowly working his way through checking on plants when he feels...something nearby in the Force. Something about it almost tastes familiar, but he can't place it either.

He ducks through walkways, and spots someone. A woman? And the green mist lingering around her hand that makes recognition click into place - the feel of potion he drank with Maul on Dathomir, and the color that seemed to go hand in hand with the Nightsisters' magic.

But even he tenses, reflexively alarmed at evidence that points towards a kind of magic he associates with nothing good, and trying to decide what to do, he notices what is actually happening to the plant touches by the mist.

"Ok," he admits, despite his gut response. "That's pretty impressive."

assuming he has his lightsaber..... don't kill me

[noch]

Her gaze immediately slants towards the newcomer and sweeps over him, alert and wary, and she drops her hands from the plant as she turns to face him, all hooded Nightsister intimidation, her expression carved from stone. Her eyes catch on the lightsaber hanging from his belt, and they narrow. That, plus the same energy as Cal...

A Jedi? Cal told her that he may be the last. Is this another survivor? The question is, is he a Jedi like Cal or like Malicos? She's not taking any chances.

"I have more to impress you with, Jedi," she says, putting an emphasis on the last word. A threat? Her tone makes it hard to tell. A warning, maybe. She remains tense, not making any move to either attack him or relax. She's waiting for his reaction first, apparently.

He does now they've been to Coruscant in game! No dying

[ezra_of_lothal]

He's never met a living Nightsister. In fact, it crosses his mind that the green glow might only resemble Dathomirian magic, but was something else. The cosmos is, as he is rapidly learning, full of a variety of powers and abilities after all.

But being called a Jedi on sight seems like solid confirmation of his first guess. He stays mostly still, raising the hand that isn't closer to his lightsaber, hesitantly, palm out.

"Can we...not fight?" he offers. "You just got here, right? I got pulled here against my will too, um, a while back."

[noch]

She's quiet for a moment, her expression impassive as she assesses him openly. Even after everything, she still doesn't know who it was that massacred her sisters—Malicos had told her it was a Jedi, and she remembers the warrior wielding lightsabers, but Cal's arrival had opened up a new possibility. She started to... doubt.

This one appears sincere, and she finds that she wants to trust him. That she's tired of suspecting everyone, of letting fear and paranoia have power over her. Malicos cultivated that, and how she wishes it all had died with him.

But after six years, it's not so easy. "I see no reason to fight," she says carefully, though she doesn't actually appear to relax. After a short pause, she adds, "You survived. The purge that killed your people."

She has a funny way of saying things like statements when they're really questions. This is one of those times, though only the slight inquisitive tilt of her head might give it away.

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Good," Ezra says cautiously, slowly lowering that hand down to more relaxed but keeping it where she can see it.

"And...yes," he continues with a slow nod. "It's kinda more complicated than that, because people are pulled here from different times, not just different places. But yes. The Empire still hunts Jedi in my time, and I'm one that's survived. So far."

He gives her a tiny smile. "My name's Ezra."

[noch]

Hearing that he's a survivor, as she suspected, makes her gaze drop, just for a split second, and then come back up, this time with something like—not sadness, exactly, but sympathy—in her eyes. Understanding. They're part of the same small club, after all, even if she is no Jedi.

"I am Merrin." She doesn't smile in return, but she does nod her head in acknowledgement, the tension in her shoulders starting to seep away.

"You are not the only one of your kind to survive," she continues, and again it's in that leading way, almost like a prompting. Honestly, she's not really sure if she's telling him because it will be—should be—welcome news or as some sort of test, to gauge his reaction. Maybe both.

[ezra_of_lothal]

"No, I'm not," he agrees, fairly easily. "My master was younger than I am now, when the Empire started the purge." It still hurts to talk about Kanan, but he refuses to not talk about him. His master deserved to be remembered and honored.

"I've met a few others - in my own time and here. Are you...from Dathomir?" he asks, more tentative.

[noch]

A master. She has heard Cal mention his own master, and she knows that Cere was—is?—one, as she had an apprentice of her own, but Merrin still doesn't have the full context for how those relationships worked. But based on Cal and Cere... she gets the impression that the bond between master and apprentice is close. Sacred.

When he mentions that he's met others, that piques her interest, though it might be hard to tell from just the way her eyebrows raise. More Jedi? And does that mean... there's a chance she could meet a few of her sisters?

"Yes. I am a Nightsister," she replies, because there seems to be little point in trying to hide it now. If he recognized her magick and her home planet, then— "You know of my kind."

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Know of is about right," he agrees. "I did go to Dathomir, once. Very briefly. Someone named Maul who was also originally from Dathomir took me to do a spell. I only met...spirits of Nightsisters. And uh, not offense intended, but you're being a lot more pleasant to talk to than they were."

Perhaps now is not the time to mention that he'd technically reneged on the bargain Maul had made to cast that spell. Or that he'd destroyed an altar - the altar? He still wasn't clear on that part.

A

[hooliganstatus]

Aeon had, originally, been drawn to the sight of an unfamiliar person. When Merrin turns and makes her demand, her hand full of green fire, Aeon's eyes widen with joy and curiosity - not a lick of fear on her. A small part of it might be that the woman's accent reminds her of an old friend.

She points a gloved hand at the glowing ball.

"Well, first of all," she purrs, "I want to know what that is."

[noch]

Merrin must be losing her touch, if she isn't striking fear into the hearts of men and women anymore. Cal also hadn't appeared very afraid of her, when they'd first met. Where she'd found Cal irritating, however, she just finds this woman's reaction kind of curious, a small furrow appearing between her eyebrows.

Not many people react that way to magick, where she comes from. There's a slight hesitation, but since she's already given herself away with the display, she sees no point in hiding it.

"It is magick," she explains, letting the ichor in her hand dissipate—not unlike a flame sputtering out. "You do not know of it." It's inflected like a statement, but it's really a question.

[hooliganstatus]

Merrin doesn't have to worry about losing her touch: Aeon's just extremely hard to intimidate, being a seasoned intimidator herself when the moment is appropriate. Right now, however, in this place, there's no need for it. The peacefulness of Temba is almost uncomfortable.

"No, I don't." She tilts her head as the strange phenomenon goes away. "But I want to. How did you do that?"

do you mind if i move this to her intro log?

[noch]

For a second, she's gripped by some old fear that Malicos instilled in her—he was always asking for the secrets of her magick, more, more, more again, all attached to empty promises he never had any intention of keeping. He'd exploited her, and she was foolish enough to let him.

She has to tell herself that she's free of Malicos and his influence, and this woman is just curious. Though... she's not really sure where to begin, since she's never had to explain magick to a complete outsider, and so she hesitates slightly.

"Magick exists in all living things. I am simply drawing on that power to summon ichor." She lifts her hand again and draws ichor into her palm again, creating a floating ball of luminous green mist.

[noch]

[ continued here! ]