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SUMMER 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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Hot Summer Time!

Summer has arrived and you know what that means: It's time to head out and spend some time at the beach, lounging on its bluish, almost purple sand, going for a swim or gathering some of the fat, green lobsters just wandering around the beach. They may be tasty, but remember that their pinch is toxic. It won’t kill you but it will definitely have the pinched body part swelling up and itching like a bad wool sweater.

If hunting for food isn't what you came here for, then sunbathing is always an option. Even if the color seems odd, this sand, also, likes to go literally everywhere.

Simply hopping into the water is also rarely a bad idea. This close to the coast there are no harmful creatures in the water, so whether you brought a swim suit, hop in fully clothed or have no care in the world about who might stumble over you naked, Agra 10's ocean is yours to play in.

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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✧ Map ✧ Devices & Network ✧ Data Points ✧ Ships ✧ Flora ✧ Fauna ✧ Supply Requests ✧ Calendar ✧
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"It's pretty confusing," Ezra agrees.

"I'm nearly certain this planet's in a different galaxy from where I'm from. And it sure seems like some of the people here come from different versions of reality. Places where there's actual magic, and the people who use it call it that, not just what I'm used to, which some people call magic, but I wasn't taught to call it that."

The concept of this being in a completely different galaxy startles her. "How is that possible? My friends'll be worried that I'm gone, and I don't even have my comm to tell them I'm okay!"

Her confusion doesn't really clear up as Ezra continues. "What's...magic?" Omega asks, head tilting as she says the word, as though it's unnatural just coming out of her mouth.

"I don't know exactly how it's possible to be brought so far. I agree, it's not fair or cool. I want to help people, but I wish I'd been asked, and I wish I could tell my family back home I'm ok, too."

"Magic is-" He bites his lip, glances around and drops his voice to a softer, more conspiratorial tone. "Don't tell anyone I said this, ''cause it's probably rude, but - magic's a pretty useless word. So many weird things get called magic. I can show you some of what I can do. I was taught to call it using the Force, but-"

He shrugs.

There's some strange comfort in knowing she isn't alone in that sentiment, at least. "Yeah. Asking first would've been nice," she says, if a little petulantly.

Omega tenses a little when Ezra looks around before speaking, having a glance about as well. His explanation doesn't really help much. "Maybe it's because there's no better word?" Her eyebrows lift. "Using force isn't magic," she says with a quirk of her lips, just a little sass, but she's curious to see what it is Ezra's got up his sleeves.

He's notices that shift in body language - he's been trying to be a little funny, and he's pleased she's trying to be funny back, but she's clearly on higher alert than he'd realized. Well, he can hardly blame her. That she's called the people worried about missing her friends and not family hasn't gone unnoticed either.

He grins and rolls his eyes at her, playfully, before he raises a hand and uses the Force to lift one of the larger shells around them on the beach, and gently pulls it to hover between them.

"Whoa!"

Whatever she'd expected of magic or this 'force' Ezra mentioned, this clearly wasn't it. The girl stares as the shell floats towards them, looking from it to Ezra and then back.

When it comes within reach, she reaches out hesitantly, poking at it. It has to be a trick of some kind, right? She peeks beneath it, gives it a little push from the top to see if it'll move. "Wow... How did you...?"

He's holding the shell in place, so there's the barest amount of give when she pushes, but it doesn't move visibly move.

"Well, there's energy all around us. I think maybe some of the stuff people from other places call magic does tap into that energy in different ways, but that's just a theory, and hard to test. Where I'm from, some people call all that collective energy 'the Force'. I was born with the ability to sense it, but I didn't really know what I was sensing, and couldn't really use it to do this sort of thing without training."

"The Force..." Omega repeats thoughtfully. She holds her hands out beneath the shell as she considers this invisible energy around them.

"What else do you do with it? Just lift things from far away?" It sounds like it could be useful, although she can't quite think of any immediate applications. "Can you lift yourself?"

He lets the shell drop into her hand and then lets go his hold on it.

"Hmm, I can hover a little without jumping, but for some reason it's really hard." He's not sure if that isn't mostly a failure of certainty in his ability on his part, though. Maybe there's something to the old 'do or do not do' adage after all.

"I can jump and fall really well, though. I can...feel things? People's emotions sometimes, or premonitions. Heal people a little, but that takes a lot of training and skill and I only know the very basics. Anyway, there's a lot of things, and I'm just a student."

She turns the shell over in her hands. It's strange thinking it had just been floating there a moment ago.

And then there's that smirk again. "I wouldn't think you'd need that to fall well," she points out. Feeling people's emotions though? That's a big step in an entirely different direction. "Healing too? Wow... I'll bet that's really useful. When did you learn that you could do those sorts of things?"

"I had useful hunches and dreams that came true for as long as I can remember. I was-" He looks her over. "About your age, I think, when I started realizing maybe not everyone had those the same way I did. My first teacher and I found each other when I was 14."

"That must have been strange..." Omega can't even begin to imagine how that would go. But if they were useful, then they couldn't have been all that bad.

"So not the same teacher you have here?"

"No." He smiles sadly. "Kanan was my first teacher. Master Kenobi is my teacher here. But they knew each other. They grew up in the same place, learned from the same traditions.”

"Oh..." There's something to that sad smile, but she's not sure how much she should read into it. "So there's at least two of you from the same...familiar part of the galaxy, I guess?" Having the ability to travel to other worlds makes it a lot more difficult to narrow down things, but even then it seems like some favorable odds.

"Yeah, there's a several of us from that general....area of space. Two more with Jedi training, so we're calling those buildings I mentioned we're fixing up a temple. There can be good things about being here, too," he offers, his smiling brightening.

If different galaxies are involved, having several from the same seems like interesting...odds? No, she's not quite sure that's really the word, but she does look surprised- more so when Ezra specifies what sort of training he's undertaking. Omega's never met one in person, and Nala Se kept her apart from everyone else.

"You're a Jedi...?" Her brows lift, her expression... Somewhat unreadable. She's a little unsure of how to feel, herself. It's a mix of relief, uncertainty, but there's definitely recognition of the title in her tone.

Ezra's eyes go wide, in turn. “I am. Yes. Uh. Most people here have never heard of Jedi before they got here," he informs her cautiously.

He doesn't think she's ever met a Jedi before, because her questions about the Force had seemed genuine.

"I have. But...most of them are probably gone now." She looks away as she says that, sad about what had happened, and now in some way able to connect personally with how it must have felt once that Order had been issued. "I'm sorry," the girl feels the necessity to add.

"The Empire, right?" he asks, softly. "I was born the day it was founded. My teachers all lived though the initial Purge."

He's not sure what make of her apology and the emotion wafting off of her. Maybe she's just a really empathetic kid.

It was strange enough hearing about people being from different times, but here Ezra is saying he was born not that long ago, from her own standpoint. It's difficult to process, even with a boy some several years her elder right in front of her.

Hearing that at least some Jedi had survived is good to know. She cups the shell in her hands, something to keep them from fidgeting. "...my friends are clone troopers," she says carefully after a moment, hurrying on. "-but they're good people."

"I believe you. I have friends who served as troopers in the Clone Wars, too," Ezra replies, firmly. "All the Jedi here know the Purge wasn't their fault."

He hesitates, frowning, "Do you...know how that worked?"

That is all the more relieving to hear, and it shows in the subtle sag in her shoulders, the tension she hadn't realized had crept up being released with in a slow breath.

"The Kaminoans put inhibitor chips inside their heads. So once that specific order was given, they didn't have a choice but to follow through," Omega says quietly, fiddling with the shell again, her fingers tracing its curves. "The troopers I know were considered defective, genetically enhanced so that they were a lot different from the other clones. The order didn't work on them..." She pauses, glancing down again. "...not all of them, anyway."

"Just wanted to make sure we're on the same page," he tries to reassure her.

"Your friends don't sound like the individual clones I know. But there is a clone brother here. He's from the middle of the war. He had a opportunity to get his chip out safely here, and he took it."

That tension is back, if just for a split second upon Ezra's mentioning that a clone was present, somewhere here. There's mixed feelings about the chip removal, but she's only recently witnessed several successful operations herself, so she's thankful that the possibility stretches further than what she knows. Still, it's such a small number when you know roughly how many clones made up the Army of the Republic.

"I'm glad. I've seen how bad it can be. They'd try to resist if they could, but..." She shakes her head.

"Hey," Ezra says softly.

"We don't have to keep talking about it if you don't want to. I mean, we can - you seem like you've got a lot on your mind, since I don't remember the early days of the Empire, it's not as hard for me as some of the others."

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