Winter Test Drive Meme

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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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Winter in Temba and Sh'Ka

Winter has arrived on Agra 10 and with it its cold temperatures, sharp winds and, you guessed it, snow. It starts slow and gentle in Temba, but even such gentle snowfall tends to build up and over the course of a few days of constant snowfall, the city has been covered with a white, roughly knee-deep blanket - Unless someone actually remembered to keep some of the paths clear.

And it still keeps snowing.

Over in Sh'Ka, a similar picture has been painted. But being situated within all these tall trees paints a somewhat different picture. A more icy one. All the by now leaf-free trees are covered in a thick layer of ice, as are Sh'Ka's stone-carved buildings. The wind here is harsher than it is in Temba, which has been comparably wind-free.

Please try not to slip and hurt yourself while marveling at either city.

Explore the city Temba!

Here's a map of Temba 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 sitting in the hangar. Not all of them may be around when you check out the building, as one of the pilots may be using one of them to fly over to Sh'Ka. But there should still enough of them around for you to inspect and maybe wonder about. However, only one of them will open its doors for you. Do you dare to step inside? Check out the protein paste or maybe even meet one of your crew mates?

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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Padmé Amidala | Star Wars

[politicallyinclined]

(Temba)

Winters are not usually so harsh on Naboo and Padmé finds herself curiously wandering in the snow when there is a small lull. Her body aches in the same way as her heart and she is tired. But life has been returned to her - a gift she doesn't intend on throwing away. Bending down, she scoops up a handful of snow and immediately regrets it, sucking in a sharp, cold breath through her teeth. Tucking her hand against her body, she smiles faintly at her rash desire to touch the icy mixture and begins to take in her surroundings.

What can she expect from this planet? Acquiring a weapon wouldn't be a bad idea, yet she almost feels like she is alone. The snowy world around her is so still and even when she strains her ears, she can't hear anything other than the soft sound of the snow piling up.

(Deep End)

Luck brings her to the bar and she enters it cautiously - and then with relief. The warmth thaws out her frozen limbs and she finds a place to sit, rubbing her hands together. If she is going to find out anything useful, a bar would be a good place to start. So she approaches the first outwardly friendly-looking person and gives them a smile.

"Do you have a moment?"

(Network)

(Technology is nothing new to her and so she learns how to operate the communication's device quickly. However she sticks to text because she doesn't know who could be watching the transmission.)

I have visited many planets, but this one is definitely unique. I am curious; has anyone heard of Naboo? Coruscant? Tatooine? Those are planets from the galaxy I know.

(And they feel farther away than ever.)

Also, where might I acquire a weapon? For protective purposes; I have no desire to hurt anyone.

Network

[on_repeat]

[Naboo. Coruscant. Tatooine. The names of those planets were read and reread in silence, settling into another pause before there came a response.]

I recognize those names. Is it safe to assume you have just arrived?

Protection is always a priority here. There is an armory full of functional weaponry, but there is a catch in using them.

[At this time, it's easier to talk of arms than to linger on the fact that someone else from the galaxy is now with them.]

[politicallyinclined]

(Those first words grab her attention and she gasps before attempting a response.)

I have. I suppose it is equally safe to presume you have been here awhile?

What is the catch?

(Their galaxy is popular? They certainly have enough drama for the universe.)

[on_repeat]

Yes. It has been a while.

[A while too long, he thinks, but that isn't important at the moment.]

The weapons are connected to a security datapoint. It is necessary to have that in mind in order to use them.

The alternative is whatever we have on hand outside of the system, which may be a little more practical for the time being.

[politicallyinclined]

(She would rather have a dependable, low-power weapon than one under the control of someone or something else.)

I like the alternative. We can't wholly keep ourselves from being monitored, but...

(She like her privacy.)

[on_repeat]

Understandable. And to be honest, I have to agree.

Cayde has some extras stowed away and I have a few in case of emergency. Is there any preference?

[politicallyinclined]

I am good with blasters and though I am no Jedi, I have been around lightsabers often.

(If weapons of that sort exist here, that is.)

[on_repeat]

Blasters are what we have, but they will do in a pinch.

If you want, we can rendezvous so you can be properly armed.

[Because that matters. The Agrii need to understand why they need to protect themselves, but that is another discussion for another day.]

[politicallyinclined]

I would appreciate your help.

(She can't be too cautious, but then again, she needs to make allies too and that requires taking some risks.)

Do you know how to find the Deep End?

[on_repeat]

I do. I stop in every now and then.

[politicallyinclined]

I have found my way there if you wish to join me.

[on_repeat]

I will be on route.

Although I do have to warn you I will be in full armor.

[He wonders if that sounds awkward, but he'd rather not leave it up to chance.]

[politicallyinclined]

I will wait for you.

Armor doesn't frighten me.

(It does make it harder for her to read him, but voices can give a lot away.)

Temba!

[out_of_order]

Already the snowfall was suggesting that the previous season had been a mild winter in comparison. Cal trudges through the snow, the hood of his poncho pulled up over his head. He's been to colder climes than this, not that he can particularly say he enjoys the frigid temperatures.

"Good thing we got those heaters fixed up," he mutters, receiving a hooting beep in response from behind him. The little droid hanging off his back peeks over his shoulder with an inquisitive whistle then, which has the young man looking out ahead as he senses someone else out in the snow.

[politicallyinclined]

The beep of the droid is a welcome sound and Padmé looks around for the source. She has a deep fondness for droids and dislikes when they are used for violence. But this one strikes her as friendly, so she raises her voice:

"If you're looking for company, I'm over here."

Around the time those last words leave her lips she sees the young man. Well it's good that the little droid isn't alone. She brushes the snow off of her cloak and smiles in welcome.

"I'm relieved to see someone."

[out_of_order]

Cal offers a smile back as she comes into view. "Not the best weather to be out in, but I guess I've seen worse," he says. She strikes him as familiar, somehow.

"Name's Cal. And this is BeeDee-One." He gestures over his shoulder a the little droid peeks over, offering a beeping greeting.

[politicallyinclined]

"I've definitely seen better." she can't say it isn't beautiful, though. There is something calming about watching the white flakes drifting in the air.

"Nice to meet you, Cal and BeeDee-One." she smiles at him and his little companion, "I'm Padmé. I'm afraid I don't know my way around yet."

And what a place to have to learn on her feet! Especially after... No, she won't think of what happened before. She can't. Not yet.

[out_of_order]

That she seems to be used to a droid presence definitely suggests she's familiar with them, unlike some of the people who end up in the city. "Padmé..." A name from the past, not someone he knows personally, but her face, her voice, had been a prominent one in pushing for peace during the war.

"It takes some getting used to, and the snow might make things a little more difficult to navigate by sight, but if you can't work your way around by the map, then you can always ask," Cal replies, hesitating a moment. "...you're...Senator Amidala, aren't you?"

[politicallyinclined]

More than just familiar. Padmé has gotten to know Artoo Detoo and C-3PO rather well. The former began his life as her droid, in fact, serving her when she was Queen of Naboo.

"Thank you for the reassurance." she suppresses a small shiver, tucking back a loose curl of dark hair. Being recognized is somewhat surprising and she tilts her head, nodding slowly.

"I am. Or...I was." yes, the latter is more correct, "How do you know about me?"

[out_of_order]

He's been here long enough to be more open to admitting who he is, even though he knows he'd never completely shake off habit of caution. It's become so deeply ingrained, having spent the last five years in hiding as a scrapper.

At the woman's curious confirmation, Cal nods. He slowly brings his hand to his side, drawing back the worn hem of his poncho to reveal the hilt of the lightsaber hanging at his belt. It's longer than a standard single blade, slightly longer than his forearm.

"There's a diner nearby. It'll be warmer than standing around out here," he suggests.

[politicallyinclined]

As a queen and then a senator, Padmé has had to face a mixed bag of "welcomes" when her name is recognized. It always helped to have a strong Jedi warrior at her side, but that isn't possible here.

Or is it? She takes in the lightsaber, expression torn yet...brighter. The sorrow she carries won't ever dissipate, but it is good to see a Jedi. Her affection for that Order hasn't diminished.

They tried. What more could any of them do?

"Yes, that sounds nice." she moves to his side, indicating her acceptance of the secret he has shared with her, "Are you a Jedi?"

[out_of_order]

That expression clearly tells him that she's at least aware of the Jedi's fate and it prompts a familiar ache in himself. Cal lowers his head a little as he lets his poncho fall back into place, and he gives Padmé another nod. BD-1 settles back from where he'd pulled himself up to look over his shoulder, letting himself dangle freely by the straps he clings to, rectangular head tilting at their new acquaintance in an almost birdlike manner.

"Padawan," Cal admits as he begins to lead the way. "I lost my master when...when it all happened." He's probably gone through enough trials since to qualify as a Jedi Knight now, but there's no one here to bestow that title on him anymore. It's not something he minds too much, it doesn't affect what he's able to do and how he can help others, and that's far more important.

[politicallyinclined]

She is aware of the order (66) that spelled the end to them and she is aware that a Sith Lord now controls everything. Democracy died while she sat in the Senate Chamber, unable to do anything to help. The people stopped listening; they gave into their fear and turned to the worst man imaginable.

Padmé tilts her head to mimic the little droid before gently setting a hand on BD-1's head.

"I am so sorry." her attention turns back to Cal, tears shimmering in her eyes, "I'm grateful to have run into you. The Jedi mean...a lot...to me. What happened to them was unforgivably cruel and unjust."

[out_of_order]

Being a survivor, Cal's all too aware of what's become of the Republic they'd fought for, and the terror that's taken its place. He takes comfort in hearing his little droid pal's stutter of a beep that he likes to think of as a laugh as Padmé grants BD-1 some attention.

Even without looking over at her he can sense the emotion, the sadness that resonates with himself. It's never far when he thinks about the past, the pain always fresh even though he's come to accept his failed responsibilities the day he'd lost his master. He eventually glances over at Padmé, perhaps unprepared for the unshed tears he sees there for the way his eyes slip away again.

"I wish things could have gone differently," he says quietly, shaking his head as he knows wishing doesn't change anything. "It's...probably going to sound crazy, but that was five years ago- for me."

[politicallyinclined]

There are so many she wanted to protect. Her mother, her father, her sisters, her nieces, her son...her daughter. Anakin. Obi-Wan. But the fate of the galaxy is out of her hands.

Or is it? She smiles faintly at the laughter. BD-1 reminds her so much of Artoo Detoo. Maybe there are still good people and droids that can be depended upon for the future.

She prays that is the case. Especially for her twins.

"As do I." she gently takes hold of his arm, finding comfort in physical contact, "Five years? What has changed for you? Are you safe?"