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Spring Test Drive Meme!

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!

Thread ideas:

- Explore the city! There's a map here 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. The hotel seems to be the most crowded, but you might want into what appears to be an abandoned storefront and find someone else scavenging or even sleeping.

- There are spaceships! That's right, there are currently several small spaceships grounded in the hangar. They appear to have power, but only one ship will let you enter. (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 it might be worth poking around the one that will...

- Do you hear a storm? A giant, power-altering storm has been ravaging part of the planet for a month. It shows 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? More information can be found here.

- Can you hear me now? 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.

- 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...

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What-?

[ It's not a full question, but the surprise is genuine. Good sir, are you aware you are blue? Which by all means isn't a trait Jon can assign to any of the creatures and beings he has encountered or heard of. But then again, the monsters he is used to... Well. In most cases they used to be human at some point. For all the paranormal research the Institute has done, one may be surprised to hear that aliens haven't really ever made it into those statements.

Even though in all honesty Jon might have greeted having a plain logical explanation such as aliens at hand in some cases. Wouldn't that be a nice change from constantly having to deal with manifestations of dread?

But hey, he's staring, isn't he? Jon blinks twice, then makes a decent effort to straighten his face. ]

Uhmm...

[ Yes, that's definitely better. ]

I mean... No.

[ We're getting there. Just give his brain another moment to finish rebooting. After another moment he narrows his eyes and the barest hint of suspicion creeps into his voice. ]

Who is..... Us?

[ A reference to his most recent kidnappers? ]

[Altair is used to the stares, really. He doesn't seem bothered by it, at any rate. After all, coming from where he comes from, there are worse things humans can do than stare at him.]

Us is the rest of the people who've been taken here against their will.

[He tilts his head slightly.] There are quite a few of us. Taken by the Agrii from many different places.

[ Oh. That’s a nice change of pace. Sort of. At least he’s not the only one being kidnapped for once?

A soft click somewhere off screen announces the tape recorder being turned off and Jon nods, managing to get a bit more of a hold of himself. ]

My apologies. I didn’t mean to send out... Stray messages. The phones I’m used to don’t exactly do that.

[ A short pause. ]

I’m Jonathan Sims. Jon... will suffice.

No need to apologize. There are people here from different times and different dimensions- the occasional accidental message is to be expected.

[He gives a slight bow of his head when the man introduces himself.] Altair Kallig. You can decide yourself if you wish to refer to me by my first or last name.

...different times and different dimensions. I wish I could be surprised by that concept.

[ He comments almost flatly and it's really more of a commentary to himself than a real reply. ]

Mister Kallig, then... I assume there isn't really a way out of this place. Back to whatever time or dimensions we were taken from.

Spoken like a man used to insanity.

[Altair is, too.]

If you're going to be that polite, I'd much prefer "Lord". [Given that he is one. It does sound sort of like a joke though, but just barely.]

And no, none that we've been able to find yet. Some people disappear from time to time, but... We do not know if they are returned home, or if it's something else.

Very well, Lord Kallig.

[ Not much of a problem for him. Even though the request is met with a grain of sarcasm. ]

You are not wrong, however. Insanity, monsters, fears... I research and record incidents revolving around such matters. Getting used to them is part of the job.

[ As is getting kidnapped every now and then. And turning into a monster, but... That's not something that necessarily needs to be shared. ]

And you may want to hope they either went home or died. Being trapped in some maddening pocket dimension without being permitted to die is allegedly the least preferable option.

I was joking. I am a Lord. But not here- merely "Kallig" will do just fine.

[He doesn't really care so much any more.

Being Sith is something no one can take from him, regardless. But he's not the type to demand respect or the use of his proper title- not here. Here, he needs to earn it.]

If they're dead, then so are the Agrii once I get my hands on them.

[There's a crackle of electricity that runs along his hands, up his arms, briefly interfering with his comm's video feed briefly flickering, as Altair's mood darkens. But, he's hoping his friends are just at home.]

[ Jon raises a brow at the display of crackling energy, mentally looking for the right category of just where to potentially place this man within his means of understanding. And of course he will keep to address him as Lord Kallig. Such is the way of the Archivist. ]

Lovely. Yet understandable.

[ For a moment he contemplates how to phrase his next inquiry. ]

Out of curiosity... Would it be very intrusive of me to ask what you are?

Kidnapping people to be their heroes and then possibly murdering them is unforgivable. Should they be suffering or should they have been killed, it's only right that I get my revenge.

[He already has little patience for the Agrii, beyond finding their gifts useful when they manage to get them right. Still, he is playing the hero. Just not for the Agrii's sake.

Jon's question makes him tilt his head.]

My profession or my species? [Judging by his slight smile, he knows exactly what he meant.]

My people are called the Chiss. I don't know much about my kin, admittedly, given that I was not raised among them.

It may not be much, but that is still far more than I do. I have never heard of these Chiss - Or of the existence of blue-skinned humanoids. Though I am aware that certain... Communities would be elated by such discoveries.

At least where I come from. And I doubt you consider Earth your home.

[ And he's definitely not going to argue on that revenge part. He may not be a fan of it, but getting in the way of a vengeful creature capable of shooting electricity from their hands? Not going to happen any time soon. ]

I suppose aliens must be unheard of or uncommon where you are from. Where I'm from, there are many different species calling different planets home- of course, humans are more common than any alien species.

[There may be a lot of aliens, but there are definitely more humans. In the Empire, especially, given that aliens are barely seen as people and are usually slaves. He's managed to claw his way out from that, but it's still many people's fate.

Nothing he needs to get into now, at any rate.]

You are correct though- I have heard of earth by now, but either it does not exist where I am from, or we simply haven't come into contact with it.

Not unheard of, just... Unconfirmed.

[ Though given his own place of work Jon can't exactly claim he can say this with any certainty. There might be a similar institution dealing with extraterrestrial encounters the same way that the Magnus Institute takes care of the supernatural. And seeing how only a few years ago he still tried to rationalize away most of the statements he came to deal with... He really wouldn't be surprised anymore. ]

Although if you have not yet made contact, allow me to advice against it.

[He tilts his head.]

Why? If it's a planet full of humans, chances are, it'll be fine coming into contact with either my Empire or the Republic.

[Besides thinking it insignificant due to its location, that is.]

[ Jon kind of wants to laugh at this, but... Laughing. Yeah. He settles with a short, humorless snort and shakes his head. ]

Oh, it will be fine. They will be fine. After all the irrational panic and fear and excitement and suicides and causing the internet to crash... They will be fine.

[ There is a pause here. One filled with a certain dread. ]

You may be familiar with a different type of human, Lord Kallig. Not those dwelling on Earth. Those humans are creatures of fear, so prone to self-destruction. We can barely handle what's on our planet already.

I find that people usually are, regardless of their origin.

[People fear or hate what is different. He understands that, even if he doesn't approve of it.]

Though considering it's not a planet we're familiar with already, it will be some time until we come into contact- if at all. There is after all no guarantee it exists in my world.

[He smiles slightly. It is entirely without mirth.] Believe me when I say an alien knows a thing or two about humans and their lack of rationality, though.

I can only speak for humans.

[ And to some degree, monsters. ]

And for all it is worth I can assure you our irrationality is not entirely unfounded. And yet I wonder... Should we not be the aliens to you?

Planets with a majority of non-humans tend to see humans as aliens. I was raised in an environment where humans were the norm. It makes it easier to think of myself as an alien.

[Along with getting being an alien thrown in his face a lot. His expression alone probably conveys how many humans feel about his kind.]

You might want to get in contact with a counselor about that self-perception of yours.

[ Because that's... Messed up.

And yes, he's one to talk. ]

Can't say the Sith are big on therapy. Besides, I'm perfectly happy being an alien, an outsider, regardless of what I do.

I've seen the damage privilege can cause- and there is merit in being underestimated, as well.

Really.

[ Not that he can disagree with all of this. Or wants to, really. In the end it's not his decision, regardless what he thinks.

But something else... ]

Wasn't it Chiss just a moment before?

Sith is a lifestyle, not a- Well, there is a species, too.

My species is Chiss, my profession is Sith. Though aliens being allowed into the Sith Academy is something of a new development. Aliens surviving being put through the Academy, too.

[He survived on luck and cleverness.]

Is it?

[ Okay, this draws some curiosity. Not that it is obvious. But... There may be a story hidden here. So eventually Jon may feel inclined to try and hear it. ]

I assume this makes you a bit of an exception from the rule - And makes this Academy sound quite dreadful.

I survived, yes. Much to the chagrin of many. Of course, even humans and pureblooded Sith from high standings have to go through this- only the strongest survive.

[Altair doesn't necessarily agree with all of this- after all, there is better use for their failed acolytes than murdering them outright. Still, he went through it and his apprentice went through it and it's tradition and all that.]

Mine is a bit of a success story given that I clawed myself up from unwanted alien acolyte to Dark Councilor- the highest position it is possible to be in the Sith Empire, besides Emperor.

[There's a tone to his voice that suggests exactly what Altair thinks of the Emperor, and it isn't a high opinion.]

[ To be fair, the term Empire alone already raises questions and puts up expectations on the negative spectrum much rather than anything else.

So yes. There is the soft clicking noise again, announcing the return of that cassette recorder to anyone bothering to pay it any mind. ]

Dark Councilor? Is there a light one as well?

Though I much rather am wondering why anyone would even seek to willingly attend that Academy you speak of. What exactly does it teach that makes the risk of your own life this acceptable?

[ Okay, this is a question. Though Jon isn’t trying to compel the Chiss or press too much for an answer. ]

Spring Test Drive Meme!

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