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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Spring in Temba and Sh'Ka

Unlike last year, spring doesn't leave the He-Rows dealing with piles of pink glitter. The vast amounts of snow are still present to some degree here and there where the snow has been piled up especially high after the recent blizzard. But life has been returning to both cities with grass and flowers growing more vigorously in Temba while in Sh'Ka the especially tall trees are sprouting their leaves.

The native animals of both cities become more active again as well and especially the birbs residing around Temba's beach produce a noise that can be picked up even in certain parts of the city. Would it be wise to disturb them?

And while the weather has clearly turned warmer and the sun shows notably more presence, spring remains comparably wet. Strong showers of sudden rain are very likely to surprise an exploring He Row when they least expect them.

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 and power has been restored to be reliable. 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 proven to be home to verious harmful creatures; 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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Boba Fett | Star Wars Legends

[myownprice]

i. arrival

[ The last thing Boba Fett remembers, he was trying to outrun an explosion currently in the process of consuming the burnt-out hull of a grounded ship. As such, he feels rather lucky to be waking up at all. If he'd been knocked out under such circumstances and on Tatooine of all places, there's a lot besides the explosion that could've killed him in the aftermath. For example, the bounty hunter who had caused said explosion. Fortunately, Durge doesn't seem to be here...

Wherever here is.

He's definitely not on Tatooine anymore. There's snow, for one thing, a virtually impossible sight on the desert planet. How had he gotten here? And more importantly, how will he get back? He feels a cold sense of dread prickling in his throat. Jabba is waiting for him. Jabba is waiting for him and he'd—wait. Where's the hat? Boba looks around, brow furrowed under the visor of his father's helmet. He knows he'd had it. He'd snatched it from Libkath just before the loathsome slaver had been engulfed by the explosion—and he needs it to prove to Jabba that the Neimoidian really is dead.

He scrambles to his feet, eyes casting about—and that's when he sees it. Not the hat, but a softly glowing orb of light just a few meters away. Calling. Beckoning...

Unthinking, Boba moves closer, hand extended—and then, just as thoughtlessly, makes contact.

A moment later and he rips his hand away, eyes wide. ]

No. [ The single syllable comes out incredulous and angry, and he stares at the orb like he's talking to it. ] You can't—I won't work for you! Send me back!

[ Nothing to see here. Just a short-statured figure wearing a blue cadet's uniform and a silver Mandalorian battle helmet yelling at the Data Point, his voice very clearly that of a child. ]

ii. hangar

Of course, while exploring the city (and doing his best to stay out of sight), the location that catches Boba's interest the most is the hangar. In fact, he's completely mesmerized by it. It's full of ships he's never seen before, which would be exciting all on its own but most importantly—one of these ships might be his way back to Tatooine.

Which is why one might find him surreptitiously poking at consoles and entry points, trying to figure out what he might need to get inside. Or, perhaps, he's already found a ship that's opened its doors to him and is now in the cockpit, preparing for take off. Someone might want to stop him before he breaks something, or worse—succeeds.

iii. wildcard

{ Boba will be out exploring Temba and generally seeming very suspicious as he attempts to avoid detection by any other characters, so feel free to have yours encounter him anywhere within the city! }

Arrival

[crystalmaster]

[Radley hears the yelling and goes over in sympathy.]

Yeah, it's a mess. We're all stuck here working for them. Hi, I'm Radley.

((OOC: Hello! :) We have an Omega here. Since she is also a Jango clone, could/should Radley recognize that Boba's voice is similar? I wasn't sure since this Boba is not from the timeline with the TV shows.))

[myownprice]

{ OOC: Sure, go ahead! }

[ At the sound of another's voice, Boba immediately turns, suspicion drawn in every line of his stance. This must be someone else brought here by the Agrii's technology, but Boba has been the target of enough deception in his time not to default to solidarity or trust. Not until he knows more. ]

Who's "we?"

[crystalmaster]

All of us who've been brought here. We're a small group, but they've been pulling in more and more people lately.

[Radley is definitely wondering who this is, especially with a voice that sounds similar to Omega.]

ii know what this can't go wrong

[out_of_order]

Even after basically being sling-shotted back and forth just recently from this place, Cal's still managed to settle back into routine, and ship maintenance has been a habit that's helped fill his time when meditation doesn't do it for him. He'd like to think he's gotten a lot better at the latter at least. Goes to show you sometimes you just need a bit of a beatdown before you can really get your head in the game, he supposes.

He can sense that they're not alone even before BD-1 confirms as much as they approach the ship. Well, the open hatch is a big giveaway too. Not that that in itself is unusual, after all, he's not the only one assigned to it. But he doesn't recognize this presence, not really. There's an underlying anxiety there that he's not so sure he trusts, and when the Jedi catches sight of power flickering, he's quick to sprint up the ramp.

"We thinking of taking this out for a joy ride?" He keeps his tone light as he steps toward the cockpit. "Not that I have a problem with it, but you should probably go through the standard protocols aaand....you are new here," he realizes.

adds a second tally to "times boba has immediately attacked one of aya's characters on a TDM''

[myownprice]

Boba hears the footsteps rapidly approaching, but unfortunately, the cockpit leaves no room to hide or flee. He turns, ready to defend himself—but the figure who appears in the hallway doesn't look prepared for a fight. He has no blaster leveled at Boba and his voice is surprised rather than angry. He must have been expecting someone else.

Boba isn't about to wait for the man to figure it out. Instead, he charges at him, aiming to bowl him over or at least push him back so he can slip past him to the exit hatch.

The man may be a good deal taller than Boba—but Boba has a running start.

pffffff i knew I should've brought Omega

[out_of_order]

Not looking prepared doesn't mean Cal can't be prepared. Although seeing the helmet does give the young Jedi pause, reflex kicks in as he suddenly senses the surprise from the other.

On his back, his little droid buddy squeals, startled as Cal suddenly jumps back to avoid the charging Mandalorian. Cal's hand snap up as though to counter, which might be odd when he's just moved out of range. Still, Boba would feel it- an invisible force (hah) attempting to knock him back.

lol he'd be too confused to try anything with her

[myownprice]

Honestly, Boba feels relieved when the man jumps away. Maybe he'll manage to make it to the exit without a fight. But then the man lifts his hand, almost as if he's about to shout for Boba to stop—and something knocks Boba onto his backside, as if an invisible figure has met his charge head on. Wind knocked out of him, Boba sits stunned on the floor for a moment, trying to figure out what exactly had just happened. The man had lifted his hand and then—

His eyes widen. Did he break into a Jedi's ship?

The surprise from earlier turns quickly to fear—and anger. Boba scrambles back to his feet, eyes casting about for something, anything to use as weapon. Hopefully there's nothing on the ship that isn't either welded or bolted down—Boba can be very, very resourceful when cornered.

xD

[out_of_order]

Cal grimaces at that. Good going, he tells himself, at least having the sense to relax his hands, hoping it reads as more an attempt to placate than to do anything further. So long as this kid isn't intent on attack him.

"Easy," he says, glad that there really isn't much that's not very much attached to the ship in this area. "You made a move against me first, okay? Calm down and let's talk this out."

The anger is...well, he's not quite sure what to do with that. Mandalorians aren't exactly people he's had extensive experience with. The one he'd met had been pretty chill, but then he'd also been caring for a Force-wielding child. Really, it's a mixed bag as to what this little Mando's opinion might be when it comes to Jedi, although Cal's pretty sure that part of the anger is due to that realization. Boba can see it now that Cal's in plain sight, the strangely long hilt of a lightsaber hanging at his hip and slightly behind him.

BD-1 pokes his head over the Jedi's shoulder, beeping almost chidingly.

[myownprice]

"Just get out of my way," Boba growls, trying to sound older than he actually is. His helmet adds a harsh, static modulation to his voice, but even that's not enough to completely hide his youth. He steps forward, testing the Jedi's reaction. "We don't have anything to talk about."

iii WILDCAHRD Lesgo

[only_an_echo]

The flutter of wings and tufts of fur obscure Echo's vision for a few seconds, purrs filling his ears before he reached up to remove Dart, the mothkitten who decided to tag along with him on the day's surveillance of the area. Carefully perched on a higher point above ground level, he scanned for anything out of the ordinary, breathing a slight sigh as he spoke toward the device he had in hand.

"Nothing's changed for the most part," he reported to Omega on the other end as he held a content Dart under his scomp arm. Which was obviously routine by now, and it wasn't the best but he had to work with it. "I'll do one last sweep around this sector before heading back in...hold on."

That shadow over there was moving fairly quickly, and it was suspicious enough for him to check out. "-Negative. Stay where you are. I'll contact you after I look into this." Ending the call, he slipped the device back into its pouch, freeing the mothkitten to climb down and find out who was sneaking about the grounds. His tracking methods weren't as finessed as Hunter's, but he still made do, turning another corner before he had a better view of the figure who did his best to stay out of sight.

There was no weapon drawn, but slight irritation found its way into Echo's gruff voice. "Alright, what's going on here?"

[myownprice]

The shadow in question would probably be more shadowy if he removed the reflective silver helmet from off his head, but given it's the only armor Boba has, that's not happening anytime soon. He's skirting around the edge of the university when he's spotted, sticking to the side that's shaded from the sun. Already, he's taken a disappointing look into the "library"—there aren't even any books in there, but Boba figures that makes sense. Of course anything of value would have already been picked clean. Perhaps it was a stupid risk coming here. The streets are so open; anyone with a higher vantage point would have a chance of spotting him—

The gruff voice behind him confirms his fears. Immediately, Boba whirls around to face its source. There at the corner of the building stands a misshapen figure, covered head-to-toe in dark, familiar armor. It almost reminds Boba of the kind the clonetroopers wear, but heavily modified. Is he a clonetrooper? Maybe some kind of commando? Boba has already encountered a Jedi here. It wouldn't be beyond belief.

For a moment, Boba just stands there, saying nothing as he stares back at the figure. Then, that silvery helmet tilts slightly to the side, assessing. The commando doesn't have his weapon drawn. He's also a good distance away and, apparently, missing body parts.

As far as odds go, Boba thinks, his aren't bad. He spends only a brief moment thinking it over. Then, without so much as a word, he turns on his heel and sprints in the other direction.

If the commando wants answers from Boba, he'll have to catch him first.

[only_an_echo]

So it isn't just his imagination. Now that Echo is closer, the stranger is smaller than originally assumed. And the helmet is recognizable to the point where he's second-guessing its color scheme and T-shaped visor.

He knows exactly what he's looking at. He knows that helmet. Why does he suddenly think otherwise?

Spending a few seconds to suss that all out costs him when Boba makes a run for it. "-Hey!" Switching gears to pursue comes naturally for him, metal legs whirring under the layers of cloth and armor as his boots dig shallow grooves into loose dirt, sprinting after him like he means business.

[myownprice]

Missing body parts or not, the commando chasing him is fast. Boba can hear the whir of mechanical legs getting closer, rapid, heavy footfalls seeming to match the pounding of his own heart. Okay. He needs to rely on agility rather than just speed. The space is still too open, with none of the narrow, twisting alleys of Mos Eisley that had made it so easy for Boba to disappear when he needed to. Now, he turns down a broad lane dividing two buildings, eyes darting around for some kind of hiding place or exit route—and spots some kind of fire escape clinging to one of the walls, the bottom rung of the access ladder hanging high over the sidewalk—but perhaps not too high.

There's no time to consider other options. Boba zeroes in on that bottom rung, counts his steps—and then takes a flying leap, hands outstretched—

Rusted metal bites into his palms, and his fingers curl instinctively around it. With a grunt, he begins to haul himself up, not daring to turn his head to see how close his pursuer might be behind him. If the commando is fast, he'll catch Boba still pulling himself up, legs in easy reach. If not? He'll catch Boba standing on the bottom level of the fire escape—busily retracting the ladder behind him.

[only_an_echo]

The kid's good. Still needs some finessing, Echo thinks, but he can see there's quick thought put into the next few moves. Even with the risks, the former ARC Trooper doesn't seem too surprised that Boba makes the jump for the last run, speeding up to close the gap before he pulls himself up.

His other advantage? He's taller. Not that tall, but he still has reach. His own jump is just as calculated, arm and hand outstretched to grab onto one of Boba's legs. It's not a clean grab, fingers hooking onto his boot briefly, falling away quickly as he loses his grip.

His own boots land with a heavy thud against the ground, crouched as he silently watches the boy pull up the ladder. He then rises, slipping off to the side of the building to possibly look for another way up.

ii

[quark_assassin]

The ship that Boba's found is not one that opens for him; the Palm Cottage hatch remains firmly sealed in spite of his efforts. It would open for Dustin, though, which is why he's deliberately hanging back behind a different ship nearby to spy on the little helmeted stranger while he pokes around. An annoying diversion to his routine, for sure - all Dustin had wanted to do was start some laundry and take a shower, but now he's got to worry about some new kid sneaking on board and rifling through his stuff instead. Irritating.

Dustin takes a few seconds to do some research before he reveals himself. This primarily involves grabbing his communicator (a recent change - Dustin has started to realize that the benefits of keeping his on-hand outweigh the potential risk of having his location tracked) and skimming through the 'Dictionary' to locate new Agrii recruits. Boba's picture and name stand out to him instantly.

At least they're in the same boat as the rest of us, Dustin decides with a quiet sigh, stuffing his tablet back in his satchel with the bundle of clothes and sheets bulging its seams. That makes him enough of a known variable to confront.

Steeling his nerves and rolling back his shoulders, Dustin breaks his cover and strides out into the open, deliberately stopping just shy of the boundary where he knows the Palm Cottage will detect a crewmember and start opening doors. The teenager is hardly an imposing figure - short, slight, a bit mangy-looking under too many layers of old sweaters and a well-loved coat - but that doesn't stop him from wearing an expression of annoyance and contempt.

"It's not yours," he informs Boba blithely. "They don't allow access to people that aren't on the roster."

[myownprice]

If Boba wasn't so preoccupied with the door, maybe he would've noticed that someone is sneaking up behind him. As it stands, he starts at the sound of a stranger's voice and whirls around, eyes wide. The figure who stands a few meters away isn't that much bigger than him—though, he's standing far enough away that he doesn't seem to be looking for a fight, anyway.

...Maybe Boba can work with that. He forces the fists by his sides to uncurl and speaks as evenly as he can.

"Is it yours? If you can fly it, I'd pay well for you to get me off this planet."

[quark_assassin]

Dustin starts right back at him, flinching away slightly with a sudden narrowing of his eyes. He's too busy trying to assess if he's about to be attacked to notice the parallels between this newcomer's reaction to him and...well, Dustin on any day of the week, really. The only difference is that he's doing to sneaking up this time around.

Even the answer feels familiar, in a way that gets Dustin to huff a humorless laugh at him, but not familiar enough to get him to relax at all. His posture remains guarded and tense; no one can be truly underestimated here, not even an apparent child.

"Let's pretend like that's possible for a moment," he says, arcing a heavy eyebrow. "The fuck would you even pay me with?"

[myownprice]

"Credits," Boba answers coolly, undaunted by the stranger's contemptuous tone. "I just completed a job for Jabba the Hutt before I showed up here. If you helped me return, I'd give you a cut."

It's not about the credits for him anyway. It's about demonstrating that he's capable, that Jabba should take him seriously—and, of course, avoiding the crime lord's wrath should he fail.

"Can you fly it or not?"

[quark_assassin]

Well he can't fault the kid for getting to the point, even if his presumptions are a bit misplaced. Dustin's other eyebrow lifts to meet the first one and his posture relaxes slightly.

"...Technically yes," he admits. "So could you, in theory, if you want to give the Agrii another chance to rewire your brain to do it. But that's not gonna help you get back - these aren't transuniversal."

There's only a brief pause, then Dustin cuts back in to amend himself.

"--Well, maybe they are, but the functionality is conveniently locked," he sneers, making a set of air quotes with his hands for appropriate emphasis. "Even with Piloting. A bunch of glorified shuttles, basically, unless the Agrii want us to go fetch something for them off-world."

I - Here as promised, have a chaos gremlin

[doubled_speed]

[Nothing like anguished shouting to bring an attentive dude out of his diner. A new arrival if he had to guess, and so when he came out it was with a tray perched on one hand, with a bowl of soup and a hot mug of tea. You know, just in case.

What he wasn't expecting to see as he crossed the plaza toward the fountain was a kid. With...]

Well fuck, it's a baby Mando. You okay?

excellent \o/

[myownprice]

[ Boba whirls around at the sound of someone else's voice, hands curled into fists at his sides. The man recognizes him as a Mandalorian and, if Boba's recent experiences on Tatooine have taught him anything, it's that that's not always a good thing. Yet, the man behind him has no weapon in his hands—instead, he holds a tray of food, still steaming in the cool air. ]

Who are you? [ Boba demands. ] Are you one of the Agrii? You need to send me back!

[ He's not even going to acknowledge the food. It's been days since he last had a proper meal but he's far too agitated to even think about eating right now. ]

I'm expected by Jabba the Hutt, [ he says, saying the name very clearly so the man understands the gravity of the situation. ] He'll be displeased with anyone who delays me.

[ It's a threat and, probably, a lie. If Jabba is displeased with anyone, it will be with Boba himself—and that's a very dangerous situation to find oneself in. ]

[doubled_speed]

[One of the Agrii? Tommy looks literally offended by that.]

Agrii are, like, seven feet tall, have four arms, three eyes, and pink skin. Definitely just human. And I've got no idea what Pizza Hut has to do with anything.

[Tommy's not afraid of a pizza place being upset at him.]

[myownprice]

[ Exasperated: ] I said Jabba.

[ It doesn't matter. The man clearly hasn't heard of him. ]

Where are the Agrii now? Can you take me to them?

[ If this stranger can't send him back, maybe he can at least bring him to people who can. ]

[doubled_speed]

Nope. They don't stay on the planet. They can't. The storms kill them.

[Sorry kid, you're sort of stuck here.]

Really sucks to be here, I get it.