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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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To his credit, Cal stands his ground. He lowers his hands though, easing his stance.

"All right, if that's what you want. Just want to let you know, these ships won't be able to take us anywhere outside of the planet, and if memory serves me right, the only place we can actually fly to if we have the designated instructions to be able to fly it in the first place, is to the other city on this world, which is even less populated than here."

He takes a step to the side to let the little Mandalorian have room to leave, folding his arms. Not that he feels Boba will trust him, but that's fine. Cal knows how it is to be paranoid of everyone, and frankly, he doesn't trust this kid not to pull anything even if he has the room to pass. Boba's got his full attention and the young Jedi's ready to move in a heartbeat if he has to.

The Jedi's words bring with them a sinking feeling in Boba's stomach. If none of these ships can fly off-planet, then he truly is stuck here. He wants to believe that it's all a lie—that this is some Jedi trick to keep Boba from escaping—but he knows deep down that that's unlikely. After all, if the ships were space-worthy, why would the Jedi even still be here on this dead planet? Why would anyone?

Boba stands unmoving in the narrow corridor, hands curled into fists at his side. This isn't fair. He'd come so close, survived so much. He'd found Jabba, killed Libkath, did everything his father asked of him. And now it's all just going to end here because some stupid dead civilization had trapped him on their stupid dead world. He feels a sudden flare of hatred for them, this doomed people he's never met.

After a long moment, he speaks. "The ones who brought us here—the Agrii—can they send us back?"

His voice is stiff and tightly controlled, trying not to let the anger or despair he feels shine through. Though, maybe the Jedi can feel them anyway.

It's unsettling, the negativity he senses from the young Mando. It broadcasts through the Force all too easily despite Cal's not being able to see Boba's face or hear it in his voice. Understandable to a degree, that hate. Boba's far from the only one who's been upset about being brought here without warning and against his will. It's a dangerous sentiment though.

"They tried to before. Was a long time ago, I think. We helped them and they were willing to try sending us home. Something else happened though. Someone else wants us to stick around and took that means away."

He doesn't want to tell this kid it's hopeless, and while it isn't, it's just as out of their control as coming here has been.

"People still appear here, and sometimes they get sent back. The Agrii don't know why or how on the latter. I just came back myself, actually. It's kind of disorienting."

Boba listens, feeling more and more discouraged with every word. They'd tried to leave the planet—and failed. Maybe they can get sent back, but it's not their choice when. And even if they do, they might still end up here again later. All of their fates are completely out of their hands.

Boba shakes his head. "I need to get back now. I've already been here too long and if I wait any longer—"

Then Jabba will think he'd failed. For all Boba knows, he already does. What if Durge had already turned in the job in his place? If he does, Boba will be left with less than nothing. No credits, no weapons, no ship—and a whole host of torments waiting for him if he ever crosses Jabba's path again.

He gives a fierce shake of his head. He can't allow any of that to happen. Perhaps it's already too late—but perhaps it's not. The only way to find out is to get off this stars-forsaken planet and find out for himself.

"What's stopping these ships from leaving this planet?" Boba demands. "Were they sabotaged?"

It's more than understandable, those sorts of concerns. "You're far from the only one to be anxious about getting back. I'll tell you now though, people don't even notice we're gone. -which is hard to believe, I know."

Cal slips a hand from his folded-arm stance to gesture vaguely. "The way it works, when we get sent back, it's like we'd never left. And assuming you're actually left alone to resume things, you don't really remember being here." He frowns a little. "It was like that for me, and I only started to remember that I'd even been here before once I found myself here again."

He lets his shoulders fall in a silent sigh, shaking his head then.

"Not sabotaged. It's either hardwired into them or there's some kind of master control that we don't have access to. They'll only go elsewhere if we're needed to go elsewhere."

It's indeed hard to believe—if anything, it sounds exactly like the type of lie someone would tell to cajole him into calming down.

"That doesn't make sense," Boba says tersely. "How can time pass on one planet and not another?"

He wants to believe it, though. He wants to believe that at any moment, he could blink back to Tatooine with no time lost at all, without even a memory of this place to distract him from his course. Maybe that's why he mistrusts it so much; it's just too good to be true.

Right now, he'll focus on what he knows to be real: the ships.

"So they could fly wherever we wanted them to if we had access to who or whatever was controlling them."

Sounds like a target if there ever was one.

"It's not even just a matter of different planets. Yeah, it makes no sense, maybe it's too convenient, but all things considered, I'm not going to complain when I was able to resume my own mission. Not that I remembered I took a several year detour," Cal mutters.

It's still weird arriving at 19, leaving at 22 and dropping back in, 19 again with a few years extra memories cramming into your head.

But back to ships.

"Yeah, but even then, these aren't outfitted to fly nearly as capably as the starships we're used to. No lightspeed capabilities- boosting the speed on these shuttles is one of the first things I did once we found we had the parts for it, but even then there's still no comparison. Most of the travel beyond this world when we do go anywhere is handled through some kind of portals that the Agrii can open from their ship. Cuts a lot of travel time."

No lightspeed capabilities. For a few moments, Boba is shocked silent by the revelation. If the Jedi is right, that means Tatooine could be just one star over and there'd still be no way he could reach it in time. Boba might be clever and he might be good in a fight, but he can't build a hyperspace drive from scratch. For the first time in a long time, he's run up against an obstacle that he can't overcome, and that means it's over. Either he's stuck here forever or he gets sent back to Tatooine having lost everything—

—unless the Jedi was telling the truth earlier. Unless, by some miracle, he can return without having lost any time at all. It still sounds impossible, of course. But it should've been impossible for him to show up here in the first place, shouldn't it? Why not believe in another impossibility on top of it?

Because the Jedi has reason to lie. Because you have reason to want to believe him.

Lie or not: his fate for the time being is entirely out of his hands.

"What am I supposed to do, then?" Boba mutters. It sounds more like he's talking to himself than the Jedi. "Just wait?"

There really isn't any point in lying about anything here. Cal knows he can't make the little Mandalorian trust him though, even if he has no idea what this one's quarrel might be with Jedi. But it's obvious enough that there's something.

It's a lot to process though, and he's hardly going to blame the kid for having a hard time swallowing it down, much less not knowing what to do with himself. Cal'd been through the same, but all he could figure was to throw himself into things. It kept him busy at least.

"You could, but that'd get boring. There's always things to be done around the city and people open to assistance with tasks. It's something anyway," Cal says with a faint if lopsided smile. "Either way, I won't tell you what to do."

It's not the first time Boba has had his whole world swept out from underneath his feet. Honestly, he wishes it wouldn't happen so often. But before, he'd had instructions; he'd had drive. Now, whatever he does, the truth is that he'll simply be waiting...

...and surviving, he supposes. Maybe the Jedi is telling the truth and maybe he's not, but Boba won't get to find out unless he lives to see it. That will have to be his motivation for now, even if it's vague. Even if it is, technically, still waiting.

He supposes there is one silver lining to all of them being stuck on this planet: this Jedi and any others here won't be able to try and hand him over to the Republic. He still doesn't trust this Jedi, but at least it means he might not be an immediate threat.

"How many others are stuck here?" Boba asks. "And how are they surviving?"

"Last I checked, less than fifty," the Jedi replies after thinking a moment. "If you're looking for accurate numbers you can always check the directory on the tablet you got. At least, I'm assuming you got one."

He turns to walk back along the corridor. It's clear the kid's not going to trust him any time soon, for whatever reasons that may be, but at least Cal can make it clear he's not intending to box him in as he heads back for the main hatch. Hanging off the straps of the Jedi's harness, the little BD droid turns his boxy head to look back at Boba.

"We've got electricity and water, there's a greenhouse and now and then people hunt. There's plenty of places to choose to stay in if the hotel's not to one's standards. The ships are an option too, and they have...well, sustenance. Not sure even I'd call flavored gels food, but I guess they still taste better than ration bars. All that aside, we all help each other out with things. Repairs, making or gathering things for food... protecting each other against hostiles or when the storms come."

Boba hangs back for a moment as the Jedi moves away, shifting uncertainly from foot to foot. He's been on his own for so long now that the thought of sticking with others for survival feels almost alien—especially when one of them is a Jedi. Still, this isn't like all those other times when staying on his own had been an asset. They're already trapped here. There's no one to escape.

Another beat and Boba finally starts moving, following after the Jedi—and the funny-looking droid on his back.

"What kind of hostiles?" he asks. "And how often do they attack?"

That's a good question, really. Cal frowns a little to himself as he thinks.

"...not too often, and the circumstances change. Sometimes it's wildlife we weren't aware of, or things just...appear." He glances over his shoulder. "Yeah, I know how that one sounds, but not too long ago we had several giant creatures attacking the city and still have no idea where they came from."

Looking frontwards again, he shakes his head. "Other times...we're pit against ourselves. Strange things happen and it's hard to gauge whether we'll be able to keep our heads or not."

Boba follows along, listening intently. He's no stranger to peril or having to fight for his life, but there's something that unsettles even him about the dangers the Jedi describes. Nobody even knows where they come from, for one thing, though Boba already has his suspicions.

"Is it possible the Agrii send them?" Boba asks. He can't think of why they'd do such a thing, but so far, they sound like the only ones with the means of transporting lifeforms in and out of this world. "Maybe they pull in the wrong beings, sometimes..."

"Wouldn't be by the Agrii. But they don't really have much control over what's pulling us in, so I can't say it's not impossible. And sometimes whatever definition of heroes they tried applying in their search for people to help them kind of misses a lot of other things."

It feels like forever ago but he still remembers the whole fiasco regarding someone who really had it out for Tony, and what a problem it was trying to figure out what to do with them after.

"I don't think the creatures that appeared recently were their doing, but I don't really know how to explain their appearance either." Not much of a helpful answer, he knows, but Cal knows he's not the only one who has no idea what to think of where those things had come from.

"It's gotta be the Agrii," Boba grumbles, not happy with having his idea brushed off, especially when the Jedi doesn't have a better one. The only way the creatures could have come here otherwise is if someone or something else has control over what's brought in. So far, Boba hasn't heard of anyone else with such power.

"Where are you going, anyway?"

'You,' not 'we.' As far as Boba is concerned, he's not with the Jedi. They just happen to be walking in the same direction.

Not that Cal had any intentions of having the Mandalorian tagging along, but he won't chase him off either.

"Why, you need directions anywhere?" he asks with just a slightly lopsided smile. "I was going to do a basic maintenance check of the ship- like I was meaning to do before I found you." Before he sensed an unknown person aboard, he means.

"But it can wait if you needed help with anything."

"I don't need help," Boba says immediately. A combination of his father's lessons and his own experiences have drilled it into Boba that offers of help are usually either traps or demands in disguise, never mind that the one offering is a Jedi.

"Just tell me where the other people here are living and I can take it from there."

"Okay, okay," Cal almost laughs, raising his hands. "Just figured I'd offer." He shrugs, stepping down the ramp off the ship.

"You're pretty much free to pick any place that hasn't already been moved into by someone. There's a hotel south of this hangar, around the city square where you should've first arrived- most of the rooms are fixed up and open for anyone to stay in, for as brief or as long as you want."

He tugs out his tablet from his belt pouch, giving it a slight wave. "If you got one of these, you can find a map of the city. Should be up to date for the most part."

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