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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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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.

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.

There's a moment when Boba feels the trooper's hand close around his leg that he thinks he's done for—though, of course, this doesn't stop him from clinging all the tighter to the bottom rung of the ladder or aiming a kick for the trooper's head with his free foot. Fortunately, it doesn't last. The grip on him falls away, leaving Boba free to scramble the rest of the way onto the platform and pull the ladder up behind him.

Once he has the ladder safely out of reach, Boba takes the opportunity to look down at his pursuer. The commando—or whatever he is—doesn't look much like the clones Boba has seen before, even leaving aside the armor. He has a leaner look about him—maybe he's been here too long—and there are a lot more cybernetic parts to him than Boba had initially realized.

What does he want, though? He'd sounded angry when he'd seen Boba and maybe that makes sense; dump a bunch of strangers on a planet together and factions and gangs are bound to form. Maybe Boba is trespassing.

'Not my fault', he thinks unhappily to himself. 'I don't want to be here either!'

For now, the trooper turns and disappears around the same corner they'd come around. Probably looking for another way up, Boba thinks. Or lying in wait for Boba to decide the coast is clear and come down from his perch.

He weighs his options for a few moments. He can't outrun the trooper on open ground and he's also not sure exactly how badly the man wants to catch him. He might give up if he can't find Boba within a few minutes—or he might stay patrolling the area for hours. Boba shifts restlessly from foot to foot, thinking it through—then decides that his best bet is to get inside the building. It leaves a greater chance of getting cornered, but that likelihood is still better than the certainty he has that the trooper could run him down in the open.

And if it comes down to a waiting game, Boba figures that he has plenty more will to survive than the trooper has will to catch him. And so, he begins to climb the fire escape, looking for a way in. Fortunately, there are plenty of broken windows lining the building; it's just a matter of finding one big enough for him to fit through without injuries. It takes a few levels, but eventually, Boba finds a suitable one. He kicks in some of the lingering shards from the frame and then carefully eases himself inside. He knows he has limited time. The trooper's first thought will likely be to come in from the front entrance and try the stairs and given how fast he'd moved below, Boba only has a scant head start.

For now, he finds himself in what seems to be an office space. Moldering cubicles spread out on all sides, maze-like. Boba passes them by, looking for somewhere out of sight and preferably harder to reach—and eventually finds what he's looking for. The room is little more than a long closet, packed with dead server racks and modems that Boba has to squeeze past to reach a corner. It's a risky choice, he knows. The densely packed electronics offer plenty of cover to hide behind and impede a larger person, but if he is found, there'll be nowhere to run—though, of course, Boba is already calculating exactly how much force it would take to topple the racks onto any would-be attacker.

His patience, at the moment, is on edge. While the kick to the face shaves it down faster, he makes the effort to hold onto the patience he has left, fixing his helmet, shaking off the dull throb of pain as best as he can. He's careful in his preparation this time, with how each boot is placed, gently rocking on whatever counts as the balls of his mechanical feet, counter-balancing the curve of his spine as he stays low, barely breathing as he stays alert.

Sure, running off again is one option someone will take, but there are still other options available at their disposal. The clone's brain rifles through several possibilities, catching the brief shattering of glass when he starts to skirt around the building. So he's heading inside. Time is of the essence and Echo sprints to find the nearest entrance, working through climbing the tall steps and winding floor plans to search for the boy.

Maybe his approach should have been a little less aggressive. Less wary. Being in Temba hasn't done any favors in terms of helping him relax. Too late to start over now, he thinks, taking a moment before deciding to call out.

"...If you're still in here, I wouldn't stay hidden for too long. It becomes pointless after a while." He doesn't know where Boba is exactly, but he can at least give him a head's up in case he may be nearby. Straightening up, he keeps his arms low and open to either side of his body as he walks. "I didn't mean to alarm you. If you're willing to cooperate, I'd suggest we do this now so that we're not having this conversation later."

He should have expected being set up for a trap. Instinct tells him to stay on top of things, to seek out every corner to be sure no one's inside. Searching by the server and modem racks doesn't it make it any easier; fingers twitch slightly, but he goes closer just to be sure he isn't missing anything.

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Tucked into his corner, Boba stiffens when he hears the trooper's voice on the same floor as him. He hates dealing with clones. They're never an exact match to his father, neither in appearance nor voice—they don't have his father's scars, nor his exact cadence when they speak—but still, they're close enough disturb Boba. The fact that this one is using that voice to coax him out of hiding makes it even worse. It feels like a nightmare.

Of course, it makes perfect sense then why Boba's first instinct is to run. He wants to bolt from his hiding place for the nearest exit, wants it so much that it makes his skin crawl. Still, he doesn't move.

It's just as well. Soon, the clone is close enough that Boba couldn't make a run for it even if he intended to—and he's getting closer. Boba holds his breath as the trooper's metallic footsteps enter the closet, so close it seems like he should be able to hear Boba's pulse pounding away in the tiny space. But Boba doesn't move—not yet. Instead, he waits for the clone to step in between two of the decrepit server racks, searching for his prey in the gap—

And then Boba shoves his shoulder into the rack in front of him with all his might, sending the shelves tumbling down like dominoes. The noise of it is incredible—and so is the dust. In the chaos, Boba can't see if he's managed to knock down the clone or if he'd managed to leap out of the way. He doesn't have time to check, either. Coughing, he scrambles over the fallen racks for the exit, not daring to look back.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary to him, but the former ARC Trooper falls back onto old habits. He figures, with a sigh, that the boy has moved on already. And if he hasn't, then he should go and check the other floor before moving on completely.

That, however, doesn't happen.

The way the racks suddenly burst out toward him, much like an explosion; screeching cacophony cut short as the weight of wire and metal crash into braced arms, swiftly knocking him to the ground under clouds of dust filling the air. His own reaction is caught between a trigger of memories and trying to tread metaphorical water to keep himself from drowning in them, gasping and coughing as he struggles to breathe and untangle himself from the trap, pushing the racks off with his legs.

A glimpse of Boba climbing over the racks forces him to work faster to get back onto his feet. "Wait!" With a grimace, Echo pushes himself off of the floor, almost slipping on the wires strewn about. That doesn't stop him from breaking into another sprint after the poor boy, this time fully intending to bodily tackle him to the ground if he isn't planning on listening.

Boba had thought his trap would slow the trooper more. Maybe, he'd hoped, it would even knock him out or injure him enough that he'd have to give up the chase. Neither of those things happen. Instead, Boba has mere seconds before he hears those droid-like legs give chase once more and his heart drops as he realizes that, just like outside, he has no chance of outrunning the clone.

His father had always taught him that when you're in a bad situation that doesn't look like it's going to get any better, you run. And if running isn't an option? You fight to the last. So when Boba realizes that the clone is about to catch up to him, he doesn't keep running. Instead, he twists around at the last moment and braces for impact.

The tackle knocks Boba to the floor and his father's helmet off his head, and yet he still goes down swinging, fighting to punch, shove, or kick the trooper off him in spite of their difference in size and armor—even if all it gets him is bruised knuckles and knees. His now-exposed face is unmistakably that of a young clone, furious and scared as he still fights desperately to escape.

In his defense, Echo didn't account for the differences in height and weight between him and Boba. All he had in mind was to take him off of his feet, but when realization struck the tackle was already in full force, pinning the boy down in seconds.

The wind is knocked out of his lungs when they both slam against the ground, but his head snaps up to see the helmet fly off of the boy's head.

That helmet. The helmet.

He isn't imagining things. He's knocked down a clone.

Not just any clone - Boba Fett.

And he's fighting like a Nexu under him, breaking the mild spell of shock. Echo shakes his head, taking another few hits as he yanks Boba up with his one hand. "-Hey, hey! Stop it!" he prompts, trying and somewhat failing to sound less irritated than he already is. "I said I wasn't going to hurt you, so you better quit while you're ahead."

The words get a growl from Boba, but the fact that he's being hauled up and that his captor is speaking instead of anything worse does earn Echo a brief reprieve from the hail of child-sized kicks and punches. The fact that Boba has lost his helmet also helps, as it means he spends a moment twisting around in the clone's grasp to see where it had fallen.

It's on the floor a few feet away. The sight of it lying abandoned makes Boba's stomach lurch and provokes another few moments of futile struggling, though once it becomes clear that Echo isn't letting go, the boy stills again. He glares up at the clone, angry and mistrustful.

"What do you want?"

Echo doesn't know how many times he's seen that glare. Recognizes it. It's one that he and his clone brothers shared and expressed freely during their cadet days whenever they had a moment outside of training to do so. He's lost count at this point; what matters now is that he understands why he's getting that look. If he was in Boba's position, he wouldn't feel like trusting anyone either.

"I want to talk." His tone is steady as he situates himself so that he isn't just leaning over Boba anymore. Staying seated seems to be the way and allowing Boba to sit up with him without removing his grasp from his tunic definitely means he isn't letting go any time soon. "Concerning your current situation, I may also need to bring you up to speed. Did you touch any orbs when you first arrived here?"

The trooper had chased him down and tackled him to the floor just to talk? Boba's expression is openly skeptical. Still, so far the trooper's questions aren't anything Boba has reason to hide and so he answers:

"I touched the one that was next to me when I woke up. So I know why we're here."

It's said with a scowl. Boba isn't happy to have been kidnapped for what amounts to forced labor. Though it seems the Agrii might have a preference for bringing in those of his kind...

"How many other clones are here?" he asks. Never mind that he's the one being questioned; if he's been captured, he may as well see what information he can get himself.

So his approach is a little rough around the edges. A faint huff is heard through the filter of Echo's helmet as he tips his chin forward, the thoughtful frown almost as audible behind the worn grays and blacks. "Guess that saves us some time, then."

He interprets the scowl as frustration now that he's in a completely different setting other than what he's been used to back in their galaxy. He can also be projecting that assumption onto Boba, but he doesn't mention anything about it. Not when the boy asks a question of his own.

It's only fair, seeing how well they're getting along. Echo doesn't waste his time.

"There used to be two. And now there's three."

So two others besides Boba himself. That's... manageable. Maybe. Though, what exactly this clone wants with him still remains to be seen.

He tugs lightly against Echo's grasp, mostly just checking to see how serious the clone is about holding him here. So far? He seems pretty serious about it. Even one-handed, the trooper's grip is as hard as iron. Boba's eyes narrow, taking in the man's various cybernetic replacements from up-close now. It's not immediately relevant to the situation at hand, but Boba's curious—

"What happened to you?"

Mostly, he wants to know how much of the damage was inflicted before the clone came to this place and how much of it came after. It might give Boba a better idea of what to expect from his own time here.

Eventually Echo will let go. There's a lot to think about, a lot to say in addition to the new information Boba picked up. The next question posed, however, sets it back a little; the former ARC Trooper's jaw sets for a brief second, loosening again once he summarizes the reason for his current appearance.

"War is unpredictable. One moment I was on a mission to infiltrate and extract Republic prisoners from a high-security prison on Lola Sayu." He looks down at his scomp arm. "The next time I came back into consciousness, I was on Skako Minor being freed from imprisonment myself."

Confidentiality used to be important, but he's speaking freely. It still kind of matters, but his sense of conflict remains subtle. Taking another look at Boba, the boy's youth is sinking in. His grip then loosens slightly before slipping away completely from his tunic. Getting to his feet, Echo offers his hand. "What were you doing before you came here?"

The trooper's answer is enough for Boba to know that whatever happened to him was back in their galaxy, but not much more than that. It almost sounds like the trooper doesn't know himself. Had there been an explosion? Or had those parts of him been removed after he'd been captured? Boba frowns, troubled by the thought.

—A thought that quickly goes interrupted once the trooper lets him go. Boba freezes for a moment, primed to react to whatever happens next, but all that happens is that the trooper reaches out to help him to his feet. Boba stares at the hand for a moment—then takes it, letting himself be helped up. Once he is, he immediately grabs his father's helmet from off the ground and places it back over his head.

As for the trooper's own question...

"Running."

Boba would prefer not to give any more detail than that. He doesn't know how the trooper would react to the information that Boba had already been under the employ of Jabba the Hutt or that he had a Republic bounty on his head. Still, it's the truth. Boba has been running from someone or another ever since the death of his father; the trooper himself is just another in a long line of pursuers.

"You know who I am. Don't you?" It's asked with a certain amount of wariness. The trooper obviously knows he's a clone and he sure isn't treating him like a cadet, but Boba isn't actually sure how much any of his father's clones know of him. It's not like he'd had much interaction with them on Kamino. This fact is made obvious enough by his next question:

"Do you have a name?"

One word, and it doesn't sit well with him. Why is he on the run? Who is he running from? Where else can he run? As much as he wants to ask, he simply nods when Boba's tone signals he's not going to say anything else about it.

"I can venture a guess." Echo is used to seeing cadets. Used to seeing and being around his brothers. There aren't many who wear Jango's helmet, however, and this one is still on edge. "Boba Fett. I've heard about you." He says this with renewed patience, trying to gauge the boy's reaction now that he's masked his features again.

His posture straightens, still curving at the shoulders as he properly introduces himself. "CT-1409. I'm Echo."

It's a surprise, though a welcome one, when the trooper doesn't try to make him say more. Some of the tension goes out of Boba's shoulders as this starts to feel less and less like an interrogation.

"That's right," Boba says, watching the trooper closely as he confirms his name. He will admit, even with a Republic bounty on his head, it had never been the clonetroopers who came after him. That was probably a mercy; it had been bad enough dodging their bounty hunters without it being his father's voice pursuing him. Still, he wonders if they'd been told anything about him at all aside from the fact that he was the son of Jango Fett. That seems to be how this one identified him, at least.

"What have you heard?"

Temba levels the playing field in a strange way. While Echo can continue making it an interrogation, he doesn't want to put more stress on a kid who needs to be reassured that he's technically safe from whatever trouble he's facing back in their home galaxy.

Which is also why he's answering Boba's questions as they come up. Better to be up front about things than cryptic. "You're the first genetically-unaltered clone of Jango Fett," the clone replies almost matter-of-factly, recalling what Tech had told him and the other Bad Batchers after their first special mission with the Empire fell through. "You also vanished shortly after the beginning of the war. Any subsequent information about your whereabouts weren't as frequent."

To his knowledge, anyway - at the time, he was busy fighting that same war. It would have been impossible to follow things with all of the incoming reports and files the GAR received on a daily basis.

Vanished? Beneath the cover of his helmet, a smile tugs at Boba's lips. He'd certainly tried. Still, the smile fades quickly enough when he remembers their current circumstances.

"Well, now I'm stuck here, the same as you," he mutters. And then: "Are you going to let me go?"

The clone isn't trying to restrain him anymore, after all. Boba could simply turn and bolt. The only reason he isn't, paradoxically enough, is because Echo isn't trying to stop him.

"Yeah. We're done here." Echo turns to head back toward the exit. "I don't intend on forcing you to stay put."

While he can watch Boba, he feels like there isn't much else he can do aside from make him feel uneasy. And while he doesn't want the kid to be alone, he doesn't have to worry too much about his survival skills.

"The Town Center is good for quick access to basic amenities if you haven't found anything yet," he adds, pausing to see if Boba is following him down or if he's waiting for him to leave forever. "The hotel has plenty of rooms, and there's a diner available if you ever feel like grabbing a bite to eat." Stuff Boba already knows, but it's common practice for Echo to review everything every once in a while. "If you don't want to stay anywhere near there, there are other places around to claim."

It's a surprising turn of events. The commando had gone through all that to catch Boba... just to ask him a couple of questions and give him some advice? And Boba had barely given him any information either.

He doesn't follow as the clone moves back towards the stairwell, simply watching him go with a vague sense of puzzlement and, oddly, of guilt. If Boba had known that's all Echo wanted, he wouldn't have given him such a hard time. He watches the clone leave in silence for another beat—and then speaks up.

"I'm sorry for pushing those shelves over on you." The words come out in a quiet rush, embarrassed but sincere. "I thought you were going to..." A pause and he breaks off. His helmet cants downward as he kicks the carpeted floor at his feet. "I don't know."

He does know. He'd thought Echo would do what Durge or Aurra or the Count or Libkath had tried to do. They'd all wanted different things, but every one of their plans would've ended with Boba in a bad way. Or just dead, more often than not. The clone may unnerve him the way all clones of his father do, but Boba can still recognize that he didn't deserve to be lumped in with all those others. Boba crosses his arms.

"Like I said, I was running before I got here, so..." A shrug. "I guess I didn't think to stop."

The clone stops, shifting his weight from one metal leg to the other in order to keep himself from stepping down the first stair. Echo usually doesn't expect an apology very often, but he can tell Boba is serious about it. The tone is sincere. Concerning. He doesn't know what the kid has been through, but he clearly feels bad for accidentally scaring him the way he did. A few beats more and he fixes the angle of his head to look over a pauldroned shoulder.

"It's fine. You had the right idea, relying on your training and your instincts." Amid the softening in his tone, he sounds like he's also commending Boba on the choices he made earlier. "You don't always have a chance to think when things are happening - especially when you're on the run."

Almost like Echo is speaking from experience. Another pause lingers and he quietly sighs. "...I'm sorry I went after you like that."

"It's okay," Boba says. He's not going to say that chasing him down like that was the right idea, but... "You have your training, too."

It's something they have in common: the training to be warriors—hunters, even. As accustomed as Boba has become to running over the past months, he knows, too, the instincts that lead one to chase.

There's not really anything else to say. Boba gives Echo a little wave. "See you around."

Maybe he's not exactly looking forward to hearing his father's voice come from a stranger again—but he's not ruling out that their paths might cross again, either.

Along the same lines, Echo nods. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to contact any of us. Or look for the outpost across from the clock tower. They'll both be by the lake."

He's not the type to really coddle anyone, but he can't fully rid himself of the practice of looking out for others. Especially his brothers. Despite the complications, Boba still counts as one.

As far as he can tell, maybe their interactions will remain sporadic. Maybe they won't. Maybe the other Temba residents will fill in for him. Time will tell.

For now, he gives the boy his space. The former ARC Trooper nods again, scomp arm raising slightly while turning to traverse down the steps. And he slips off without a trace.

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