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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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They want to live on it.

[So they need help to do that. Though that response makes him sigh.]

No, it won't. And chances are most of us won't let you because at the moment we do live here. Easier to just help them and get it over with.

[ Boba says nothing to that at first, just makes a sound of frustration deep in his throat. Then he starts to pace. ]

But that's going to take forever. I need to be back on Tatooine now!

[ The anger in his voice is still clearly evident, but there's a trace of fear in his tone as well. He can't fail this mission. And if he's stuck here for too long, it won't matter if he gets sent back—he'll be as good as dead anyway. ]

There has to be a way off of here, [ he mutters, and this time it sounds more like he's talking to himself. ] There has to be.

If it helps, and I know it probably won't, you don't miss time. You go back, and it's the same as you left it. I know. I was home once, for a few days. A few years.

[Poor kid. Still, he's here to do a thing. Which means offering out the food.]

Anyway, here, Din.

[ If the words don't make much sense at all to Boba, they're also exactly what he wants to hear. He stares up at the man for a moment, caught between desperately wanting to believe that time is miraculously frozen back on Tatooine and knowing that such a thing is impossible. But the man said he'd seen it for himself... Is he lying?

That train of thought is abruptly interrupted by what the stranegr says next. The visor of Boba helmet tilts between the tray of food and the man offering it, dread momentarily outstripped by confusion. ]

Who's Din?

Wait, you're not... I thought you were Din bit little. Are you the little green baby then?

[No, clearly not. Damn, what the hell then?]

You're just a whole other Mandolorian. Shit. I'm sorry. Uh... Listen, this food is for you, and I can, like, get a screen or something for you to eat behind. YOu know, helmet shit and all that.

Boba gets more and more confused as the man continues. A little green baby? Eating behind a screen? The only thing Boba really understands is that he's been mixed up with another Mandalorian.

"Are there other Mandalorians here?" Boba asks, a glimmer of hope sneaking into his voice. Other Mandalorians would still be strangers to him, but at least they'd be a little bit familiar—and, if they're bounty hunters like him, they'll be more likely to understand what's at stake with Boba getting taken here mid-job for Jabba.

"There was another one here, but he's gone now," Tommy answered with a shrug. "WE've got people from your universe though. A number of them."

Related to him too apparently.

Boba's first reaction is disappointment—there'd been just one other Mandalorian here and Boba had missed him—followed by suspicion.

"What kind of people?" he asks. Perhaps the odds of any of them being an enemy of his are low—but the odds of any being allies are even lower.

The best kind of people. Cal and Omega and Echo.

"There's a really nice kid who works with my brother. She's pretty cool. And Echo is pretty nice. I don't see him much, but he's just pretty smart. And BD-1, he's my little droid pal. And Cal."

Cal was pretty damn good.

Boba can't tell much from the names alone, though at least one of them is a kid and another is a droid; those seem like pretty safe categories. Really, barring Durge showing up here, there's one type of person in particular that Boba is most worried about.

"Do any of them have a lightsaber?" he asks. "It's a plasma sword that can cut through almost anything."

"Oh man, I got a toy one of those. Hilarious. It's plastic and it makes noises when you swing it around."

Then he looks at the kid, concerned.

"You got bad history with Jedi?"

It's probably promising that the stranger's first frame of reference for a lightsaber is a toy rather than the real thing—though, he's apparently at least heard of the Jedi before. Boba's not sure what to make of it.

"Yes," he says to the question and then, quietly: "They killed my father."

Perhaps it speaks to some amount of trust that Boba would be so upfront with the fact. At the very least, Boba believes that the man in front of him wants to help—so, better that he know the stakes and why Boba needs to take care to avoid any Jedi that might be here.

He puts it more bluntly this time: "Are there any Jedi here?"

Oh. Damn. Apparently Jedi and Sith are both evil. But still, there's a whole thing about honesty, and he has to let that go. Mostly he expects that universe they live in is fucked up, period.

"I don't know. It's... hard to say. Is there a dude with a lightsaber? Yes. Was he training to be a Jedi, yeah I think so. He's got the sword and the telekinesis. But he's also kept us safe here at times. Helped us fight a giant monster that was attacking us recently. He's my friend. But Sith have been my friends too. And non-Jedi. And droid."

So there is a Jedi here. None of the man's hedging or disclaimers reassure Boba in the slightest as to that fact.

"Okay," Boba says, taking a deep breath. "Even if he's your friend, you shouldn't tell him I'm here, alright? It'll only cause trouble." At least it sounds like he's still a Padawan. In Boba's experience, those aren't as bad as full-fledged knights. Still, it's a bad situation: grounded and stuck in a crumbling city with at least one would-be Jedi roaming around and Jabba waiting for him back on Tatooine. Overwhelming is an understatement.

Boba steels himself. One thing at a time. He looks around at their surroundings, checking to see if there's anyone else around.

"Is there somewhere else we can go?" he asks. "I don't like being in the open like this."

Going to be hard to not do that. Tommy shakes his head.

"Dude, the communicators tell us who is here. He'll know a Mandolorian is around."

Still, if the kid needs shelter...

"Diner, to eat the food?"

AT least eat kid.

Boba's heart sinks when he hears that. Still, it's all the more reason not to keep standing around.

"Okay," he mumbles. "Let's go."

"Alright then. It's just over there," TOmmy says, pointing toward the direction of the diner with his head. He's still got the food tray in hand.

"Are you from Coruscant?"

Boba moves to follow the man back towards the diner. The truth is, he is hungry, even if he'd been too preoccupied to acknowledge it earlier. He can't remember the last time he'd eaten an actual meal. Maybe on the Candaserri? That already feels like a lifetime ago.

He looks over at the question. "No," he answers. "Are you?"

Boba has little reason to suspect that the man might not be from his galaxy.

"Nope. I'm from a world called Earth," he says as he gets them to the door. IT's easy for him to move the tray to one hand to push the door open. "Though we get into space some, and there are aliens."

Weird name for a planet, Boba thinks. That's like calling Kamino 'Water' or Tatooine 'Sand.' Still, he doesn't criticize as he follows the man into the diner.

He feels a shiver go through him as he steps inside. Not so long ago, he'd been in similar circumstances; someone on Coruscant had lured him into their bar with promises of food and drink—and then they'd tried to collect a Republic bounty on his head. Beneath his helmet, Boba casts a sidelong glance as his current benefactor. At least if they're all stuck here, Boba can be reasonably sure he doesn't have anyone to collect a bounty from. Still, when he looks around the place, it's with an eye for exit routes—and potentially improvised weapons.

"You haven't told me your name yet," he points out quietly to the stranger at his side.

No. Because there are a lot of words for 'earth'. Isn't that enough?

"I'm Tommy. I sorta own the diner here, though a lot of people help out now."

For an isolated alien planet, it's a pretty familiar place. It looks like any diner you'd find on Coruscant or elsewhere, albeit the mismatching tables and chairs give it a somewhat improvised look. Boba wonders how much of it was built by the Agrii and how much by the people they'd kidnapped.

One thing's for certain: it smells like food. Boba's stomach growls and his expression grows embarrassed beneath his father's helmet. Some bounty hunter he is; he can't even afford his own meals.

"What's the currency like here?" Boba asks. It's a round-about way of getting to the actual point: he doesn't have anything to pay Tommy back for the food.

All of it was built up by residents. An Imperial agent actually, who worked for Thrawn. But Tommy had been trying to keep it functional, both when he had help and not. But the standing belief was that the Agrii hadn't built much here at all.

"There's no currency," he says, putting the tray of food on the nearest table. "When people can, we encourage them to help with meal prep, or cleaning, or harvesting under the guidance of someone with agriculture. Or, if you can hunt but you probably can't at your age, Mando or no, bringing in meat or fish."

Boba follows him over to the table. He's relieved to hear he doesn't need any money. He supposes it would be difficult to have functional currency in a place like this, cut off from any government or laws. The exchange of food for labor sounds fair enough to him.

"I can fish," Boba says. "And hunt."

He's got more experience with the former, Kamino having been an ocean planet. But he was raised to be a hunter—even if a hunter of people rather than animals. He thinks at least some of those skills must be transferable.

For now: food. He's already forgotten Tommy's strange offer of setting up a screen earlier, and doesn't hesitate to remove his helmet. The face beneath is young—not even in his teens—soft features in striking contrast to the hard lines of the Mandalorian battle helmet that had concealed them moments earlier.

Immediately, he begins to tuck into the still-warm soup, obviously hungry. "Thanks," he says between mouthfuls.

"Can you now?" Tommy said. Interesting. He might have to see that. But for now...

"We need fish more than meat right now," he says for now, because that's slightly safer around here.

Still, he's trying to deal with that young face. Such a kid. Damn, that's so hard to believe.

"Eat as much as you want."

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