❪ test drive #6 ❫

[natha]

YOUR STORY BEGINS     The Storm came. You remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that. You don't know how long you slept, but the dreams were short. You remember the expanse of stars and galaxies in your direct view. Every world and solar system ever known to man was present in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You also witnessed the Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. Your Earth and similar planets were assimilated by the Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of your world. That was when she told you what happened. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new. The details weren't clear, but you knew it was a part of a deal with the entity known as Darma. Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station. Your body is still cold; it all felt like a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't — We were mistaken to think we should not intervene. Dangers far beyond what should exist on this planet lurk beyond even our sight. Poor Ysverai's resurrection is only a portent of what threatens this world. El Nysa must remain frozen in time until we have found a way to repair the damage the High Dragon has wrought. But repair it we will. We give you this promise. We are sorry for leaving you in your time of need. There was greater danger, or so we thought. The Storm, for the first time, had somehow encroached beyond our shields. Blinded to what was occurring on the planet, we believed it safe to turn our sight from the planet… Safe to leave our physical forms entirely, for we needed the energy to ward off the Storm. We withdrew ourselves from our aspect that we call Thesa, and in doing so left you vulnerable. We can only hope you will forgive us. Still, we must ask your aid, for both your sake, and for all life on this fragile planet. Please, leave the matter of Ysverai's curse in our hands. Ready yourselves to journey to Nadril and find how the High Dragon's resurrection was hidden from our sight. We will do all in our power to repair El Nysa, but you should prepare yourselves well. We fear there is yet greater danger ahead, both from the Storm and from what lies obscured on the planet. CLEAN-UP CREW     While everything has wound down significantly from the strife and destruction of battle, the frozen image of Ysverai, the massive, rotten dragon, and the hole he tore in El Nysa's sky, on several screens of the station is a constant reminder of what took place. New and old refugees alike will notice that prolonged exposure to these images will leave them with a disquiet that gradually builds to actual pain. The discomfort starts from a crawling sensation, insects over skin, and gradually becomes unbearable. They will begin to hear the cries of Ysverai’s pain and suffering, first whispers, then echoes, then wails. Even after Refugees tear their eyes away from this footage, a strange itching sensation remains beneath their skin for several minutes. The dragon isn’t a matter for them to deal with, however. Darma made it clear that the Natha will find a solution. For now, everyone is encouraged to assist in the clean-up of the cities currently frozen in time. However, in interest of the current events and the fact that the refugees still have much to prepare for, they will be offering this help remotely. Several stations are set up where refugees can remote control drones to map out areas and pick up some of the lighter weight debris. Those more well versed technology are encouraged to assist those who may be having trouble getting started with the unfamiliar Natha tech. It seems like it’ll definitely take some getting used to, though. On the bright side, they’re pretty durable drones so if at first you don’t succeed, press the next button? To keep morale high during the clean-up efforts, one of the Natha have set up large hoops around dumpsites and a scoreboard program in the control room, though there's no sign of any directions or rules to be found. That's right, you can play a mechanized version of… some sort of game while you're helping clean up El Nysa. Just make sure you don't get too carried away with competitive spirit! For those looking to pilot something more heavy-duty, there are also cockpits set up for remote control piloting of basic mecha. These are very similar to the VR simulations offered on the station. However, they will not work without a partner. To be able to successfully move one of these, two refugees will be required to connect their minds and pilot in tandem. This may be a daunting task, but with the extensive structural damage to the cities, it's a necessary one. Piloting will require trust and cooperation to make it through. The more connected the pilots are, the more agile and powerful their mecha will be. For those who can’t seem to get on the same page, coordination will be a pipe dream. PROBLEMS WITH THE SHIP     By now it’s likely clear to all refugees, new and old, that for all that they may appear to be infinitely powerful, the Natha Orbiters have been shaken by the recent events on El Nysa. The details of Ysverai’s revival were somehow obscured from their view, and while they’re focusing their efforts on the planet, certain… abnormalities again begin to arise on Thesa Station. The most prevalent of the problems plaguing the Station are the malfunctioning doors. Walking through a door that should lead to a bedroom or kitchen (or, for the truly unfortunate, a toilet) will suddenly take refugees somewhere entirely different and possibly even new. And while this may lead to some accusations of breaking and entering, at least these mishaps can be quickly rectified by an apology and a hasty exit. That is, unless the door refuses to open again — the locks also seem to be malfunctioning. Still, those that find themselves transported somewhere familiar, though off-limits, should consider themselves lucky. Thesa Station is far more vast than most refugees are aware, and some of them might find themselves wandering into a uniquely sticky laboratory. This area appears to serve no purpose other than to house dozens of slimes. These slimes appear not only in a variety of fun colours, but with a variety of not-so-fun abilities ranging from harmless (spitting bubbles) to deadly (spitting fire). Regardless of what abilities a slime possesses however, they are all relentlessly friendly, and characters will need to be careful not to accidentally bringing one out with them once they manage to escape. Unfortunately, that’s not the only situation to escape from. Whether it’s in the mess hall or the bathroom, many will find themselves suddenly rising off the ground. … with everything else in the room, too! It seems like gravity control is also on the fritz. Fortunately, most open spaces aboard the station have a small control panel that can correct these effects. The only problem is getting there. Hopefully at least one of you refugees took that anti-gravity safety course. SUMMER TURNS TO WINTER     The news that the refugees should begin preparations for a return to El Nysa may come as a surprise given that the planet still remains frozen, but it appears there is one community that has somehow withstood Darma’s intervention: an area known as Nadril where time continues to flow freely. Not much information is available regarding this destination, other than the fact that it is isolated, and, more importantly, that it is cold. (Maybe characters should consider the malfunctioning thermostat plunging the temperature to below zero in certain areas on the station as preparation for their upcoming journey!) There are other resources available for those itching to take action, of course. There will be a new supply pack delivered to each room containing gear meant to withstand freezing temperatures — both clothing and storage gear to keep water rations from freezing. Characters will also be alerted to new training programs available in the VR room that are designed to assist with survival in the snowy regions of Nadril. The training programs will consist of a variety of tutorials that will assist in winter survival. Naturally, there will be courses on how to start fires, find food, and build igloos to withstand the frigid temperatures, but that’s not all. Due to the Natha testing their systems, there will occasionally be strange occurrences. For example, refugees may experience a snowball or two pelting them from out of nowhere, or they may suddenly find themselves being cloaked by a snow yeti costume, amongst many other inconveniences. Hopefully that doesn’t detract from the lessons to be learned here, as some of the training programs can include extreme weather survival, including the perils of snow storms or avalanches. SOCIAL-LINKED(in)    By some miracle, there are still some quieter parts of the hall. This may be an appropriate time to check out your smartphone. Aside from the expected "Omage" app, there seems to be a new one called Social-Linked. There, you may find a profile waiting to be posted. The app allows for the user to fill it in, but there is also an auto-function! upon pressing it, it will generate a shockingly-honest answer based on the Natha's observation of your history. Roman will be your only friend in this app, with his very own profile: ●●●●○ THESA ROMAN @romannoodles (∞), Thesa CONTACT IGNORE I WAS A: Butler! I still am, and I'm happy to serve all of the new arrivals! I'M SKILLED IN: Cooking, cleaning, anything that involves making your life better! I'M LOOKING FOR: Consistency! ALSO, I'M: Not entirely certain if the "auto" profile function is to your liking. Feel free to edit if it is not to taste! So, have you decided on making your own profile? Perhaps you used the "auto" function on accident? Regardless, once your profile is out there, it's out there. And like the Omage app, it will match you with someone. NOTE: Please use the form below to fill out a profile! Whether it's auto-generated or filled by the character is up to you! <raw-code><center><div style="width: 400px; height: 320px; background: #f4f4f4; border: 1px #464646 solid; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #b7b7b7;"><div style="width: 400px; height: 20px; background-color:#464646; color: #ffffff;"><table style="width: 400px; height: 15px;" border="0"> <tr><td style="height: 15px; width: 120px; vertical-align: top;">●●●●○ <span style="font-size: 10px;">THESA</span> </td> <td style="height: 15px; width: 116px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 3px;"> <img src=http://i.imgur.com/I4ONDJU.png> <img src="http://i.imgur.com/Kp8NvdY.png"></td></tr> </table></div> <center><div style="width: 100px; padding: 25px; float: left;"> <img src="ICONURLHERE" style="border-radius: 100px;"></div> <div style="width: 200px; padding: 25px; float: right; text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;"> <span style="color: #979797; font-size: 20px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1px;">NAME HERE</span><br/> <font face=courier>@USERNAME HERE (AGE HERE), ORIGINALWORLD</font><br/><br/> <center><div style="border: solid 1px #464646; float: left; color: #464646; width: 70px; height: 15px; border-radius: 5px; text-align: center; padding: 5px;"><a href=?mode=reply style="text-decoration:none; color:#464646;">CONTACT</a></div> <div style="border: solid 1px #464646; color: #464646; width: 70px; height: 15px; border-radius: 5px; text-align: center; padding: 5px; float: right;"><a href=a href=?mode=reply style="text-decoration:none; color:#464646;">IGNORE</a></div> </div></div> <div style="clear: both;"></div></center> <div style="width: 350px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-size: 12px; color: #333333;"><font face=courier><b>I WAS A:</b></font> ANSWERHERE <br/><br/> <font face=courier><b>I'M SKILLED IN:</b></font> ANSWERHERE <br/> <br/> <font face=courier><b>I'M LOOKING FOR:</b></font> ANSWERHERE <br/><br/> <font face=courier><b>ALSO, I'M:</b></font> ANSWERHERE </div></div></raw-code></center> STASIS UNITS     During this time of crisis, the Natha have done their utmost to ensure the safety of those in cryosleep. However, due to the nature of recent events, they will be asking some refugees to do a quick check on some of the pods in the stasis unit. While they are definitely looking for any damage that may have occurred over these past few weeks, they also seem interested in getting a deeper insight into some of the occupants. On each control panel for the pods, there's a new application, asking observers to add notes and commentary — the Natha are looking for a more personal understanding of their sleeping occupants. Refugees are tasked with providing evaluations of the sleepers, based on both their knowledge of those from their homes and on what they can observe just by examining them in their repose. The application asks for how useful you think the pod's occupant would be in a crisis, what their skills are, what their best feature is, if you'd take them with you for a long walk on the beach, and so on… And, of course, all answers must be recorded out loud. Anyone passing by could overhear these evaluations, flattering or less than. FINAL OOC NOTES     As always, feel free to wildcard prompts within Thesa Station! These threads may be carried over as game canon if players choose. Players are encouraged to submit TDM threads as application samples, but they are not required. Please direct any OOC questions to the questions thread below. New players may submit an AC-length thread HERE from this TDM for 2 Natha REP. In addition, old players who have not submitted rep for the Hour of Ruin log may also submit a TDM thread for 2 Natha REP. The due date for submission is July 15 11:59 PM EST. For this application cycle, there will be a cap of 60 and no reserves. Applications will be open on July 9 12:01 AM EST and end on July 13 11:59 PM EST. Thank you! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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kathryn janeway | star trek: voyager.

[directives]

i. PROBLEMS WITH THE SHIP

Where's a good hand actuator when you need one?

[ she was no stranger to jammed doors, downed power systems, and malfunctions in general. voyager suffered from any number of those problems — sometimes a combination of several of them — on a weekly basis, if not daily. it was one of the hazards of traveling through deep, uncharted space with no federation outposts in sight. there was no docking at a station for repairs or hailing the nearest friendly world to ask for assistance. a good majority of the time, it was just her and her crew trying to get things back up and running as soon as possible. it was all hands on deck, so to speak; including her hands.

which is why she's currently parked in front of one of the said malfunctioning doors, trying valiantly to forcibly pry it open. janeway was no stranger to getting her hands dirty, and sometimes, all you needed was bullheaded determination and a little old-fashioned elbow grease.

unfortunately for her, when the door does finally give way, it does so with a great whoosh! and sends her toppling ungracefully into a room that's neither hers nor the one said door should have led into. ]

ii. STASIS UNITS

I met Amelia Earhart this way, [ the captain muses, smoothing her hand against the cold glass of the stasis unit she's supposed to be inspecting. ] Hidden in an underground stasis chamber on an L-Class planet thousands of lightyears from Earth for the past four hundred years — who would have thought that was the answer to one of the 20th Century's greatest mysteries.

Sometimes I wish she hadn't decided to stay behind, but I can't fault her for doing so.

[ truth be told, the temptation to remain herself had been there, although it had not been powerful enough to pull her away from her resolve to get voyager back to earth. even if half the crew had decided to remain on the briori planet, she would have thundered on in the direction of the alpha quadrant with what skeleton crew remained. ]

iii. SOCIAL-LINKED(IN)

●●●●○ THESA

KATHRYN JANEWAY
@JANEWAY (34), EARTH

CONTACT

IGNORE

I WAS A: scientist, commanding officer of the uss voyager

I'M SKILLED IN: quantum cosmology, aggressive negotiations, wrangling unruly omnipotent beings

I'M LOOKING FOR: a quicker way home

ALSO, I'M: the collective's worst nightmare

iv. WILDCARD

➳ hit me with your best shot! ➹

social

[decathlons]

What's the collective?

[directives]

[ ...and this is what she gets for allowing the autofill to complete that for her. ]

Trust me when I say that you're better off not knowing.

[decathlons]

So they're like
Bad guys?

i. screams quietly

[willrevile]

Uh--

[ An eloquent hello from inside the quarters Jim's been using as his own. At present, he's sitting on the edge of his bunk and halfway through the process of carefully pulling a black t-shirt on - which would normally imply saucy hijinx, but today, just showcases bruises and bandages. There's something stuck to the front of the crumpled-up shirt, though it's not properly visible in its current position. ]

Hi, [ he says, regaining composure. ] That's not what the hallway usually looks like, I take it everything's still haywire out there. You okay?

!!!

[directives]

[ if she's embarrassed by the impropriety of her entrance, she doesn't show it, rising to her feet to brush herself off. her uniform looks awkwardly incomplete without the layers she's shed, devoid of the rank and insignia that would mark her as starfleet. ]

Haywire's a good way of putting it, [ though she had a few other choice options floating around in her head that she wouldn't necessarily give voice to. ] I've taken worse topples. That one was rather mild in comparison.

[willrevile]

[ It doesn't even look like the undershirts he's used to, so Jim remains totally clueless, for now. ]

Sorry for not hopping up, [ is wry. Leaping to his feet to catch her isn't on the table for him at the moment, precariously trying to pull his shirt back on over obviously damaged ribs, among other things. The room smells faintly like antiseptic tape and his bandages are all pristine, suggesting he may have just changed them. ]

The station's been in flux for several weeks now, [ he says, carefully finishing the task of pulling the shirt on without tweaking anything. ] Improper cascade to low-power mode, then forced red-alert mode, all while the Orbiters were absent. Now they're back and it's returned to its apparently natural state of terminal whimsy.

[ Shirt: on. Success, Jim exhales and tugs it down, the silver triangular badge affixed on his chest appearing to be purely decorative. (It's not, but barely. It's dog tags, for lack of a better description, the old Starfleet ones that stuck to whatever they were held to. He wears it all the time.) ]

They just wake you up?

ii.

[kludging]

[ scotty isn't sentimental. he definitely hasn't gone around stasis looking in at crewmates just to make sure they're actually there. it's sterile and strange and he hates it - it reminds him of the human torpedos, of khan. which is not his favorite subject in the universe, thank you. but his crew is here, where they're safe, and it only settles him slightly.

he considers putting in information about some of them but refrains, for now. maybe when he's more settled in.

a woman talking about meeting amelia earhart on an l-class planet catches his attention easily though and he pauses mid-stride, raising his eyebrows to look at her. surely other cultures use the same parlance as the federation, but whatever, this is familiar. and just weird enough to be interesting. ]

You met Amelia Earhart as an ice cube on an L-Class planet?

[ yes, hello, nice to meet you. ]

[directives]

[ it's quite a feat, getting someone like kathryn janeway to do a double take, but this man unknowingly succeeds at something most fail at. history may not be her forte, and listening to archived logs means she knows some of the greats' voices better than she does their faces, but this is a voice she's sworn she's heard in person before. somewhere. that distinct scottish accent... where has she heard it before? ]

I wouldn't go so far as to say she was frozen so much as in suspension. She was one of many individuals who were abducted from Earth in the 1930s.

[kludging]

Stasis is nasty business either way, in my opinion.

[ his very important opinion? sure. crossing his arms over his chest, he nods slightly. ]

As for her staying, I don't think I'd blame her either. That long gone? There's nothing left for her on Earth but being a curiosity. Though personally, I'd prefer an M-Class. [ there's something wry in his voice, when he says it. it's not a good joke, but he is sort of kidding around. ]

I haven't heard that particular form of planet classification since I woke up here, if i'm honest.

social | un: swan

[sheriffing]

They claim there's no way home.

Or, more importantly, that there's no home to find our way to.

[directives]

That's never stopped me before, sure isn't going to now.

[sheriffing]

What if they're telling the truth?

social!

[dirthena]

"Aggressive negotiations" is something I haven't heard before, although I can only imagine what it entails. The "unruly omnipotent beings" less so.

[directives]

Let's just say that sometimes the diplomatic approach doesn't always go the way you intend it.

[ of course they'd count her dealings with the Q among the "skills" worth mentioning. ]

.

[doomedtheworld]

[Vin is rarely down visiting the stasis pods, choosing to maintain the illusion of having nobody down there she's eager to see again. As blatantly false as that is.

But with the news that more refugees are beginning to wake up she's been down there more, checking the pods and becoming more and more disappointed as she finds those familiar faces still sleeping in silence.

So, she'd just been passing by when she was stopped by a woman talking to, apparently, her? She thinks? When she finishes, Vin stands still for a second glancing up and down the row before speaking up. As bluntly as anything.]

I have no idea what you are talking about.

[directives]

I wouldn't expect you to, [ the captain says easily, turning to face the other woman. ] Not everyone hails from the same world, let alone the same version of the universe. A name that went down in history for one society is just a name to another.

Didn't expect anyone else to be down here.

II

[diamondize]

[The majority of what Janeway says means nothing to Diamond-- They don't know who or what an Amelia Earhart is, or what an L-CLass Planet means. But there's a couple things that stick out as a little odd, things that bring Diamond away from their own colorful and sparkly line of stasis pod people, and closer to listen better and speak.]

I thought humans didn't live that long? [THey don't know a lot about the strange creatures of flesh and bone, but Dia does know they don't typically live long. At least, not compared to their own relative immortality an all.]

akdfjlak land of the lustrous!!

[directives]

[ if janeway finds this humanoid being's appearance entrancing in any way, she doesn't show it. the sparkle and shine is dazzling and most certainly eye-catching, but a good starfleet officer doesn't stare or do anything that could offend. ]

Oh, we don't. However, there have been instances in which a person is put into suspended animation, which halts the aging process.

social: un: companioning

[companioning]

What exactly do you consider aggressive negations?

[directives]

Negotiations which cannot be solved through peaceful, diplomatic means. Not everyone is willing to listen to reason and there are times when agreeing to disagree just isn't possible. Confrontations happen, and sometimes a conflict is the only way of bringing about an easy solution.

id: killjoy

[motivation]

the collective?

[directives]

A race of cybernetic beings who expand their numbers by forcibly assimilating worlds into their ranks.

i. a bit late but i couldn't resist

[torchwoodteaboy]

[Ianto Jones is sitting on one of four beds in the room. Only one of the others seems to be in use, with a guitar propped up against it and a few other odds and ends about here and there. He's dressed down, in only a tshirt and jeans, largely because the only suit he owns on this planet is frozen in time down on the planet along with the dragon so it will likely be some time before he sees that one again. And he appears to be writing in a small book of some sort. Which certainly couldn't be a diary no ma'am what reasonable man over the age of twenty keeps a diary these days after all...

At the sound of her tumbling into the room before him Ianto leaps up from where he's sprawled on the bed, hastily stowing his book (diary) away in his back pocket and readying himself for trouble. Or, as it would happen, a strange woman somersaulting her way into his bedroom from what is most certainly not the hallway, before the door slams shut behind her. Interesting.]

Well. [He says, trying not to sound ruffled, even though he clearly is.] You certainly know how to make an entrance. Are you alright? [He steps forward to offer her a hand up, if necessary. (If she'll take it, for that matter.)]

ianto! (:

[directives]

[ a woman who keeps a both a personal log and official captain's log she updates daily (sometimes multiple times throughout the day) cannot pass judgement on the good ol' pen and paper method. perhaps not as secure as she would like, but it was practical nonetheless. but alas, said book that is most certainly not a diary goes unnoticed, as the captain is too busy trying to avoid banging her head on anything to take note of whatever it was he had in his hands a split second ago. ]

Just fine, [ she says, but takes that offered hand all the same. ] I did all my own stunts back home, don't see why that has to change here.

[ ha. ]

Sorry for barging in. It seems these doors have something of a mind of their own.