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HOT OFF THE PRESSES! New Test Drive Dropped
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1. Arrival
Regardless of what you were doing previously - fighting in an epic battle, eating a sandwich, or being dead - you get unceremoniously spit out of the Space Bridge. For organic species that have never experienced this before, it can be pretty dizzying and leave you feeling like their bones are rattling for a few minutes. If there’s not already a Vehicon in the room, they’ll be notified of the Space Bridge activation and arrive shortly. They’ll explain what’s happened to the best of their ability, set you up with a communication device that will play a pre-recorded welcome from Captain Sparkarrow, give you a bracelet that will create a life support bubble around you in case of unfortunate space accidents if you are organic, and point out where you can find a room or food. From there, the Vehicons will let you wander around the R2 as you please - for the most part. For the moment they won’t let anyone unauthorized into the engine room.
2. Exploring the R2
The R2 is a pretty big ship, even without being able to get into the engine room. There’s empty rooms to claim for your own, a gally for grabbing yourself some energon or organic food, a lounge, and an observatory for watching the stars drift by outside. Thankfully for organics or smaller guests, there’s a high speed train system running along the ceiling of the hallways, and plenty of tiny elevators to get around with. Check out the visuals post for ideas of what things look like, here: https://cyberformedmods.dreamwidth.org/3195.html?thread=83323#cmt83323
Places of Interest
Mac's - The ship's main bar. There are dining areas and commissaries elsewhere on the ship... but let's be real, we all eat at Mac's. It's big, with seating both for giant robots, and human sized individuals as well as everyone in between. There's always good music playing, though there's a stage for karaoke. The walls are lined with monitors showing off stolen cable shows from around the galaxy as well as several arcade games. Beat saber and DDR are always popular. The menu is expansive and no matter WHAT your dietary needs are you can guarantee you'll find something to eat and drink here. The one rule is Don't Start Fights.
Observation Deck - A popular spot near the front of the ship, a vast room with ample seating and large windows to watch the stars as the R2 cruises through space. If you're lucky you might catch a comet shooting by, a star going super nova, or any number of awe inducing stellar phenomena.
Hydroponics Lab - A massive lab dedicated to the storing and care of a vast number of plants from around the galaxy, there are a lot of misters and solar lamps to help ensure that even in space, all the flora lives well.
Training Hall - The training hall is the scifi gym of your dreams. Exercise equipment galore as well as training drones of all sizes to practice combat against and several shooting ranges. There's even equipment to set up simple obstacle courses for the extra ambitious. Just be warned, getting too violent or disrespectful in the hall will get you landed in a 'Time Out Tank'. Everyone will see you and point and laugh.
3. Mini Missions
There's always SOMETHING going down on the ship. Never a dull moment one might say. So if you're bored you might not have to look far.
3A. SPACE DUCK! The Ship Cryptid
3B. A STICKY SITUATION! Trouble in the Shuttlebay
3C. THE SPICE CREAM CHALLENGE! How we haze the newbies
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1. Arrival
Regardless of what you were doing previously - fighting in an epic battle, eating a sandwich, or being dead - you get unceremoniously spit out of the Space Bridge. For organic species that have never experienced this before, it can be pretty dizzying and leave you feeling like their bones are rattling for a few minutes. If there’s not already a Vehicon in the room, they’ll be notified of the Space Bridge activation and arrive shortly. They’ll explain what’s happened to the best of their ability, set you up with a communication device that will play a pre-recorded welcome from Captain Sparkarrow, give you a bracelet that will create a life support bubble around you in case of unfortunate space accidents if you are organic, and point out where you can find a room or food. From there, the Vehicons will let you wander around the R2 as you please - for the most part. For the moment they won’t let anyone unauthorized into the engine room.
2. Exploring the R2
The R2 is a pretty big ship, even without being able to get into the engine room. There’s empty rooms to claim for your own, a gally for grabbing yourself some energon or organic food, a lounge, and an observatory for watching the stars drift by outside. Thankfully for organics or smaller guests, there’s a high speed train system running along the ceiling of the hallways, and plenty of tiny elevators to get around with. Check out the visuals post for ideas of what things look like, here: https://cyberformedmods.dreamwidth.org/3195.html?thread=83323#cmt83323
Places of Interest
Mac's - The ship's main bar. There are dining areas and commissaries elsewhere on the ship... but let's be real, we all eat at Mac's. It's big, with seating both for giant robots, and human sized individuals as well as everyone in between. There's always good music playing, though there's a stage for karaoke. The walls are lined with monitors showing off stolen cable shows from around the galaxy as well as several arcade games. Beat saber and DDR are always popular. The menu is expansive and no matter WHAT your dietary needs are you can guarantee you'll find something to eat and drink here. The one rule is Don't Start Fights.
Observation Deck - A popular spot near the front of the ship, a vast room with ample seating and large windows to watch the stars as the R2 cruises through space. If you're lucky you might catch a comet shooting by, a star going super nova, or any number of awe inducing stellar phenomena.
Hydroponics Lab - A massive lab dedicated to the storing and care of a vast number of plants from around the galaxy, there are a lot of misters and solar lamps to help ensure that even in space, all the flora lives well.
Training Hall - The training hall is the scifi gym of your dreams. Exercise equipment galore as well as training drones of all sizes to practice combat against and several shooting ranges. There's even equipment to set up simple obstacle courses for the extra ambitious. Just be warned, getting too violent or disrespectful in the hall will get you landed in a 'Time Out Tank'. Everyone will see you and point and laugh.
3. Mini Missions
There's always SOMETHING going down on the ship. Never a dull moment one might say. So if you're bored you might not have to look far.
3A. SPACE DUCK! The Ship Cryptid
A Vehicon by the name of Shutterstock has become really invested in the rumors of a strange creature that is lurking in the lower levels of the ship that are not often traversed. The rumors mention a giant duck like creature some thirty feet tall with too many eyes and a mass of whipping tentacle tails. Apparently if you go down there and listen hard you can hear it's mighty call of KWOCK!
Shutterstock is willing to pay out a handsome lump of credits to anyone who can bring him photos or other proof of the Duck's existence.
Shutterstock is willing to pay out a handsome lump of credits to anyone who can bring him photos or other proof of the Duck's existence.
3B. A STICKY SITUATION! Trouble in the Shuttlebay
A few years ago some poorly thought out experimentation led the ship's shuttle bay to be overrun with sentient gummy candy. Sentient ANGRY gummy candy. Apparently the extermination was not as thorough as initially thought and a group of them were biding their time in some rarely traversed corner of the ship. Now... they're back... with a vengeance.
Once again giant vicious gummy bears have taken over the shuttlebay. While they look cute and colorful they are destructive and violent and wish to leave the ship for the greater galaxy. Only their very low intelligence is impeding their ability to leave with any swiftness on the shuttles. The bears must be eliminated before they figure out how to actually fly anything. They cannot be reasoned with and only extreme violence will take out the threat.
Be careful, getting too close may get you coated in gross gummy guts. They are also technically edible. If you're daring.
Once again giant vicious gummy bears have taken over the shuttlebay. While they look cute and colorful they are destructive and violent and wish to leave the ship for the greater galaxy. Only their very low intelligence is impeding their ability to leave with any swiftness on the shuttles. The bears must be eliminated before they figure out how to actually fly anything. They cannot be reasoned with and only extreme violence will take out the threat.
Be careful, getting too close may get you coated in gross gummy guts. They are also technically edible. If you're daring.
3C. THE SPICE CREAM CHALLENGE! How we haze the newbies
At Mac's there's a menu item that comes with a warning. That you should absolutely not eat it under any circumstances but you can still be served it if you absolutely want to or have a Death Wish or something.
The Spice Cream. An ice cream SO spicy that next to it is just a hot pepper emblazoned over the infinity symbol. Created with magic by the Dragonkin, it's spice level defies all logic. Those who have been here on the R2 for any length of time know better then to order it save for the few that can withstand it's heat.
But to newcomers? Well surely it must be an exaggeration, right? Ice cream can't be THAT spicy. What harm is there to try it?
(Traditionally your character's tolerance to the Spice Cream is determined by rolling a D20. A Nat 20 indicates that they barely feel the heat at all and just find it nice and fruity with perhaps the smallest pleasant tingle. A Nat 1 indicates they just pass the fuck out. Medical intervention may be necessary.)
The Spice Cream. An ice cream SO spicy that next to it is just a hot pepper emblazoned over the infinity symbol. Created with magic by the Dragonkin, it's spice level defies all logic. Those who have been here on the R2 for any length of time know better then to order it save for the few that can withstand it's heat.
But to newcomers? Well surely it must be an exaggeration, right? Ice cream can't be THAT spicy. What harm is there to try it?
(Traditionally your character's tolerance to the Spice Cream is determined by rolling a D20. A Nat 20 indicates that they barely feel the heat at all and just find it nice and fruity with perhaps the smallest pleasant tingle. A Nat 1 indicates they just pass the fuck out. Medical intervention may be necessary.)
Jack Lennox | Evolve | New Player | OTA
W-W-WILDCARD
The Spice Cream Challenge!
Jack violently presses his mask to his face, whether to prevent him from barfing out the ice cream or to cover up the panicked yelps and panting is unknown. Probably both, really. His head lurches into the air, his legs kick dramatically in his barstool.
When his panting becomes calmer and his hands finally slid down to his sides, he looks side-to-side to figure out if anyone…saw all of that.
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Dick ordered a bowl of his own, knocked on wood with two knuckles, and shoveled three heaping spoonfuls into his mouth before he could regret it because Dick Grayson (maybe -Wayne, maybe -Pennyworth) had been raised on much spicier stuff than this! He was no chicken!
An idiot maybe, but not a chicken.
His face turned red almost instantly. Dick wheezed, pressing his face into one elbow length armored glove as he proceeded to have a coughing fit. He held up a single finger from his other gloved hand to indicate he was finishing up and was going to speak in just a second. Juuuuust a second.
Just fifteen more seconds.
Even so, it was almost like he handled the space cream incrementally better than that sad sack over there. Which, at twelve entire years old, meant victory was his! As such, it was his sworn and solemn duty to point this out, preferably as loudly as possible.
Unfortunately, what came out of his mouth instead sounded like the wispy death rattle of a forlorn Victorian child. "Uncontested victory-!" He then started coughing into his arm again, and turned pleading eyes to Mikaela behind the bar for a glass of milk or four.
Lord Commander Dante | Warhammer 40K | new
He is, in fact, organic, but atmosphere changes don't particularly bother him. If they go full vacuum, he can put on his helmet and be all right. In other words, the least of his concerns.
The larger of his concerns was...this place. Or more precisely, the denizens therof. "Men of Iron," he breathes, softly. Long lost to the Dark Ages of Technology. He had heard of one, embedded in a space hulk, but this seemed to be multitudes. Alarming. But he wouldn't act, just yet. He could take a few moments to find out what was going on. "Take me to whoever is in charge." Yes, 'take me to your leader'. It is a classic for a reason!
Exploring
The training hall is probably the most curious thing he's found. Do abominable intelligences need to train? Don't they just...update their algorithm? Such stuff was the study of Techmarines and the forges of Mars, but he knew a little.
Still, after so long exploring, and tense, running his sword through a series of attack runs, the old game of Defensus Sangu9inius, helped focus his mind and body. For over a thousand years old, he's still got it! Sort of.
Trouble in the shuttlebay
Dante has read enough of the early days of the Crusade to know about some of the different xenos the Imperium had faced back then--the blue balloonish shapes of the Nephilim, the five limbed lizardlike orreti, and of course the galaxy's universal fungi, the Orks. These things were just, he figures, some sort of ork. Easily dispatched, with his speed and skill, but there are two problems. One he can voice aloud. "How do I get this gunk out of my armor?" Because, seriously.
Number two, well, fighting gets his blood up, and for a thousand year old space vampire, he is fighting the thirst for blood. Uh oh.
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((ooc: I'm pretty familiar with Transformers canon, so feel free to throw it at me!))
Exploring - IDW Velocity
Lottie scurried in, only kinda definitely awkwardly shifting her armful of datapads to wait at a polite distance for the sword stuff to be done.
"Hello!" She called over during what seemed to be a pause at least, and crinkled golden optics at whoever this was with a smile. "Are you just arrived? The um, everything about you seems new. I'm glad to meet you, and would wave or offer a finger to shake but I already dropped these this morning. Best not to make it a habit."
She winced, hoping the version of Optimus who ran the library wouldn't notice. (He would, she knew he would. Another wince.)
OMG Velocity!! :D :D
He does not particularly care for the experience. Still, part of him says, better he here than someone like Gabriel. The Flesh Tearer would kill first, ask questions...well, never. Dante had seen too much he had been told was impossible by the laws of physics, the laws of the Warp, the laws of common understanding, to allow himself to be fazed.
He was a representative of the Blood Angels here, and everywhere, so he stills himself, and offers a mannerly bow. "I have just arrived." Acknowledging that her facts were in order. But glad to meet him? Few were. "Why do you do the work of a servitor?" Don't you have servitors for things like carrying pict slates? It seems beneath everything he had read of the Men of Iron. Also...the 'men' part. But he'll get to that later.
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Oh good, a confirmation he was new. At least this strangeness wasn't 100% her. Maybe just 60-70%
"Hmm?" She looked down at the datapads at the following questions, then back up at the presumably but not necessarily actually human with a puzzled scrunch of her face. "Why do-" She opened her mouth. Shut it.
"Servitors? You mean servants? I- no, I... No? We don't do that? Why would I even need to? That seems wildly unnecessary and demeaning to make someone else do. It's just a few datapads, and I'm on my way to switch them out for more, anyway."
She shifted the pile again, this time into one arm, flaring the plating there a bit wider to help steady them while she brought her other hand up to curl near her mouth in some concern. "Do you use, ah. Have? Servants? If so, you'll have to get used to fetching your own things. Don't go calling anyone on shift around here that, either!" She added quickly, foreseeing awkwardness in all of their futures if he did.
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Better to carry objects and service armor than face the horrors of combat. That's what most of them chose.
"I have done for myself for a long time. My equerry...was irreplaceable." He got tired, honestly, of outliving so many of them, watching them age and wither and die in his service. Arafeo had been the last and his sacrifice had...well, he preferred not to think about it. "But the vast Intelligences such as yourself should be above such work."
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"That's... your universe seems to work on a very different set of rules than mine did, or this one. Mostly. I've heard that there's- never mind that," she said hurriedly, banishing that side tangent on how the cultures and comparative ethics of other species here functioned when she didn't even properly understand it herself.
Still... at the end there he looked very, very tired. She'd seen that expression worn by a lot of others here, and on her own face sometimes these days.
Her expression shifted to one of sympathy and concern, and she knelt down on one knee to bring herself closer in height but didn't actually approach closer so he wouldn't feel loomed over. "I am sorry that you've lost people you cared for," she told him gently, golden optics softening. "That seems to be a commonality around here, and I wish it wasn't. Every loss is a terrible thing. I hope you find comfort for yours over time, even if it doesn't happen here."
Then he went and said that at the end and, oh. Oh, that combination of words used about her felt very, very uncomfortable. Lottie winced, pulling back a little and patting the air. "I'm not-! I mean- I think you're working from a base of false assumptions, here. Let's back up a whole bunch of steps."
"My species call ourselves Cybertronians, after our home planet of Cybertron. Well, I come from one of the colony worlds and could arguably be called a member of a subspecies since we adapted to requiring a different variety of energon, but Vast Intelligence? No. Well, I'm sure some would say they're smarter than everybody else like that, but-"
She shook her head. "No. We may be a mechanical species by nature, but we function both physically and mentally as something between organic and inorganic species. I should know, I'm a doctor, and since arriving here I've studied xenobiology quite a bit. Although just lately, I-"
Another wince, almost a flinch this time. He didn't need her whole history of mistake after mistake trotted out.
"Did you... not listen to the message from the captain when you arrived?"
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Sacrifices were necessary. Everyone gave up something. That was as close as they could come to equality.
Still. "I have outlived everyone I have cared for." One way or the other, by their age or the harsh but honorable end in battle. What remained close to him was a handful of misfits and the damned: Corbulo, Astorath, Mephiston. Unspeakably powerful, and all of them marked, suffering under the weight of their curse and duty. "And I have ordered...countless more in battle." And it wears on him when he thinks about it. A lesser man would simply try not to think about it, but they sacrificed their lives. They deserved to be remembered. They deserved that their memories hurt. He shrugs it off. "It is a burden, but a necessary one. Do not trouble yourself."
He gave a wry ghost of a smile. "I listened but it is too fantastical to be credible. There were machine intelligences, long in the past. They transferred their minds into robotic shells. They are inimical to life." Necrons: cold and merciless. "You are not that, but you are still a machine Intelligence, such as we do not keep in the Imperium." Dante offers another bow. "I apologize if it has made me mannerless."
i do not warhammer but i believe it lol heard the movie event horizon might as well be from there
She was technically both less than 500,000 years old, and not even a year old yet, but. Details. Weird details that would just confuse the issue.
She then shook her head at him when he apologized and bowed again. "Hardly your fault. I just..." She shrugged a little helplessly, with a wry smile of her own. "I mess up way too regularly to be a Vast Intelligence of any sort, and medical school was, ah. A struggle." Best leave it at that.
"That isn't your fault though, and neither is not knowing things you weren't told. Everybody fumbles at first. Not being psychic doesn't count." She flashed a small but real smile, then cycled her optics rapidly before blushing a flustered purple as she realized.
"Now I've gone and been rude to you! My name is Lottie. Or, well, Velocity. But also not. There's um, complicated bits to why I go by the nickname," complicated and strange and the result of just the most recent in a long chain of bad decisions, " but Lottie is fine. And don't go all formal and insist on Dr. Velocity, either! Lottie is just fine."
probably worse but he's one of the nicer guys they have.
Mental health is not a thing in the ImperiumHowever. "If there is a war, I have strategic experience against a number of enemies." In his line of work you either get really good or you get really dead.
He tilts his head at the reference to psykers. "Do you have Librarians here? Of your type?" What he wouldn't give for Mephiston and his counsel.
But that's not important, right now? Perhaps? This whole conversation is perplexing, but at least it is not alarming in the way he had anticipated an Abominable Intelligence to be. That's what keeping an open mind will get you: confused!
"The training of the medicae is necessarily rigorous. It is a challenging job, much of which is relearned in the field." So his Sanguinary Priests have told him. There was the knowledge and then the ability to apply the knowledge. He just automatically trusts those of the healing profession. "It is good, then, that you know little of war. My Apothecaries often struggle with the dual weight of their duties." Killing with one breath, healing with the next. As he had said, it was...rigorous.
"Mam'zel Lottie, then." That was a lot of words. Is he making her nervous? He had heard he had that effect, but not normally on creatures that much larger than he was. "I am Dante." We'll skip the titles as well. "Or Luis." He has not gone by his birth name in centuries, but...this place was strange.
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Lottie then cycled her optics at his question. He gave the word librarian an emphasis that nobody else did, was it another role from his own universe? She didn't know if she wanted it to be. "I um, I don't know if we have someone who does things the way you might mean, but one of the several people here named Optimus Prime likes taking care of the library on board. I'm... not sure that's the same thing."
She briefly averted her optics with a brief pained expression at the thought of her dear friend Megatron who had worked in that library too, alongside Optimus. She quickly shook her head and tucked that expression into the corner of her mouth as she looked back at him.
Another cycle of her optics and Lottie nodded as her smile went even more crooked, although she kept her gaze on his this time. "Thank you," she said, then sighed a soft puff through her vents. "Many of the people here and friends I've made since arriving knew the entirety of their versions of the war, or enough of it. That's millions of years worth of unending... awful, experiences I just can't understand."
She hated that for her friends, for anyone. As much as she tried to educate herself, it was just something she couldn't properly grasp. Like trying to tell someone about the experiences she'd had since arriving. They wouldn't understand, not the way the people who'd gone through them with her did.
Her optics brightened again when the subject shifted, and she couldn't help a little laugh from slipping out, or the way her smile got easier to hold up, afterwards. "Mam'zel," she echoed with a tilt of her head. "It's a lovely word. Thank you for lending it to me."
She then tilted her head the other way when he introduced himself, humming a quiet little mechanical whirr. "Which of the two names do you prefer?" She had a feeling the second one was a name he didn't use often, but didn't want to assume and take a liberty he didn't want her to.
ty! I love your Lottie :D
Hmmm. All right. "The Librarius is the storehouse of knowledge. Books and artifacts too dangerous to be out in the world are often safeguarded there. As well as other uncanny threats." Like the vault guarded by the dreadnought Marest, in his undying, eternal duty.
He's used to hearing things he has no experience of. Mephiston often spoke of things of the Warp, of the sorcerous realms. He was used to being a counsel and confidant for others. It was the least onerous part of his duties.
It's a question of some magnitude and perhaps she deserves the reasoning behind his thoughts. "Where I am from, we are given a tribal name, and an angel name. In the Salt Wastes, we used our tribal names. Upon my ascension, it felt right to use my angel name." That clears that up, surely.
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Anyway, this guy seems to have a handle on the situation.
...in the Exo's defense, he was supervising! From afar. He totally would have jumped in if the guy who pretty much screams Titan to him seemed like he needed a hand.
"Nicely done!" the Hunter claps, stepping into the shuttlebay as he gives the place a once over. Robotic as he is, he's still human-sized, with the smooth, casual movements to match.
"Well, that's simple really. We could hose you down or get a flamethrower..."
hahaha why is everyone an abominable intelligence XD
He frowns, looking at his armor. "The flamethrower would be more effective." He's ready.
lol wow rude
His surprise quickly gives way to eager glee. How often does he get a chance to use a flamethrower on someone? He rubs his hands together.
"Great! Hold that thought- I needa go grab an actual flamethrower because Solar tends to uh...melt more than armor. Sundance- I need a transmat, I'm sure we have one somewhere..."
He holds his hands out in front of him as the vague shape of a large firearm materializes. It snaps into full reality with a brief flash, and Cayde's grin brightens as he starts fiddling things before his finger finds the trigger.
"Okay let's see he-WHOA-!!" he blurts as a blast of flames streams forth.
lol sorry everyone in his canon has Issues
He does have the foresight to put his helmet on and let it seal. He can endure high temperatures, but there was no sense taking more chances in a strange place. So instead of his face, it is the death mask of his primarch figured in gold that stands in the flames, impassive, as though he's used to being scoured this way after battle. It does tend to happen. Just, normally, there's some blood.
Delicious blood.
Oh well.
"My thanks." Because the stuff charred and flaked off the heavy ceramite of his armor, leaving it scoured clean. "This is a common foe here?"
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The helmet sure is...something! He's used to the weird designs various Guardians pick up so this probably isn't the strangest he's seen
"Haha! Any time!" Cayde pipes, propping the flame thrower over a shoulder as he gives the guy a thumbs-up. He'd totally meant to do that!
"What, the sticky things? Not particularly. Actually thought they were taken care of but I guess some of 'em got lost in the...metalwork? Maybe that's what all the sounds I was picking up in the vents was... Well, anyway! Nice work there!"
Trouble in the Shuttlebay
As Rock blasts and chases off some of the stragglers he spots a new comer to the ship. The little blue bomber notices the man's distress and dodges a very angry gummy bear coming his way.
"Soak it in dish soap after scrapping most of it off, though that's usually clothing it should work with metal too." The little robot that looks like a human child says. He's careful to keep his distance. Both from the strange man and the straggling candy things.
"Sorry you got wrapped up in this! I was so sure the shuttle bay had been cleared up earlier..." Then softer. "I'm gonna have so much mopping to do."
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"And where does one acquire...'dish soap'?" He says it like it's a foreign concept. He's a chapter master. He hasn't cleaned a dish in centuries. Even back on Baalfora as a child, cleaning the dishes meant scrubbing them with sand.
"If they are like Orks, you must exterminate every last trace of them or else they respawn." One tiny Ork spore could doom a planet. That was how the Flesh Tearers found their homeworld.
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He does blast an oncoming worm and it splats with goop to the floor. "Oh. I didn't mean to kill that one, but if you're certain..." It was strange really it feels like the more he's here the less he's held back harming organic life. But can you consider a gummy worm 'organic?'
"I'm Rock! You much be new, thank you for helping with the clearing."
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At least fighting xenos is familiar. In fact, maybe avert your eyes if you're sensitive as he rips the head off one of the creatures with his bare hands. He has zero problems killing those who mean harm. It's what he was, after all, made for.
A flicker of hesitation, because who does he want to be here? For ages he has held off names, bearing the mask of Sanguinius as though that were his identity. It was, in a sense, but he was not sure that availed here. Or why he was here. "Dante," he says, finally, simply. Without all the titles, all the rank, as if the honors that clattered on his armor meant nothing. Just Dante.
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"I wish Bass was here, he's good at killing too..." though Rock can do the deed, he's such a soft little robot soul. He'd really rather play with his dog or bother his friends. Pull a prank. But being a hero has its prices. Dante seems rather heroic too, Rock hopes.
Then there's a plap of noise and Rock stumbles back kicking his leg some. "Oh no, I stepped in gummy guts..."
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"We might wish for others, but when duty calls we must put those aside. I wish my brothers were here, as well, but..." but they're not. It's not optimal but it is what is happening. Dante has never been one to find utility in denying reality.
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Being brave for his size and perceived age.
"I miss my brothers too. I know I have some here but its not the same as the full family." He's probably only half understood what Dante meant. Assuming literal brothers.
dib | invader zim | new player | ota
One minute, Dib's at the dining table eating a pudding-covered sandwich for breakfast (still trying to get his dad-clone to branch away from horrible pudding), and the next, he's keeled over on the Space Bridge, desperately trying not to throw up. It's kind of a spectacle. Feel free to watch/laugh/be concerned over this literal child.
Once he gets settled in (which is pretty quickly, actually, once he's not feeling like death), he beelines for the observation deck, face pressed against the glass as he stares into space with wide-eyed wonder. This never gets old.
SPACE DUCK!
As soon as the words 'strange creature' leave someone's voice box, it activates Dib like he's a sleeper agent. He'd had his briefcase on hand when he was pulled onto the R2, so thankfully, he has an ancient (late 2000s-era) camera strapped around his neck as he skulks around the lower levels. He likes to think his "spy coat" helps him blend in.
(i'm familiar with Transformers canon so come at meeee i can also switch to brackets if needed :3)
SPACE DUCK! - Mo Malto, Transformers: Earthspark
She was pretty sure only the people that did maintenance usually came down here. And her, today. So it was both weird and potentially cool this kid was, too.
"Whatcha doing?" Mo asked, blinking at him. "Do you need help with it? If you do, you gotta tell me up front that it won't go up on social media. Mom and dad back home said I'm not allowed to use that yet."
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He tries to cover, clearing his throat and peeking around until he finds her. "Oh. Someone said there's some kind of creature hiding in the lower levels. I'm trying to hunt it down, or at least find some kind of evidence."
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Mo pondered tentacles and KWOK, then rolled over onto her hands and knees and then up to her feet. "Be really cool if it exists, and even if it doesn't, meeting somebody new is better than the nothing I was doing by myself."
She stuck out her hand that didn't have the cybersleeve just visible before it disappeared under her coat sleeve with the rest of her arm. "I'm Mo and ready to sign up for hijinks, cap'n!" She told him with a grin, bouncing on her light up sneakers.
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Spoken less like 'monster hunting is dumb' and more of an unspoken 'with me?'. He takes a second to process that before nodding. "Sure. With how Shutterstock described it, it's probably best to have backup. Although hopefully, there won't be too many hijinks." He nods certainly. There's a second of awkward silence before he remembers that she gave him her name. "Oh. Dib, by the way."
Also I forgot to say we went NUTS at seeing Dib being played, 75/10 choice
Oh right, she remembered when he answered. The space duck was supposed to be huge with tentacles and stuff.
"Weeeell if the space duck tries to eat us, we're a lot smaller so we can probably fit where it can't. Avoiding long hallways would be good too, we'll turn corners faster. Maybe. My mom is a park ranger and my dad is a history professor, the stuff they said back home comes in handy," she told him as an aside, tapping her chin. "I have a magic space sword too, but I can't make it show up on purpose. So, maybe don't make that our whole plan."
She puffed air out of the side of her mouth to show her opinion on that, then smiled as she tipped her head for him to lead the way. The pause was fine too, people weren't all the same. "Hi, Dib. Bet this'll make a good story for us to tell either way."
uwu!!
Although his new cryptid-hunting partner seems to know her stuff, too. He nods idly, relaxing a bit with her points about smaller sizes being a boon when hunting giant creatures, especially in a ship this big. The space sword, though, catches his attention. "Accidental weapon-summoning? Is this, like... a new ability that needs a learning curve or something?"
/gathers dib up
But that...is a child. An actual human looking child, and not one of the abominable intelligences he has seen since arrival. He might have lost his own humanity a few centuries ago, but he still remembers his duty. "Child. Are you unharmed?" He's trying to be comforting, but he's nine feet tall and speaks as he is: a military commander. So it comes out more of a demand for information than he might intend.
get this kid more trusted adults, STAT
He glances back out the window. "No one back home believes me about anything, but they especially won't believe me if I try to tell them about this."
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"Why would they not believe you? The galaxy is full of many wonders. And horrors." He sees mostly the latter. But still.
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"I have recently arrived...wherever here is. But my Chapter is widely traveled."
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That won't stop him from throwing caution to the wind here. "Chapter? Like... an organization?"
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"Chapter. Our legion was broken into chapters after the Heresy. Each of us is an autonomous military unit." Aren't you glad you asked? Cleared that right up!
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He set his briefcase down and rummaged through it until he picked out a little black notepad and a pen, starting to write and not exactly trying to hide it: 'tall, mil. used to tels + space trvl??' "I didn't even think about the language thing. I was more - people are a lot more skeptical about these kind of things back home."