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THE N E S T ([personal profile] onemind) wrote in [community profile] emptynesters2016-02-03 09:43 pm
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TEST DRIVE #1

LET'S GET (meta)PHYSICAL




WELCOME TO THE TEST DRIVE and thank you for your interest! Though the game hasn't started yet, we've put together a mini-mission with a few different goals for your characters to pursue. In the interest of flexibility and allowing players to experiment with the game mechanics, we invite you to pick your own broodmates, experiment with abilities and specializations, talk to each other and maybe make up some pre-established cr, and generally play around however you like. This test drive will not be game canon, so take this chance to go nuts!

For the full experience, we strongly encourage players to write up a short blurb about what their fellow characters might know about them either through shared time on the Station or through the Nest mental link. Handy links can be found at the bottom of this entry if you have any questions or want to place a reserve.
          HELINOS TOZ
...is the smallest galactic empire located in the second disk of the Silver Halo Galaxy. For thousands of years, the neighboring CONFEDERATE OF BAL and INIVIAL COR(P) have eaten away at Helinos Toz's territory and now have reduced the once-great empire to a single moon ruled by the Last Empress. Though she is a child who owns little in the way of property on the galactic stage, the Last Empress still holds a precious seat in the shrinking Galactic House of Chairs. From this seat she and her allies have managed to keep a stranglehold on the throats of Bal and Inivial’s expansion efforts into the fourth and fifth disks of the Halo. She has accomplished this task by viciously excising loopholes in galactic regulation. Paradoxical though it may sound, the outer rings view the Last Empress as one of the few remaining heroes for the common man against the absorption of either the Bal or Inivial, a symbol of the dangers the two great empires present and a name and a heritage that even today commands respect. While Bal and Inivial may have radically different galactic goals and famously spend their time hounding one another in the house of chairs, they can agree on one thing: the Last Empress and her tiny moon kingdom are a thorn in their side. In an effort to pluck it, Bal and Inivial have joined forces to do away with the Empress and her moon forever.

While a direct attack on the ground empire moon would be an undeniable act of war, and would result in heavy sanctions which would only serve to set their goals back further, there are ways to destabilize the moon without actually putting boots on the ground. Inivial has decided to sacrifice one of their own assets to achieve this: the planet which the moon orbits. Helinos Prime is a cold, dead rock, without it's own atmosphere, as well as the site of a significant Inivial mining operation. It's this very operation that Invivial intends to utilize. By mining directly to the planet’s core, they will harvest a massive amount of heavy elements, cutting heavily into the planet's mass and degrading it's orbit in space-- making it a risk to surrounding inhabited worlds. Galactic regulation demands such a threat be absolutely absolved- by total destruction. Further, it states that these dangers must be dealt with in no more than eight hours, regardless of any other sanctions or treaties. The act itself is quite sterile: a beam weapon located in the first ring which is capable of destroying most planets in a single shot as long as alignment is correct. And once the planet goes, so too does the empire moon.

But even getting rid of the empire’s last land holdings wouldn’t do away with the Empress herself, which is why the Confederate of Bal’s massive armada has opted to choose today for a sprawling training exercise in their space above the empire moon. As is their right under the Secrets and Sanctions treaty, they have refused the operation of any other space traffic in that sector until their exercise has been completed. The paperwork is filed, notarized, and finalized. Under the guise of the Bal and Inivial’s mutual animosity, the two super powers mean to trap the Last Empress with the very rules and regulations she’s spent her young life manipulating to keep them both muzzled.

In summary: the Last Empress and what remains of her small royal envoy are stuck quite literally between a dissolving rock and the hard place of the Confederate of Bal’s guns with no diplomatic wiggle room. Should the empire of Helinos Toz fall, the majority of the house of chairs will turn in favor of expansion and it won’t be long before the Halo’s outer rings become the stage for a vicious war between Bal and Inivial. Those citizens of the outer rings will find their lives drastically changed as those two powers dash to make opportune land (and space) grabs. If the Last Empress can be saved, she might be able to successfully reveal this act of aggression for what it is, and use it as a way to rally the rest of the house of chairs, around her and the interests of the outer rings she stands for, against Bal and Inivial.

YOUR MISSION is to help the Last Empress escape the empire moon before it can be vaporized by Inivial, and to slide her and as many of her retinue as possible through the lines of Bal’s armada undetected.


          PROMPTS
ONE • DEBRIEF: NOT AS SEXY AS IT SOUNDS
You've been given your mission file (see above) and outfitted with the appropriate gear to see it through. Today that means thermal suits designed to withstand face melting temperatures and a small cadre of ships that seem awfully familiar... if you're not mistaken they're the same ships currently in formation above Helinos Toz. You can ask Prince where he got them or Cathaway for some flying advice, but you probably won't get answers that makes any sense. Hopefully some of you know how to fly. Hug your friends, say your prayers, and wave Station 72 goodbye because it's time to...

TWO • HITTING ROCK BOTTOM
...sabotage a giant plasma drill! Down on Helinos Prime, Inivial's massive mining operation is a veritable labyrinth of tunnels and substations. Luckily you've been provided with schematics (if you feel like using them), and with some trial and error you should be able to navigate your way to key points in the mining operation. It won't be possible to completely stop the machine from coring the planet, but you just need to buy a little time. Suggested targets are the drill's targeting interface, its coolant systems, and its auxiliary stabilizer vents. How do you do that? Time to use your imagination. On the plus side, no one's around to stop you. Inivial already evacuated their on-site personnel which, come to think of it, might be a bad sign.

THREE • HURRY UP AND WAIT
With Inivial's drill momentarily on pause, it's time to rescue an Empress. Does she even know you're coming for her? Well, she'll find out eventually. There's room for six extra people on the ships provided, meaning you have exactly enough room to smuggle her and her closest advisers off of the empire moon. You've got six hours before you can (and really SHOULD) leave. Right now it looks like there's time to kill. Get to know the locals, the moon's bustling trade port, or its local population of cute dragonbirds. You have a collapsing planet below you and a veritable wasps nest of ships above you. Enjoy it while it lasts-- or bypass it all and wait for your window of opportunity with the Empress and her envoy.

FOUR • INTO THE WILD BLACK YONDER
The stealth ships can travel invisibly while in atmosphere, but there's no tricking the sensors of the Bal's ships. Luckily you fit right in-- almost. Pretending to be Bal ships might make the most sense, but what if someone notices you're out of drill formation? Even worse, what if someone detects you leaving the empire moon? No Bal ship is supposed to be down there. You could always try finding another ship to take into space, something with a little bit of stealth or maybe a harmless trading vessel. Then again, no one's supposed to be coming off the moon and into this space at all. Think fast, talk faster, or hope your pilot is really good.

FIVE • WILDCARD
Honestly? This is your show. Go surfing on some subterranean lava flows while stalling Inivial's mining efforts, try to take all the Empress's gold leaf dining room chairs with you when you evacuate the empire moon, or maybe you're done with this whole mission alltogether and want to try hijacking a ship from the Bal's armada and flying it out into space until this whole thing blows over. There's a whole galaxy out there; what else could be waiting for you?


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[personal profile] narcissithstic 2016-02-06 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
So it would seem. [Pointed and tinged with sarcasm as she recoils to set her fingers to her lips. Often times the universe does not function as scholars or the devout would swear: if there was some grand system of fairness in place, anarchy would not reign or flourish in the absence of an empire designed to benefit every living thing dwelling beneath its shadow. In this moment, however, it only seems right that she finds herself nursing along an aching knuckle.

He's no less smug for it.
]

We have a mission to fulfill - one that does not involve coddling this world in its final moments.

[Stop petting the birds already, gosh.]

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[personal profile] tiltings 2016-02-06 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She fixes him with a blank look as if she didn't know at all what he was talking about. A bird biting her was not ultimate proof of the pointlessness of the universe. Merely that it was hungry. So very particularly, once the sting wears off the bite, not so deep as that, she reaches for another bit of jerky and takes her eyes off him to give the bird that had bit her a bit of jerky. Immediately it butted it's head into her hand, looking for it, giving her an excuse to give it a scratch at it's feather and scales. Tolerated as long as it had something in it's mouth.

Animals were animals. She never expected them to be more or less than that. After what she'd seen, she didn't think there was kindness in making them think like Daine put it - two legger smart.
] Greedy little monster, aren't you? [ It cawed happily, head tilted up into the pet with feathers on display. Someone had been feeding the things long before her for them to be so friendly, was her best guess.

When she turns her face up to him again, giving him a openly pleasant look. Connection or not, she never would get in the habit of expressing much.
] By my reckoning of our mission, we have nothing to do for a few hours yet. [ She still has some jerky left, and their were more mouths to feed, apparently, from their squawking, jumping and nipping at her boots for what was in her hands. ] Why don't you join me, instead? We look more at ease for the people here, keep them calm so we can go about our business easier if that puts you in a better mood for it. [ Sensible, straight forward sort of thought. ]
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[personal profile] narcissithstic 2016-02-10 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
No. [The start and end of her persuasive argument, apparently. In truth, beyond the obvious disconnect between appearances (he would look ridiculous sitting on a bench, coated in wildlife) he has no desire to draw so close to another of his kind. Symbiotic creatures resonated, reacted; the Force draws every note in, amplifying it, sending it back. It would be taxing at best, and telling at worst.]

I do not intend to stray from our given directives.

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[personal profile] tiltings 2016-02-10 11:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Was he here, she wonders, because he was bored or just looking for company? She could find out of course. Press a little harder but - the manners she'd been trained to, the art of being so utterly expressionless so that she wouldn't be rude, seemed to serve just as well now. It'd be rude, and would want him no more pulling at her mind, her thoughts ( twisted up knot, hurting somewhere deep when she looks at the birds, squabbling and fussing and preening their feathers so bright, so pretty in the sun, a little while, it would be gone for the greed of it all. Always to greed, to anger, to selfishness, and she doesn't know these people, but she knows the four year old, laid out in Haven, where if she didn't look, he seemed just to be sleeping, and the sensation feels the same, hollowed out -- ) she preferred to keep her own. He could keep his too.

She's as content to herself as with another, to be too fussed with it. She looks to her side, at the little bit of jerky she has left. That's as good an out as anything. A little selfish, because she can't afford the hurt, she can only afford to do her duty. He's as good a reason as anything else.
] Do you fancy walking a patrol? I could use the escape before they realize I've run out.
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[personal profile] narcissithstic 2016-02-16 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
[He stops at that, seemingly drawn to the idea of integrating their objectives - biding time was never a particularly strong suit of his, even long before he took on the name Kylo Ren and the bloodied mask that went along with it. One that tilts just slightly, nodding out a careful agreement.]

Near the palace. [They can cut through the market and its crowds, keeping a somewhat low, unobtrusive profile.] Come.

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[personal profile] tiltings 2016-02-16 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her face is calm as ever, as she dusts off her hands, because where she might feel the edge of his impatience, she is nothing but. Her mind is always regimented, weighing everything. Doesn't exactly hurry, but she's business like as she gathers up the little she had with her, and then throws the rest of the jerky to the dragonbirds that immediately return to fighting over them. Pulling at each others feathers and stealing from each other's hungry jaws. ]

After you, Master Ren.

[ Polite as ever, and she takes up a even pace beside him as they walk. He's one of the few people she ever has to look up to, save Lord Raoul. Content just with the quiet, for all she's friendly, she's as easy being reserved as talkative.

So she waits until they're heading towards the edge of the park -

- Then when they're a fair distance away, she looks down at herself, tugging open her over jacket that she hadn't closed very particularly tightly.
]

Alright, you can come out now.

[ And one, two, three birds immediately take flight out from the depths of her clothes where she'd hidden them from the hungry creatures. A flurry of feathers that whirl around her, as they stretch their wings from where she'd had to coop them up for their own safety. ]