TEST DRIVE #16 - Turbolifts and Ten Forward

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Option 001. Trapped in a Turbolift: This space travel thing is new to you, and you're starting to think the ship is purposely out to get you. A turbolift is just a grandiose name for an elevator, which should be the safest way to travel after all! But someone out there is out to get you, you're sure of it. Because the next thing you know, the lights flicker and the lift grinds to a stop. You're trapped, with whomever was unlucky enough to be in the lift with you.

It could be hours before you're rescued. These turbolifts span the entire massive ship, and don't just travel straight up and down. No, they can travel horizontally, vertically, sometimes even diagonally. You could be stuck between any deck now. There is a small access panel on one of the smooth walls, but how good are you with getting these things to work? Let's not forget that sudden stop tossed everyone around a little, and people could be hurt. Time to put your emergency thinking cap on, and make friends with the people beside you fast. You could be the only way back to freedom.

Conversely, you could slide that pack of cards out of your pocket and start a rousing game of gin rummy. Really it's up to you.







Option 002. Ten Forward: You have no idea what just happened. One minute you were home, minding your own business, and now you're on a spaceship in the middle of a crowded room! It looks like a bar. There are people eating and drinking, some in uniform, others not. Some are clearly aliens, and some of the food is looking rather strange too.

You've managed to land in Ten Forward. A long bar with barstools and a bartender span one side of the room, with a bank of strange computers on that same wall. It looks like people are ordering food and drinks from them. Tables are sprinkled throughout, and the far wall is nothing but floor to ceiling windows with a view out to space. It looks like a nice lounge, low conversation making the room hum.

Better ask some questions and find out where you are, or just tap the closest person on the shoulder and try to make friends. The bar is open.

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Poe Dameron | SW:TFA | Option 2 (will do my best to avoid spoilers)

[resistancepilot]

This isn't right. The bar looks like it could be a bar somewhere in the galaxy (though, to be honest, probably not one of the outer rim planets), and as for the aliens, well, just because they don't look familiar doesn't mean anything. He hasn't been over the entire galaxy, after all. It's possible there are still some species he's never come across before.

What makes this wrong is that he was climbing out of his X-wing just a second ago, and there's no way he could have made it inside in that time. There's no bar on this base, either. He's still in space, at least, if the stars he sees through the windows are any indication. This ship must be at least a large freighter, too, just based on the size of it. Something like what the First Order has. One thing he's sure of though is that this is definitely not a First Order ship.

At least he's still got his flight suit.

Re: Poe Dameron | SW:TFA | Option 2

[kaylinneya]

The woman walking past probably didn't make things any less confusing, since while having a weapon on either hip might not have seemed that out of place, the fact that they were daggers rather than blasters probably did. She carried a large overloaded tray towards a table just past him that would let her sit with her back to a wall and watch the room.

Kaylin's usual armor was gone, traded in for a long sleeved shirt, and dark pants. She still had the heavy boots, though, and her hair was staked back with a gnawed on stick. Around her shoulders was a small translucent dragon-like creature, about the size of a cat, that watched him with dark opal eyes. The woman's own eyes swept past him, taking him in before moving on, as she observed everything in the room.

The creature however, decided he was interesting enough to investigate, and it flew over landing before him on anything that would let it's head snake up to eye level as it chittered at him.

Kaylin saw that and swore, heading over to somehow collect the errant thing.

[resistancepilot]

The woman herself doesn't draw too much of his attention (other than the daggers; they're a bit old-fashioned. Even the outer rim planets have blasters), but the creature staring him down does. It's unlike anything he's ever seen before, although obviously reptilian. It must be one of the species he's not familiar with yet.

"Is that...yours?"

[kaylinneya]

"Or I'm its," she said darkly, making a grab for it. It jumped out of reach and hovered. Those wings should require flapping. It... hovered. "Still trying to figure the **** **** **** out." Her swearing crossed a half dozen languages, and would make a bantha blush.

The dragon-thing made a chittering noise at them.

[resistancepilot]

"It doesn't listen very well." Since it obviously doesn't want to do what it's supposed to. And has an attitude to boot. "Where did you get it?"

[kaylinneya]

"You wouldn't believe me," she said dryly, making another grab for it. It made a rude noise and flitted to hide behind his head.

[resistancepilot]

"You might be surprised by what I'd believe." He's unfazed by all the non-humans, after all, and by the fact that they're currently in space. Strange creatures are nothing new.

[kaylinneya]

She arched her brows and rested her palms neatly on the pommels of her daggers. Fine, he wants to hear it, she'll tell it. She smirked, knowing he'd never believe it. "During a chaos storm, possibly the one that made it rain blood, a woman had a difficult birth. Several did. This one gave birth to an egg. The Midwives gave it to me. When a Dragon from another world who had originally been from ours came to squat in my apartment, after turning down every possible offer of luxury and opulence, someone tried to kill her by throwing an arcane bomb in my window. The egg hatched, ate the magic in the bomb and kept us from being as destroyed as my home was." At that she made a sour face, pain and anger there. That had been HER home. Her apartment. Paid for with her pathetic pay chits. It was small and cramped and filthy, and it had been hers. And... and now it was gone.

Re: Poe Dameron | SW:TFA | Option 2 (will do my best to avoid spoilers)

[the_blood]

The man sitting at a nearby table might catch his attention, as he finished taking a long drink out of an ornate goblet and the the cup simply... vanished. That was so not the force. Though when the decanter on his table floated back to the bar, it was possible that was.

The man had gold eyes and sun kissed skin, his black hair slicked back with water, rather than product. He was keeping a somewhat subtle eye on a woman with the same coloring, as she puzzled over what looked like a game of sorts. She had a deck of cards, dice, and several kinds of tokens and small coins. Every now and again, one of them would glare at the other, though nothing was said, and the man steadfastly made sure not to so much as brush a piece with his sleeve.

[resistancepilot]

There's a couple, probably related by the looks of it, who wouldn't be out of place in his galaxy. The game's not one he's familiar with, but he knows even less about the games of non-human species than he does about the species. He doesn't play a lot of games during his downtime for the resistance. He doesn't even have a lot of downtime.

If they're communicating silently, that sounds like it could be possible, with what he knows of the Force. Not that he's seen many personal demonstrations of it.

He's not sure he should interrupt, so he'll just be watching them while keeping an eye out for someone who looks familiar.

[the_blood]

The woman finally looked up, her gold eyes irritated. "Help me test this variation, Prince," she said, coldly to Theiorn.

"Not a chance," eh said simply. "I know better than to play cradle with you."

Her eyes flashed with ire and she looked around. She spotted Poe and her temper sparked up again. "I suppose you're too afraid to play a game with me as well?" she asked, acid in her tone.

[resistancepilot]

Well the fact that at least one of them is some form of royalty explains a lot. Though it doesn't have to, of course; General Organa is former royalty and she treats people better than this. He has a feeling that he wouldn't want to spend as much time with this set as he would with others he's known.

It's not fear that causes him to decline her offer though. He's been through too much to be afraid of a board game. "It wouldn't do much good. I'm not familiar with the game."

[the_blood]

"Of course not, I'll teach you. It's simple enough."

Theiorn gave a rude snort.

Her gold eyes flashed. "It's not like I asked him to play chess," she snapped.

Theiorn smiled up at the stranger. "If any female of my world asks you to play chess, I recommend your run. Save yourself the headaches."

[resistancepilot]

"Only with the females? Are the men just that bad at it?" Or is this some strange sort of game?

[the_blood]

"Males cannot play chess properly," she said, primly.

He snorted. "Men have a sense of strategy and play rationally."

"Women are better, and we have better strategies," she said, her gold eyes flashing with anger.

"Sacrificing the Queen is not a better strategy! The Queen is to be protected!"

"The Queen is the most powerful piece on the board, Prince, it is her duty to protect the other pieces. that's all there is to it, Prince."

"The Queen gets killed the game is over, what happens to the other pieces then?" he snapped. "The pieces are on the board to protect the Queen."

They gared at each other with such an intensity, it looked like it very much might come to bloodshed if someone didn't stop them.

[indecisions]

Rey doesn't recognise Poe, she hasn't actually met him yet at this stage. It's unfortunate really, to be this close to one of the few people who knows what she's really going through and to not at all be aware of it, but such is life. At any rate, luck would have it that they meet anyway, just in unlikely circumstances. Rey's still milling about with her drink when she spots the flight suit, and she's so determined to talk to the person wearing it that she actually ends up slopping the contents of her glass all down the back of someone a few feet away from Poe.

She quickly apologises, of course, but it doesn't seem to do much and a loud argument quickly breaks out. Rey is shuffling and apologising, and before it can turn violent she quickly ducks and darts in and out of the crowd until she loses sight of the person. With that loud, attention grabbing commotion, it's only a matter of time before she finds Poe again, and she grins as she points at his suit.

"I've seen one of those before," she says, without so much as a hello, "Ages ago. Are you a pilot?"

okay so I guess this is turning into spoilers

[resistancepilot]

He doesn't know what started the commotion, but he does see the girl darting around in the middle of it. He doesn't know who she is, either, or have any idea that she's the one Finn organized the rescue mission to find. She's quick on her feet though, and probably good in a fight. Information that he stores away in case it's ever needed.

"I am. The best in the resistance." It's not bragging. It's a fact, the one that caused him to be selected to go after the information that could lead General Organa to Luke Skywalker. A fact that even Kylo Ren had picked up from somewhere.

Re: Poe Dameron | SW:TFA | Option 2 (will do my best to avoid spoilers)

[reincarnshaman]

Speaking of the First Order... here's a familiar looking face. Admittedly he's a bit ... the hair is longer and he's not as military neat looking, slightly slouched, wearing clothes other than black ... but he's got a black cat on his shoulder. So that's black, right?

He's walking in Poe's direction, PADD in one hand and coffee in the other so not really paying attention to where he's going.

[resistancepilot]

Okay, so this could be a problem. Admittedly, it is a little strange to see Hux this way, but if the resistance can sneak around and have spies somewhere, then it makes sense that the First Order would too. He just wouldn't have expected Hux to do it personally.

He hasn't got a weapon of any sort, which hopefully won't be a problem. Someone here must have one, anyway, if it turns out to be necessary.

He keeps his head down until Hux passes by him, then waits a few seconds and follows quietly after him, intending to do a little reconnaissance.

[reincarnshaman]

The cat on "Hux's" shoulders turns to stare at him, but for all Poe can tell, "Hux" himself seems to be completely oblivious. Also, as he's walking a holster for a gun appears. So, there's one weapon.

He goes out of the bar and into the corridor, making a left. It seems to be fairly empty of people.

[resistancepilot]

He continues to follow, but still at a distance. There's no need to take unnecessary risks and endanger himself if it can be avoided.

The orange flight suit might make him stick out a little.

[reincarnshaman]

"Hux" turns a corner suddenly and when Poe turns to follow, he'll find a very annoyed red head glaring at him and trying to grab his arm. "Is there any particular reason why you're following me?"

He does not sound like Hux. There's no where near enough sniveling in his voice. Also it's - for someone from Earth - pure County Cork, Ireland (or Eire from where Trever is from).

[resistancepilot]

"No. No particular reason." He rests his hands lightly on his hips, casually. He doesn't sound like Hux, at least, so he's probably keeping a low profile and not endangering anyone. "I just felt like going for a walk."

((yeah spoilers are a thing here))

[gotitwhereitcounts]

If you're asking him, it's not a very good bar either. There's no music, no gambling, and they have this awful thing they call synthehol, which as far as he can tell is a form of liquid terrorism. But if you know the right wheels to grease, you can get something that has a little kick.

The old smuggler sitting by the window needs all the kick he can get.

He hasn't been here that long, but the one nice thing about the place is that there's nobody from the First Order, nobody from the New Republic, and nobody from the Resistance anywhere to be seen. Until this Moof-milker walks in.

Han mutters under his breath and tries to ignore him, but he just keeps standing there looking stupid. "Sit down, Kid. You're ruining my afterlife," he gripes.

[resistancepilot]

It hadn't taken him long to figure out that this place isn't the galaxy he knows, and he's not expecting anyone from that galaxy to be in this one. Least of all Han Solo, whom he'd known was among the group of people being strafed by the First Order. It had been when he was on his way inside to meet up with the rest of the group that he had ended up here instead, so he knows Han better from the stories than from any personal interaction. Poe knows his story though, as much as he knows the general's.

He doesn't have to be asked twice to have a seat. "Your afterlife?" He's pretty sure that the only people who died in that battle were stormtroopers.