ten_fwd_meme | TEST DRIVE #16 - Turbolifts and Ten Forward

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TEST DRIVE #16 - Turbolifts and Ten Forward

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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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.

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.

Luke stepped into the lounge area, confused, still, and trying to figure out what was going on. He understood the idea that Q, who was apparently the most powerful, and yet not most evil, Sith around, had drawn him to this place. He understood that the Force was a long ways away, because he barely felt it as if from a long distance.

He frowned. It wasn't as if he was all that good a Jedi in the first place, since he had no training, and no real idea how to get more. But what he had was determination. If Q had kidnapped all of them, then maybe Q would return them. Maybe. Luke needed to think. He really wished he could see old Ben now, and talk to him.

Or Leia.

Hell, he'd settle for Han!

Force! He was really lost, wasn't he? He'd only been off his planet for less than a week. One day he was a farmboy from a desert planet with no prospects, and the next he was a galactic hero. Or something like that. Luke still wasn't sure he deserved all that much credit. Ben had helped him, and the Force had guided him.

When he stepped into the lounge, he felt something familiar for just a moment. A sudden positive tug, inside his mind. It felt exactly like the urge he had gotten to press the firing stud in his X-Wing just the day before. Which had turned out the right time and place to destroy the Death Star. Without hesitating, he turned with it, reaching out for anything else, but the Force was distant again, and he groaned in frustration as he came to a halt. What as he going to do?

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?"

Ailyshia had been walking past, heading for a table when she heard the woman's order. She stopped, hands settling on her hips. "There is no point," she told the woman. "The replicators don't give alcohol.

The woman who spoke had her black hair pulled back into an elegant style, though there seemed to be no pins holding it in place, it just... stayed. Her eyes were gold, and seemed sharply amused, her lips half quirked. Her sunkissed gold skin spoke to a lifetime outdoors in the sun, as did the dirt on the hem of her long skirt. It was a simple dress, nothing too ornate, and it looked like she had been working in a garden before she came in. Not that Rey necessarily would know that dirt for that sort of dirt, at that point. The woman wore an expensive looking pair of necklaces, one was an hourglass with gold dust in the bottom chamber, the other was an ornately set dark purple stone.

Behind her was a man of the same coloring, who wore a necklace of his own, with a deep green jewel set in it. His gold eyes were friendly enough but there was something... off... about him. Also from his stance... he was more like...hovering behind the woman, rather than just standing behind her.

Rey felt it too.

It comes as a shock to her, honestly. She drops her drink, eyes wide, and for a second she's completely still. As soon as it happens the moment passes though, and it's like her surroundings suddenly snap back into focus. Dropping to find the dropped cup and salvage it before someone breaks it under her foot, she starts muttering about 'weird things' and 'isn't happening to her', and she's tempted to just run the hell out of this bar before it happens again.

Something stops her though, and it isn't an altercation with an angry resident this time. Instead it's caused by her looking up and spotting a face. It's strange, she's certain that she's never met the person before, and yet he feels...familiar. Sort of. She can't explain it, and though she still wants to bail, she just deposits her drink somewhere instead and heads straight for him.

"Do I know you?" she steps in front of him quickly, preventing any path he may have wanted to follow, and her expression is incredibly serious as she scrutinises the man-- no, boy, really, he can't be any older than her. "You look- I don't know. Do you know Jakku?"

Agatha had been sitting at a nearby table, surrounded by parts and tools, goggles over her eyes that would have made Mas envious. She looked up when the hand was offered to her, and pushed the goggles up. she offered a grease covered hand and shook what was offered.

"Agatha," she said, as she claimed her hand back. She waved it to the seat across from her. She very specifically was not giving her last name.

A small little clank, looking like the bittiest droid ever, climbed up to the top of the table and looked between them, then walked over to Agatha and took one of the small cogs she had been working on, and set it into the device she was building, taking over the work while she chatted.

Luke was staring around, and trying to make his way toward the bar counter, to figure out more about this place. Maybe this bartender would be nicer than the one at Mos Eisley. Maybe. A small smile curved his lips as he moved. That had been an incredible experience, for all that it was scary, too.

Luke stopped when someone stepped to him, and spoke, and he blinked, coming back to himself, then staring at her, confused. There was something... something almost... what was it? His mouth moved to form words but it took him a moment to do so. "Uhm... what?"

Brilliant, Luke.

"I mean... I don't think do? Who's Jakku?"

Something was tugging on Ailyshia, drawing her through the crowd. When a Black Widow got that kind of a pull, she followed it. Learning when her instincts weren't just guesses, when they should be followed was part of her training. Whatever she was looking for, she'd know it when she found it.

And she stopped short just as he turned, the pull gone as they faced each other. Her gold eyes flashed with irritation. A male? Really? She should have ignored the pull after all. And yet, there was another tug in her. One she had never felt before.

Was this what the Coven had described? When Jaenelle had described? Hers? This pull to take this male and protect him, to accept his having a say in her life? The thought horrified her. By caste she was a Queen, and she was drawn to rule, drawn to building a court, drawn to plants and living things. But she had always fought the part of her that was drawn to ruling, to a court. Oh, she studied all she would need to know, she was given the best education, the same as the Territory Queens in Kaleer, taught by many of the same people who taught Witch; but like Jaenelle, she had never wanted to rule. Unlike Jaenelle, she was a Purple Dusk Black Widow Queen who didn't stand nearly so far into the darkness. She'd been able to avoid ruling by serving other Queens in their courts. She had loved serving Lady Sylvia.

But the part of her self, of her birthright that she had fought to avoid for so long pulled at her now as she looked at him. She tried to fight it still. What had the High Lord said? That bond could wane or break, like any other... right? But she heard another voice in her head, darker, feminine, asking about her honor. If she felt the pull, so did he. Could she really just walk away from him, leave him to suffer that way?

Mother Night, she HATED males. But... as cruel as she might seem, as sharp as her tongue might be... she couldn't do that.

She sighed heavily and offered a low curtsy to him. May the darkness have mercy on her. "Prince," she said, greeting him formally, her gold eyes watching him warily.

The man behind her, with the same sun kissed skin, gold eyes and black hair stumbled, staring at the back of her head. Who was this woman and what had she done with the Queen? This was NOT the Aiylshia he knew. What the....

He looked up and stared at the young man, getting a notion. No way... But... what if it was? He would like to have a brother, and he sure as H*** would like to have help keeping the Queen safe. He leaned back on his heels to watch.

"Disappointing."

Rey isn't overly devastated by the news, but when she turns to speak to the person who so kindly informed her of this fact, her curiosity ramps up to about twelve. Everything about the woman is interesting, from her attire to her adornment to her intriguing expression -- and the man behind her doesn't do anything to dissuade that. If anything it just makes Rey want to know more, immediately.

"I'm Rey," she says, and after a moment of not-so-subtle staring at the woman's companion, she turns her head back to her and gives an awkward smile and a hand offered for her to shake. "Who are you?"

Nothing like bluntness to forge a friendship, right?

Rey would probably have commenced a lot of pestering questions regarding the bar, her arrival there, how it all happened et cetera et cetera had it not been for the timely entrance of the little droid. Her face immediately lights up, and she drops down slightly until her head is near-level with the table so as to better look at the little thing.

"Oh my, he's amazing. Does he have a name?" she asks, glancing from Agatha to her droid and back again. "Do you have a name, little guy?"

Ro was 12. She was a 12 year old Bajoran in a Starfleet Ensign's uniform with a comn badge and phaser. She walked past him as he headed for the bar and wpund up taking the seat beside the one he was aiming for. She leaned up, to peer around, looking for Guinan, then sat back down, irritated, when she didn't see her. She ordered an andorian ale, and was given a glass of synthol. She sipped it as though she had always had exactly that to drink.

Ro was on her way in. He was older than he ought to be, and she was both older and...younger. Specifically, she was 12 at the moment. She crashed right into him and stumbled back, scowling. "You could try watching where you're going!" she snapped.

And of course, her being 12 didn't match the year the ship gave him. Not for either time Ro Laren had been 12.

Agatha saw the damaged scooter as she looked up from the small device she had been tinkering with. She tossed the device in the air as she got up, and it sprouted helecoper propellers and flew after her as she walked over. "Need some help?" she asked, covered in machine grease.

Skuld had been polishing off a rather large ice cream when she saw the crash. She hopped up and rushed over. The words popped out of her mouth before she could stop them. "Is it okay?" The concern was genuine, and yet again, yes... she was talking about the bike.

Luke stared, suddenly knowing, without knowing how, that she was the source of the pull, and feeling, for a moment, at her closeness, the Force even stronger. His eyes went wide and he felt a trembling rush through him. A shudder ran across his body as he stared at her, mouth open. Stars!

Luke had the urge suddenly to protect her, to help her, to figure out who she was and defend her from all problems. He had no idea who she was, but it felt right, it felt sure. He felt acutely aware of her, of her being female, and close, and strong, and even more, of her being powerful. For the first time in his life, being near a woman didn't make him feel uncomfortable. If anything, it made him feel more comfortable than he ever had in his life. As his trembling ceased, he drew in a breath, and the air itself felt almost sweeter.

Her sigh an curtsey brought him out of it, and he bowed, stiffly, jerkily, and with no skill, and smiled a little at her, his eyes wide, as she called him prince. Him!

"Er... not Prince. Just Luke..." He swallowed, something bubbling up inside him. it snapped free and somehow he knew, right then, words to say. "...my Queen. At your service." He knew not where the words came from, and yet, despite that, he also had meant nothing else in his life as much as he had meant them.

Some of the tension drained out of him, then, and he stared at her, confused.

"Who are you? How do I... why are you so familiar? Why do you feel like... like the Force, and yet not?"

"I'm the kind that scares bounties to bits." Ed was not meaning to brag but she does have the rep as proof. "So there's bound to be something to do in the end." her smile never fading.

The confusion in his voice causes her to deflate slightly. It seems as if he is just as confused as she is, and that's no help to anyone. Still, it's not his fault so she just shrugs her shoulders and gestures slightly wildly with her hands as she tries to explain.

"It's a place. A planet, actually, a scavenger planet in the Western Reaches. I live there. I thought you might have been to the outpost, maybe. Your face looks familiar." She squints slightly as she finishes talking, as if that will help her recall where the slightly familiar sensation is coming from. She can't know it's the remnants of the Force in her, after all. It's far too soon for that.

Squinting doesn't help any more than her questions did though, and finally she just takes a slight step back, allowing him some personal space back. "I'm Rey."

"Just banged up and pretty sure Ed lost a bumper and maybe a headlight. So nothing that can't be fixed with the right parts." Ed was cheery as she worked on finding the missing bumper.

"Any sign of either a flyer bumper or a flying headlight?" Ed asked the woman who came over. "But how did you add the propellers to your gadget? Because the idea is pretty genius if you ask Ed." the redhead was grinning now.

"Sorry, no. I just left Tatooine for the first time ever. Well, recently, anyway." A few days ago, Forever ago, also. He smiled at her, doing his best to put his best foot forward, so to speak.

She felt like he should know her and yet not. Like she was... well, almost like the Force. But... why so dim? Why was everything so confusing here? Her words made him blink. "My face looks... maybe you knew my dad?"

He nodded and stuck out his hand to her in the way the people here had shown him. "I'm Luke Skywalker. Nice to meet you, Rey." He isn't expecting any reaction, really, since no one here has known him, so far. Which is kind of a relief, anyway. Fame is amazing, but also scary.

The woman shook her hand. "I am Ailyshia of Dhelman Kaleer. This is Theorn of Dhelman Kaleer and H***." Ailyshia is a Black Widow, and personality wise, they tend towards the blunt and the snippy when they aren't trying to keep what they know to themselves. Sharp tongued, but some, like her, really do have a good heart under it all.

She considered a moment, then shrugged. "If you want brandy, we have some. We have Yarbrah as well," she said, gold eyes dancing with mischief. "And," she added, lips quirking with that same impishness, "I think I have the fixings for a Gravedigger."

"you are a horrible person," Theiorn informed her blandly, then he said to Rey, "The brandy is good."

"Feel free to leave," she said to Theiorn sharply, then smiled at Rey. "Shall we take a seat?"

"What?" Agatha asked, blinking, then followed her line of sight. "Oh, that's Dingbot Prime. The first thing I ever made that actually worked." Well, she wasn't too sure about when she had been a child. SOMETHING had prompted her uncle to make the mind disruption device that kept her stupid for ten years.

The dingbot turned and looked at Rey, then glanced back at Agatha questioningly. Aggie nodded and the dingbot walked over to Rey, inspecting her while letting her inspect it.

Darkness have mercy, Theiorn thought, grinning widely. She had a Prince of her own, she claimed him. Her felt perhaps a touch envious, but more, he felt glad for them both and relieved for himself. It would be so nice to have someone else around. And maybe with this Luke here... maybe she might even remember that not all males were scum. He seriously hoped Luke wasn't dead. He could use the rest when she wanted to go to work with the plants. Even artificial, that sun was too strong for him.

Oh Mother Night. She had been right. She held the leash for this stranger. Great. Just great. She sighed heavily, imagining how much Jaenelle was going to LOVE this letter home.

"Prince Luke then," she said with a nod, watching him. "I am Ailyshia of Dhelman Kaleer." And she would have to figure out some binding spell to ensure that if one of them got whisked away the other would go with. H***'s Fire! "Your psychic scent, like so many here, is odd. But I believe I could answer all your questions. Shall we find somewhere to sit?" she asked. Better that she suggest it before he started to fuss. One thing she learned for sure from the Coven was how much males loved to fuss. She'd avoided most of that, except from Yasi who had his own unique way of fussing. She had a feeling she wouldn't get to escape it again. Theiorn she could throw things at. This one... Great. Just great.

Ed's way of speaking went right past Skuld as she studied the wreck critically. She knelt down for a closer look. "We could just make a new bumper, and a new headlight," she said. And they could, and it could be awesome. Already blueprints were forming in her mind as she considered idea after idea.

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TEST DRIVE #16 - Turbolifts and Ten Forward

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Because in their world the Darkness is a GOOD thing

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With a starter like that, and me wanting her to meet more force people...

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