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Date: November 1st
Location: The Observatory.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Observatory after their initial briefings. The zombie plot will not spill over into this area, this area is safe and unaffected! To face zombies, characters must leave the area, and please move to the event log with those threads.
Warnings: None.

Your arrival here has been very unceremonious. One second you were somewhere else, and now, very suddenly, your feet hit the glowing white of the Transporter pad, and you're here. You aren't alone, either. There's a crowd of others around you, each seeming just as bewildered, angry, or confused as you might feel. At the head of the group is a woman in purple robes, solemn and taciturn. She hurries over a quick overview of your intended purpose here, and gives direct answers when asked for them, but to most things she simply shows you how to access the tablet you've just been given, or tells you that the DITR's greeters will explain everything. On the tablet, you can find the history of this place and a record of what your new cohorts have experienced — although it won't have Network access for another 8 hours. Someone stands on hand to give you a weapon, and though the armory is now greatly reduced, you should be able to find something to suit you.

You're shepherded down a walkway tunnel and into the Observatory, where you will find screens mounted on three sides of the wide room. It's night outside the great wide windows, and the lunar landscape isn't much to look at right now; the only lighting comes from dull red emergency lights, but there are… noises. Listen carefully. Over the voices of your fellow Transports, now and then you might catch the sound of a scrape, or a low and muffled cry. It doesn't sound human. Are there animals up here?

You're free to explore the base, visit and use any of the VR rooms, or discover your new room and roommates, but try not to step out of any airlocks if oxygen is a requirement for your system.

Welcome to the moon base, and to the remains of Exsilium.

[[ ooc; As a note for players of current characters: please keep your root comments confined to the various groups and organizations that set up root comments to greet new characters! We highly encourage tagging around here, but since it's a log meant for new characters specifically, we ask that they be the ones to set up root threads to the entry. Thank you, and happy playing! ]]

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Darth Maul | Star Wars | ota

[horncrown]

[ Which moon? Was one of his questions as there were thousands of them and to say 'you're on a moonbase' to someone that had traveled as extensively as he had was just ludicrous. When the term Earth came to his ears he felt quite puzzled. It was not to say that Maul knew every planet out there but he had a fairly intimate knowledge of his own galaxy. Earth barely even fit the typical structure toward naming let alone sounded remotely familiar.

Aside from the crisp purple and black (which he now knew had no relationship to his first consideration), it was the key words of weapon with the additional guarantee of 'evolving to fit you' and the continuation toward an interesting tangle of politics that kept the Iridonian from making any fuss in sight of his vague interest.

After being left alone to his own devices, Maul simply takes slides through the crowd of people taking note of anything interesting. The Force was chaotic here. It would take some adjusting. ]

[irritating]

[ Apollo is absolutely not part of any sort of welcoming committee so she isn't here for the purpose of helping out newbies. The reason she's here is because she had been napping with her dog nearby and the flood of people had woken her up. So here she is, leaving her enormous dog to continue sleeping away in his corner, wandering around and idly wondering if it's possible that someone from her crew has shown up this time.

Unsurprisingly, she finds no familiar faces. But she does notice an unfamiliar one that interests her and because she has no manners or inhibitions, she's just going to go ahead and blurt out what she's thinking. ]

Hey weirdo, nice - [ Were those tattoos, or his skin? She was unsure, so during her quick pause in speech she just sort of makes a circular hand movement in from of her own face as she decides on, ] uh, face.

[horncrown]

[ He is not entirely unused to stares from others. Even on Curoscant - largely multi-species populated - it was rare to see an Iridonian or any other subspecies of Zabrak. They had spread themselves out quite far through the galaxy yet tended to remain outside of Republic grasp. It was almost funny when you found statistically they were just as common as human. Twi'lik also high up on that list.

This is unlikely to be anything known by the one commenting on his face. He is, quite honestly, baffled by the comment for a second. Even though they weren't common around many parts of the core everyone knew what an Iridonian looked like and it was never very wise to irritate one. Not just that, honestly, the comment itself seemed so juvenile.

Yet he managed to bypass his confusion fairly quickly in favor of the inevitable irritation. One gloved hand extended as he reached out into the force with intentions of lifting her from the ground with an uncomfortable invisible grip around her neck. Just enough to make her squirm a bit, he'd think should do.

But his voice sounds calm enough: ] It is almost humoring how similar bravery and stupidity are sometimes.

[irritating]

[ Even had she known that he belonged to a species that most people knew not to annoy, it's likely she would have approached him with her nonsense anyway. Apollo is definitely the kind of person who only learns that playing with fire gets you burned after she's stuck her nose in the flames - and even then the lessons don't always stick. And honestly with all of the bullshit she spews at strangers, it was really only a matter of time before she poked that one sleeping lion who wasn't going to put up with her... but even though she did on some level recognize that she was likely to be attacked one of these days, she wasn't exactly prepared for this.

Her hands fly to her throat with the intentions of ripping away whatever it was gripping her there, only to discover there was nothing physical. Oh great, she's pissed off some kind of sorcerer. A touchy one too, apparently, but she doesn't voice that thought because she's got something more important to hiss out right now. ]

What the fuck are you doing!

[ She can still breathe and all so she isn't necessarily panicked, but she is very clearly annoyed and trying to struggle against whatever the fuck it is he's doing to her. If his intentions are to make her literally squirm under the invisible pressure on her throat, well, he's achieved his goal because Apollo's little wings are flapping furiously as she fidgets, trying to figure out how to fight what she could only assume was magic with physical movements. ]

[horncrown]

[ It is not that he is ashamed of his nature, of his species, or even of his appearance. If she sticks around him enough she will come to find that he is a very proud sort and simultaneously not one to take jokes or slights very well. The larger the pride the more sensitive they are about themselves it seems. Too serious.

He tips his head at least intrigued by the manner in which she reacts. Full and ready to retaliate if she had the means to, he sees. Not fearing, precisely. Not fearing much at all if at all, no. She is a fighter, rather. Well, at least that warrants her some points.

Unperturbed by her shouting, he chuckles a bit to the half-frantic squirming. From how she reacts its almost as though she is completely unused to people striking out when they don't like what comes from (what he assumes is likely) her uncensored mouth. Proof, he supposes, that the rarity of those who stand their own in any and all circumstances is a rarity everywhere.

But after a moment he releases the grip after a short and possibly frightening tightening that might have almost felt like it was only going to get worse. ] Your ignorance picked the wrong direction to be pointed at.

[irritating]

[ Apollo is not afraid of dying and she's not afraid of pain - most of her bones have been broken at one point or another, she's been shot, stabbed and scratched more times than she can even count, and she's had half of her left wing torn off so at this point her pain tolerance is pretty impressive. Even though she's still struggling against an invisible force, there's a certain stability to her that suggests she knows how to deal with and power through it. She feels the tightening of the grip and a hiss more feline than human escapes her as she continues to scratch at her throat as though the answer is there somewhere. When no results are achieved, her hand begins the spark of a motion towards the pistol holstered at her hip - but the motion is incomplete and the idea forgotten, because in that same instant she is also released.

There's a wheeze and a cough as she sucks in an unrestrained breath of air, hunched over a bit as she regains her footing. ]

Yeah well sometimes my ignorance kinda runs off to make friends in the only way it knows how, y'know? Ah - augh, [ Another raw sounding cough. ] Gods aldickin'mighty that was fuckin' rude as shit.

[ Yeah, says the one who annoyed him in the first place. It is clearer in her body language now as she straightens herself up that she's much more guarded and defensive, even though she's still cocky and stupid enough to continue being a smartass, going so far as to breath out a short laugh. ] That how you say hi to all the ladies or am I just fuckin' special?

[horncrown]

[ He quite clearly sized her up and took in to consideration whatever this struggle could tell him about her and her character. What he found was partially appealing. So she was not just someone who ran their mouth without consideration beforehand. She only seems to gain more of his interest when she comes to terms with the situation; her mind at work with retaliation and resistance. That too-familiar jerk in muscle toward an instrument that could aid her ambition just moments before he let go.

There's a small tug at one corner of his lip but he otherwise says nothing to her claim of his rude behavior. Still she keeps on and perhaps that also warrants his amusement. Congratulations, Apollo. Whether or not piquing Maul's interest is a good thing is wildly unknown but you have. ]

Special is a word for it.

[irritating]

I'm fuckin' - tickled pink.

[ The sarcasm in her voice is indication enough that she probably isn't actually tickled pink or anything of the sort, just keeping up her asshole routine as a weird sort of defense. Had he walked over and punched her in the face she probably would have caused an incredible fucking scene by now, but where he had used what she was assuming to be powerful magic, she was reacting differently. Apollo was entirely physical, relying on brute strength and weaponry and honestly, she still hadn't quite figured out how to deal with offensive magic. ]

Y'know, most girls are charmed by flowers, jewelry and big cocks though, so next time you might wanna fuckin' skip the magical choking n' go for somethin' more traditional, yeah? [ Here she goes spewing out her bullshit again, although the entire time she does so she looks pretty defensive, and maybe even a bit confrontational. She knows now that he's got some power to him so she is watching him like a hawk and her body looks ready to snap into a fighting stance in an instant. Despite her ruffled feathers, however, she's been very resilient in standing her ground this entire time - not once has she stepped back or advanced, showing him both bullheadedness and defiance. ]

[horncrown]

[ They are probably already making a scene. One relatively calm black uniformed alien versus one relatively human (but clearly not) looking woman flipping her shit. No, he had gathered that she is more fight so why had she not retaliated yet? She is not a force user. In his mind, he thinks this is why. She has come across something she doesn't know how to handle but yet still refuses to back down.

The slightest mark of amusement twists his features enough for her to see. Whatever attempt she was making to retaliate, if such an attempt was being made or if she was simply doing it for her own emotional benefit - it wasn't working so much. Probably because he really did not care about what most girls liked. Please, really. Does it look like he goes for 'average'?

Besides, even with her sarcasm aside that was really not at all how his species determined worth ha ha ha, no. That's hardly the point of all this, he thinks and snorts a laugh. ] Are you done?

[irritating]

[ Honestly? She didn't know what the fuck she was trying to, and that was just kind of... how she did things. Blindly tossing around incredibly stupid (and usually vulgar) insults and ideas, mostly trying to entertain herself and possibly trying to keep the situation ridiculous because things were just easier to deal with like that. ]

I dunno, might be.

[ Despite her response, naw she's pretty much done. For now. Apollo wasn't one to give up on pestering people when she was on a roll or enjoying herself and their reactions, but with Maul, well. She wasn't entirely sure if she would be entertained by what he'd do if she poked at him further. Still though, she doesn't lose her inherent boldness and flashes him a brief, fake and forced smile when she notices a glimmer of amusement in him. The woman knows damn well that she's being scrutinized, and to that she responds with an attitude that seems to spell out something along the lines of fuckin' go for it asshole.

Really, it was a wonder nobody had murdered her years ago. ]

[horncrown]

Good. [ He snots a little to himself with amusement and complete disregard for what had become a bit more like a show for her, it seemed. No, she might learn fast that in order to get under his skin and not be murdered there was certainly a different way in which it needed to be handled.

And now that you have his attention, you poor girl. He will return her lack of common decency for his own: ] What are you? Not unused to unfavorable odds, I see.

[irritating]

Yeah, well, you get into a lotta shit when you're on the road forever.

[ For a moment she considers making up some stupid shit about what she is, but ultimately she decides to tell the truth. It's not like it's something that she ever seriously tries to hide anyway, considering her species is fairly common in her world. ]

A mutt. Kinda watered down, but still a human gryphon hybrid. [ A pause as she looks him over, remembering that not everyone here knows what a gryphon is and noting that he in particular looks uh, pretty foreign. ] Basically you got human, bird, and feline with me. So what about you, sugar? Gonna tell me what your face means now or areya just gonna invisichoke me out again like an asshole?

[badnewsboy]

[anything interesting? well, there's a fourteen year old boy, conveniently sneaking around the cookie table and lifting as many cookies as he can before shoving them in his pockets. (he needs a stash for later, who knows where he'll be when he needs a sugar rush?) it's hard to tell exactly what anyone thought a short boy of this age would do for them, really. upon closer inspection there may be something kind of odd about him, misplaced, maybe. it's something that even an astute mortal may be able to place if they were trying.

all and all the variety of people and their differences weren't something that bothered him. there were far more different creatures that lived among the Nine Realms than he could ever count, and their audiences were oft requested by the All-Mother for their republic. government things he usually listened into but never interfered in (except with the blackmail, there was always something).

but right now.

cookies.]

[horncrown]

[ Bulks of people scattered and separated quickly in their venture to acclimatize themselves. Some were distraught over various reasons. It seemed the foremost and most obvious was how they came here and why. Then the concern for their previous endeavors; the fear rattling about when they realize they are not anywhere familiar or surrounded by anyone familiar; the anger that came toward how someone would dare do such a thing. So it went on and on causing plenty of influx and all sort of amusing the young Darth.

Maul had settled himself against a wall and strangely seemed to have gone relatively unnoticed by many people. He continues to watch and listen (also feeling something negative and strange in the distance that nags at his interest) but something else has caught those yellow bloodshot eyes.

It's hardly the act that piques him - the stealing of whatever (carnivore, excuse him) - but it's what he feels about this child. Something incredibly chaotic. ]

[badnewsboy]

[Loki was doing his best not to try to dig too far into where he had been. (in all honesty, it was never a pleasant situation to confront yourself in need of yourself, forcing that self into erasure.) so all things were pushed to the back of his mind, and everything else of more of a pressing matter brought to the forefront. he was thankful for the distraction.

for a moment the hairs on the back of Loki's neck prick, and he glances over his shoulder to find a peculiar horned fellow staring at him.

Loki stares back.

And also eats a cookie slowly, his cheeks moving as he stares.]

[horncrown]

[ There is a slight tilt of his head when he sees the boy acknowledge his gaze. It's quite all strange what comes from this boy. He is curious, but he is not very good at initiating conversations. He takes a moment and gazes around just a second before deciding to move forward and toward the young one. ]

[badnewsboy]

[in all of his gallivanting across the Nine Realms, Loki had seen many creatures. this wasn't the most mish-mash array he's ever seen, surprisingly. there was more variety in the All-Mother's court.]

Oh, hello. Welcome and greetings and all of that appropriate stuff.

Have a Midgardian baked good. This one has sprinkles.

[and he waves the cookie up with a gloved hand, back and forth with his wrist. no fear, this one.]

Quite the crowd, eh? Our captors must be an eclectic bunch.

[horncrown]

[ The sparkling example of what youth was regardless the power youth had almost hit him flat, vaguely recollecting things he is not fond of remembering. Such as Orsis. Yet he brushes it off and gives a casual wave to the treat. Maul had little appetite for things outside of his diet (and would likely get ill, anyway. His body functioned differently). ]

I have seen more variety [ he comments ] I must wonder what the parameters for their search are, or if they hold bias toward certain kinds.

[badnewsboy]

[Loki shrugs when he waves it away, sort of like saying "your loss." he tosses the whole cookie in his mouth and proceeds to talk while he's chewing. the All-Mother wasn't here to tell him how rude he was being, so why not push it a little?]

You believe that they've some sort of criteria for abduction? Perhaps they merely press a lot of buttons until we all show up. There hardly seems a reason for it.

[horncrown]

[ Maul is hardly bothered by it. He contemplates a moment before crouching down with ease to continue their conversation. Any dozen of reasons urged him to display a simple kind of acknowledgement. None he will talk about if ever asked. ]

I believe nothing yet.

[badnewsboy]

A dose of healthy skepticism is always needed in such situations. Regardless, we're all in this together!

[well, that certainly makes it easier to talk to him, and a bit easier to keep his voice down. you know, like this whole exchange is really some kind of secret.]

Hurrah for together!

[horncrown]

Oh, you think that everyone will have such an attitude as that? [ He muses a little, not quite certain if there was a level of sarcasm in the child. ]

[badnewsboy]

Well, I suppose we could all be very separate in our own bubbles of the space personal while we were in the same vicinity. That would clear up the misconceptions that come with such a heavy term such as "together."

[it's very hard to tell what he's playing at, but he looks satisfied despite it, and rewards himself with another cookie.]

[getoffmyearth]

[He hasn't maybe been interesting in ages. At least not in terms of power. after he threw away all his Star-Lord abilities, trying to take down something way over his pay grade. Heralds of Galactus tend to be hard to put down. One could, however, be forgiven for thinking that he might be something just slightly freaky with the remnants of what's left of his old life, and because the face of his current mask and helmet does not do much in the way of being attractive, and he walks through the moonbase like he owns the place (even though he doesn't, and he doesn't ever want to be in charge of a place like this) and knows it like the back of his hand (which he actually does, because it would be stupid not to).

Interesting, though, is certainly a word that could be used to apply to people with bright red and black faces. He's been all around the universe, but he's never seen that before. Among all the intelligent guesses, though-]

Hey, you with the- uh, face? [Nice one, Quill, that was polite.] You don't happen to be an Inhuman, do you?

[horncrown]

[ This whole face comment is going to be a reoccurring theme, he thinks. Which interests him only in that this group of people, the Initiatives, had managed to reach out through thousands of galaxies so far away from his own.

Bloodshot yellows look toward the source with a calmness yet a scrutiny. Felt human enough (but again, the Force is so chaotic right now. It's difficult for him to truly understand it currently). Not a uniform he recognized either.

Inhumane, maybe he somewhat humors himself before bothering to actually answer. ] I am not classified as Inhuman, no. But to the egotism of many humans, I am Alien.

[ Which rubs him just a little even though his Master is human. The entire concept. Many species remained secluded to their own area and region and were nowhere near the numbers of humankind. Zabrak were not one of those species, however. Easily rivaled human in number, merely often remained away from the more common spaces in which humans dwell. ]