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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.

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[ 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?

[ 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.

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. ]

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

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.

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?

[ Ah, so she always speaks like that. She has such a rough syntax that she reminds him of the kind of people you would see in the Crimson Corridor or perhaps a few choice outer-rim planets that - aside from hosting that which does not wish to be found - is overall hostile wild lands. Hutt territory came to mind.

He looks outward for a moment, a calm response: ]

With a mouth like yours I can only imagine you must make up for it with something useful. [ The yellow-bloodshot gaze returns to her. Yes, foreign indeed. Black and red and a crown of horns. Jagged teeth and yellow-red eyes. A superior attitude that could easily supply ego to the entire 'fleet' if you would. Somehow quite possibly rivaling her own. ]

A hybrid. [ And here marks Maul's constant denial that he is also a hybrid. Never will you ever hear him admit that he is part human. Ever. ]

Our kind are known as Zabrak or Iridonian's depending on subspecies and philosophies- a few Iridonian have taken it upon themselves to abandon our more feral nature. [ Looking at you Eath Koth. ]

[ Well goddamnit she was on her way to being a bit more normal, but he's just about set her up there for even more vulgarity so here she goes. ]

My mouth's plenty fuckin' useful, you just failed spectacularly at bein' charming so you'll never know! [ She knows of course that he's talking about her obnoxious nonsense, but she's just so used to using this sort of bullshit to manipulate men that even though she has serious doubts that it'll actually work on this particular guy, she's doing it anyway out of habit. ] But also fuck you, I've got lots of talents and I don't even need to take my clothes off for most of 'em.

[ As for the explanation, well shit it clarifies pretty much nothing. She never knows what any of these damn species are and yet for some reason she keeps on asking people about it. There is one thing in there that she latches onto, though. ] Feral nature meanin' what exactly?

[ Then again, this human half has the potential for darkside magic which might be adventagous yet his grand disliking for the entire Nightbrother/Nightsister thing on Dathomir has left him with no desire to even go near that. Perhaps somewhere down the road he'll fix this whole mess and completely destroy Mother Talzin and her Nightsisters.

How it even happened is beyond him. How did they domesticate Iridonians? How?! Almost fascinating in the kind of way that sends him into blind rage.

Back to point: Nope. Sorry Apollo, there's an entirely different method of manipulating this guy and its likely not any way you've had to deal with. Maul dismisses what he can only assume is another lewd suggestion barely even giving it a moment's consideration. ]

We are hunters and warriors by nature.

[ Well shit, nothing on that front either. He really was a pretty serious type then and, as she had so personally discovered, the sort who wasn't afraid to resort to violence either. That combination of traits right there should be enough to ward off any normal person... but then you have Apollo, still standing there interjecting with nonsense whenever she can. He's got her talking (relatively) normal at the moment, but her mind continues to work, wondering where the balance between irritating him to the point of hilarity and irritating him to the point where she ended up decapitated or some shit was. She may not be afraid of dying, but that doesn't mean that she wants to. ]

Yeah? Sounds like a rough bunch. [ With what she's seen of him so far, she can't say that really surprises her. ] That shit's kinda secondary to us. Well, primary to me 'cause I've got too much human in me not to be a brutal bitch, but the purebloods, most of 'em are adventurers and inventors first, warriors second.

[ There's literally only a second of silence before she's blurting out her next thought. ] Hey, d'you ever headbutt people? Bet that shit would fuckin' hurt, y'know, what with your crazy horn shit y'got goin' on there.

[ He had humor in him somewhere. It was just usually exposed over a dead body or two, or the mocking of one particular kind of species, or possibly it came and went without explanation and what might have been entertaining once would never be again.

He crosses his arms and muses a little to himself over this whole extended conversation. He wondered if there was anything more than pride that kept her here still. ] We can be.

[ Understatement. The Iridonian kind were known to lose themselves in bloodlust to the extent that they end up destroying everything, sometimes each other.

However he is taken from this momentary musing to step forward just a smudge with an tilt of his jaw to one side. ] I have. It's how we show affection for each other.

[ he sounds completely honest about this-- he isn't. ]

[ It had a bit to do with her inherent curiosity about literally everything too, really. Her kind is a quizzical bunch, accredited with some of her world's greatest inventions, so even watered down it's second nature for her to stick her nose in everything. She just happens to be really rude about it. Apparently she's inherently responsive too - even though his step forward doesn't appear particularly threatening, instinct forces her back a bit straighter and her chin a bit higher. Subtle, but alert. ]

It's how you show affection. [ Was he shitting her? It sounded like such bullshit, but she was finding it impossible to read his face or his voice right now. He's just so... serious, so after a little bit of deliberation she ultimately just laughs and falls for it. ] D'you guys have rhinoceros skin then or d'you tell who's the most popular by lookin' at all their little dents and holes?

Edited 2013-11-07 19:26 (UTC)

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