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[initiates]

Date & Time: Sept 23rd, 2012.
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports have all arrived and have been shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings.
Warnings: None.

You've just been hustled and bustled through mazes of information and literal, wide corridors of the Initiative Hold and you've been equipped with your weapon—be it a gun, a sword, or even your existing powers. They've handed you this light netbook and a small pouch of coins (or a debit card, if you're more inclined), and there are several Transports before and after you going through the very same motions. You can hear the Greeter's voice as she walks alongside large groups, telling them all about the history of this place and sharing with you your purpose here in a hurried and urgent tone. "This isn't standard," she's saying, walking perhaps faster than most of the people she's dragging around. "We don't normally have so many Transports at once. Please, let me show you into the courtyard."

You pass what looks like huge gymnasiums, all with dummies and targets strewn and splayed around the room. Training areas. There are even classrooms, and a few small offices. You're rushed past a large library while the Greeter informs you that you can find almost all your information there, if you've got the time to look—and trust her, you'll have time. You don't spend a lot of time in the bank, and it's a bit of a blur of exchanges with more and more of these strangely-accented and oddly polite-seeming members of the Initiative.

Soon enough, you're in a massive courtyard bustling with all the other Transports. It's not exactly what you'd expect, and it looks more like barracks than anything—huge walls of concrete and stone, separating you from all of the hallways you'd just passed through. It's raining heavily, and dark clouds loom in the air. It's a chill cold, and there are shelters—long cloth hangings that extend from the walls of concrete to house you from the rain, but not enough. Most notably, the courtyard is filled with a marketplace. Even in the cold and the rain, there are several citizens seated at their covered booths and tables. They're selling all manner of their own handmade goods and foods, and citizens and Transports alike are traveling from one small covered shop to another in search of all manner of necessities.

The Greeter's voice has become so faint now, but you swear you can make it out in the back of the crowds as she tells you, "Good luck. Be safe!"

Her voice is drowned out by the busy marketplace, though even the transactions taking place are somewhat subdued. Nobody is overly happy, really, though most citizens can be found with smiles on their faces. It doesn't seem like they're that shocked to see you, either; even if you're not bound in tattered rags and wrapped in heavy shawls as they are. You're welcome to walk up to a shop, and find yourself something to eat—hey, maybe you'll even find something akin to a raincoat. Or, you can join the others under the coverings against the walls. Where am I? What war? She was talking so fast, and it didn't all make very much sense… did anyone else catch it all?

Welcome to the courtyard. Welcome to the Initiative Hold—and most importantly, welcome to Exsilium.

Comments

[ex_symbioses706]

Mm, Macross Frontier! Have you heard of it?

[ Looks up to address the helmet at least as she asks, getting her hopes up despite herself. ]

[raisedbybirds]

[She wracks her memory, feeling like she should know the name. Samus is well-traveled, after all. Then again, space is a very big place...]

I can't say I have.

[ex_symbioses706]

I see...

[ Droops 8( ]

Well, um - oh, what about you?

[raisedbybirds]

[Nnnnoooo disappointment is not a thing she enjoys in the company of younglings. As for her question, it's a bit of a loaded one for Samus.]

...I am an orphan. Born on planet K-2L and raised on Zebes.

[ex_symbioses706]

Ah!

[ oh no 8( she kind of scrambles for what to say to that ]

Well - then we're kind of similar. I wasn't born on Frontier either - at least, I don't think so - and I don't know my parents...

[ ksljf this is such depressing talk for a new transport though ]

Oh! But I really love Frontier, and I hope you get to see it one day!

[raisedbybirds]

[OH GOOD she still has her planets.]

Tell me what it's like. Is it pretty?

[ex_symbioses706]

[ yeah.....sure she does..... ]

Mhm, it's really pretty. Frontier was built to be an eco-ship, so it's very very green. We have a beach on a biiiiig sea, and it even has islands! And part of the fleet are islands too - ah, but those are more ships rather than being like natural islands - and each of those are different, too. The Zentran ship has a lot of trees and greenery too because they use it for agriculture.

[raisedbybirds]

[oopsies]

It sounds very pretty, and spacious. The biggest self-sustaining ship I've been on used holograms to fill in what it couldn't maintain naturally.

[ex_symbioses706]

Holograms? How does that work?

[raisedbybirds]

It makes a artificial simulation of plants, or walls, or other things. A trick of the eye. Have you ever encountered anything like that?

[ex_symbioses706]

Mm! It's like our sky. Of course we don't have a real sky like a planet when we're out in space, but there's a simulated one.