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welcome to omega, round two.
who. everyone!
what. in which the new arrivals join the outsiders.
where. landing pads for new arrivals, who then head through the markets to the residential area.
when. today!
warnings. n/a
This time, when the shuttles arrive, the landing pad isn't so empty. There was no saying these people wouldn't show up again, and though Aria isn't going to be happy that they appear to be coming on a schedule while the rest of the system is grounded, there doesn't appear that there's much to be done about it. A group of her batarian agents are there to escort incomers off the ship; some are taken aside for questioning, but when it's clear they know nothing of their origins, they're let go. Some new arrivals may notice that these shuttles don't simply depart -- a number of them are escorted off by other shuttles, deeper into the station.
After that, though, there's little the batarians can do about them. They're sent towards the residential district by way of the markets and financial sectors. The housing areas they arrive in aren't in the best of shape; while there are other outsiders to this galaxy already at work trying to repair the damage, others aren't bothering with it at all.
This is Omega. If you don't find some way to pull your weight, you'll be dead in no time.
what. in which the new arrivals join the outsiders.
where. landing pads for new arrivals, who then head through the markets to the residential area.
when. today!
warnings. n/a
This time, when the shuttles arrive, the landing pad isn't so empty. There was no saying these people wouldn't show up again, and though Aria isn't going to be happy that they appear to be coming on a schedule while the rest of the system is grounded, there doesn't appear that there's much to be done about it. A group of her batarian agents are there to escort incomers off the ship; some are taken aside for questioning, but when it's clear they know nothing of their origins, they're let go. Some new arrivals may notice that these shuttles don't simply depart -- a number of them are escorted off by other shuttles, deeper into the station.
After that, though, there's little the batarians can do about them. They're sent towards the residential district by way of the markets and financial sectors. The housing areas they arrive in aren't in the best of shape; while there are other outsiders to this galaxy already at work trying to repair the damage, others aren't bothering with it at all.
This is Omega. If you don't find some way to pull your weight, you'll be dead in no time.
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"I have a pretty good understanding, but I'm almost two hundred years behind this tech." Kengo stared down at his omni-tool as he activated it, visibly tensing up as the bright orange system covered his arms. It was like activating a switch on the Fourze system without the suit being used as a base. Putting it into that sort of context made it easier to understand.
Now that Tali had managed to make him more comfortable with it, he started tapping through a few items, seeming to get the hang of it fairly quick. Most of these features were just like ones he'd built into the case he was carrying, except more advanced and more mobile. After a few moments, he lifted his head and looked back over at her.
"I engineered a few things back home. This works like a better version of a system I designed." Kengo tapped the case for emphasis, though opening it up and showing it to someone wasn't something he would do easily. At the very least, it was nice to talk to someone who loved to talk about technology. It was the first thing he'd want to understand about the world and it was the only thing that felt familiar.
On that note... "The technology here..." It was worth asking, wasn't it? Since what he worked with was most of the most advanced forms of technology in his world. "Have you heard of something called cosmic energy?" Maybe it wasn't even what they called it anymore, but his experience working with it would certainly make him fit in more if it was the primary source of tech.
things i can't do - tag on time
"They're impressive equipment. When you start with a new one, they can be used by anybody at all - but the longer you use it, the more it keys into your thought patterns and the way you personally respond to stimuli. Eventually, it can barely be used by anybody else - like attaching someone else's arm onto your own." She's still watching him tap at the interface, clearly gaining confidence the longer he works.
She thinks about his question for a moment, murmuring the words, "Cosmic energy...." to herself thoughtfully, but all she can come up with on the spot is, "Do you mean dark energy? Seventy per cent of the universe's make up, responsible for its expansion?"
She's not sure if that's what he means, though - they don't exactly use it in technology; they know very little about it.
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"It's similar to dark energy. My father started research on it about twenty years before my current time. His notes said he found a device on Earth's moon that he didn't know the origin of, but it was composed of cosmic energy and reverse engineering it helped him to find out ways to use it. I've been working with cosmic energy for the last year and a half with most of the technology and systems I build. It's an infinite resource, once you figure out how to use it..."
Kengo stopped himself at that point, realizing how much he was rambling. It was a topic he was passionate about, clearly. However, it was a bit disappointing to hear that technology didn't use his father's research at all. If this was the same timeline he came from, then it was possible all of the research was lost with the destruction of the KRC. After all, Kengo had really been the only one with access to the research.