outsiderslogs | intro log

who. everyone!
what. entering omega.
where. landing pads
when. today
warnings. none for now

You’re not sure how it happened.

A minute ago, you had somewhere to go, someplace to be. Maybe something important to do, or maybe you were just going out to buy groceries. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore.

You’re in some kind of transport -- a shuttle, given the turbulence and the sounds outside. You’re surrounded by strangers, some of whom might not even be the same species you are. There’s no point in asking. They don’t know how they got here either. The cockpit’s blocked off, like someone forgot to put in a door, and not even a glance at your omni-tool -- a holographic interface accessible by merely tapping the sensor on your left arm -- is any help.

You’ve only got a minute or so before the shuttle starts descending. There aren’t any windows -- this doesn’t look like a shuttle meant for long trips. When it finally touches down, the doors open automatically.

Before you are landing pads, abandoned equipment scattered about. There are other shuttles landing, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to get off before yours dumps you out the door. Turn around, and you’re met with a hazy skyline, only half the buildings seem to be coming from above.

Welcome to Omega.

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Better than stranded on a spaceship, at least. [It's muttered, but easily heard.]

Yeah? So then what are we here for? Is there some reason we just got dumped here?

Your guess is as good as mine, I guess we'll just have to wait for Aria to decide what she wants to do with all of us. [She'll politely ignore South's mutterings doo-dee-doo.]

Knowing our luck this won't be terribly fun.

[Probably the best plan, yes. Ignore away. Meanwhile, South also definitely cannot argue that her luck is pretty much like that, too.]

And who's Aria?

Aria, she's the asari who runs this station. She'll likely have an idea of what to do with all of us now that we're here.

"What to do with us". Right. I don't know about you, but I'm not just some thing waiting to be dealt with.

... [Sigh.] I also... don't... know what an asari is. [Man, just how far away from everything ever is she right now...?]

[Liara will blink and give South a bit of an odd look. She's been dealing with weirdness all day, she supposes this is just something else. Humans that don't know asari, what is the world coming to.]

I'm an asari, we're a race of aliens that are one of the oldest in the galaxy currently. But as far as Aria is concerned this station is hers and she'll allocate us some time to discuss things with her. Just don't be expecting diplomacy, you won't find much of that here.

[Stare. Well, that answers her other question of "So what is this person talking to me?" at least...]

Okay then. [Pause.] Look, where I'm from, we don't have any asari. So yeah. I'm really not from anywhere around here.

[She fidgets a little where she stands, now more aware of just how out of place she is. Lack of diplomacy, though? That, she can handle. But she'll keep that much to herself.]

[Yep, now her suspicions about alternate universes and string theory is all coming together. Can today get any more strange?]

Then you're in for a shock, humans aren't the greatest populace in the galaxy, here are many more aliens than just my race, especially here. The only ones I'd really tell you to watch out for at the krogan and vorcha especially in armour like yours.

[It probably can. Don't tempt fate like that.]

Yeah. I'll keep that in mind. But what is it about the armor?

It's different from most kinds you see around here, some people might want to attempt to steal it. Likely try to kill you first, then take the armour. But outside of that it looks well engineered, if a bit heavy.

They'll try, yeah. [Cocky? Just a bit. Also, she can't help but wonder...] So if this place is so rough, why are you helping me?

I'm not from here, I'd actually rather be anywhere in the galaxy but here. So being trapped in a similar situation, offering a bit of information to those who don't know about a potentially lethal place seems to give everyone a chance to survive here. Not all of us hate humans, most asari lean toward keeping peace. There are always exceptions to that rule though.

I see your point. I'm gonna guess that Aria's one of the exceptions?

Aria isn't fond of anyone who challenges her or makes a mess of her station. Outside of that unless you have a use or something she wants she doesn't care what you do, or if you live for that matter.

Great. Then so long as she stays out of my way, I guess we'll be fine.

[But hey, being stuck in this new place is still giving her flashbacks to being stuck on that godawful spaceship form of hell... and that much has taught her better than to completely turn down someone being helpful. So she relaxes just a bit - it's mostly an unconscious thing, but she certainly is a shade or two less severe now.]

I'm Agent South Dakota. ... South for short.

Nice to meet you South, I'm Dr. Liara T'Soni.

[At least here there will be a few people that can give her a hand, even if Liara doubts that South will ever want to hear from her again. She seems like a human that doesn't really like talking to other people.]

I guess if you haven any more questions I can try to answer them for you.

["Doesn't really like talking to other people" is a bit of an understatement. Meanwhile, Liara seems helpful and nice, but South can tell she's not exactly a pushover. She gets points for that much.]

I... don't. Not right now. [Except then, she looks down at her omni-tool, head slightly tilted to one side.] Except... I guess this thing is like a network device, right? I can use it to contact people?

Yes, you can contact people on it either through voice, text, video, or hologram. [Liara will smile and give South a nod before bumping her contact information to South's Omni-tool.]

There, should you need to contact me for information.

Right. ... Thanks.

[She sighs, still exasperated by this whole situation. She's particularly annoyed at being in a position where she's clearly going to need some help at the end of the day... ugh.]

Hey. I... don't have information. Obviously. But I can fight. So find me if something comes to that.

[Her way of returning the favor. Really.]

I'll let you know if something comes up. I've already logged the IP address of your omni-tool, just in case.

[It's a nice offer, Liara will call her on it some day maybe.]

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