intro log

[ceoqueen]

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.


ooc notes
You’re free to expand past the landing area, but please start all threads here. Please remember that your character will not have housing until Aria makes a post granting it; it’ll be on outsiders and linked here when it goes up.

Comments

[calibrating]

Working to save the galaxy from a total extinction level event at the tentacles of an army of really pissed off living starships.

Or at least, that's what I was doing until I wound up back here.

[He fidgets in place. Sarcasm aside, just reiterating their predicament (for lack of a better, more urgent word) spikes his nerves. Physics destroying anomalies aside, they don't have time for this. Not when, within the span of every conversation he's had here, millions of people are doing.]

[starspangledspandex]

Sounds like we were both dealing with big problems. Yours might be a little larger in scale.

[Just a little. His focus had been Earth and that only. This just sounds like a mess. His brow creases as he looks around again.]

You have a team?

[Seems kind of hard to do alone.]

[calibrating]

Part of a team, yeah. Very definition of ragtag, but our CO hasn't steered us wrong, yet. We'll get what we need to get done, done.

[A pause]

Or, at least, we would if this didn't happen.

[starspangledspandex]

I know what it's like to work with a ragtag team. It can be rough. A good Commander can make the difference.

[By that logic, he is apparently failing miserably. His team is not doing so hot at the moment.]

Any theories about all this?

[calibrating]

We have a damn good commander keeping us in line.

She's just not here. And that's what's troubling, along with all of this talk of arrivals not knowing why they're suddenly docking.

Don't even get me started on all of these alternate universe claims.

[starspangledspandex]

Good to hear. I hope it goes well when you leave.

She might have escaped whatever this is and it might be for the better if you have a problem that large.

[There's a pause because aliens in space had once been a little unbelievable for him.]

Alternate universes?

[calibrating]

I don't doubt she can handle things without me, if that's what actually happened.

But I'd still rather be by her side than stuck here.

[Annnnd that's gonna be one hell of a segue, because not even Garrus is entirely sure he knows what's going on]

Lots of people are claiming they're here from some different version of our galaxy-- got one person who laid out an entire story for me. Didn't believe her at the time, but it's hard to ignore the evidence now. Unless this is one, huge, elaborate prank.

Not very funny one either, if you ask me.

[starspangledspandex]

Let's hope so, I'd like to live long enough to head home and win my own war.

[He nods.] Understandable.

[Steve listens attentively and tries not to be distracted by the weird things on the side of Garrus's face that flick in and out as he talks.]

I've met people from different years. It shouldn't be possible.

No, I can't say I'm entertained either.

[calibrating]

Well, now that we've established that this joke is in entirely bad taste, all that's left is to find out who's playing said joke.

And then jam a bullet down their throat.

[starspangledspandex]

We'll find out who it is, one way or another.

[He's absolutely sure of that much.]

I don't know about that part. A cage is worse than a bullet.

[calibrating]

Maybe so, but a cage also makes a bit of wiggle room for escape.

I'd rather not let that happen. Not with whatever bastard is responsible for screwing us over this badly.

[starspangledspandex]

[He shakes his head.]

I don't want to kill anybody.

[Sorry, Garrus!]

[calibrating]

Works for me.

I could use another notch, anyway. It's nice to know there won't be any competition.

[SORRY STEVE]

[starspangledspandex]

[Have an unhappy and disapproving look.]

Violence isn’t always the answer.

[calibrating]

I'm well aware of that, but diplomacy isn't always the answer, either.

Some people deserve a bullet, and unless someone has a really good reason behind getting us stuck here, kids included, I'm not about to put my money on diplomacy winning over violence.

[starspangledspandex]

Laws are put in place for a reason. We'd have anarchy otherwise. People would be killing each other left and right for whatever reason suited them. One man doesn't have the right to decide what justice is.