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

[soldad]

[ Arthur rolls his shoulders a little, as if not agreeing or disagreeing with Lisbeth. But he did survive, did what he could and what he felt was the right thing to do. He'll likely do the same, here.

As long as he's not a science experiment.

The common, less intimate ground is appreciated, and he gives a small half smile. ]

Mine didn't have all this technology. Hell, [ He gestures to the Sacrosanct-issued armor, ] This isn't even mine. But I've had a while to get used to the nuances of it.

[selfconfidence]

Might as well run with what you've got.

[ She shrugs indifferently, because that's her approach. Arthur may come off as frustrated with not returning, but Lisbeth takes it as is, perfectly satisfied. There's unresolved matters to deal with, but right now, every little thing is an opportunity. First time she's ever been optimistic after all. ]

I'd kind of like to have that armor myself.

[ Because it is rather good looking to begin with. ]