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

[traitortwin]

[She eyes him behind that visor of hers for a second... then nods, content enough for the moment that he really has nothing to do with this.]

Fine. Then what do you know?

[airraid]

[well at least someone believes him. at least she doesn't know about his penchant for spouting bullshit. she'll find that out soon enough.]

I know ..

About as much as you do when it comes to wondering why you guys all wound up here.

[waiting for the punch ..]

[traitortwin]

[She actually does clench her fist and pull it back a bit! jklfajsl But she drops it again - still clenched! - and wills herself not to just bring it back up and punch him anyway.

But of course she's still going to snap, agitated.] Oh yeah, great. That's a big help, thanks.

[airraid]

[oh. excellent. because he really isn't in the mood to get any bones broken by some chick in armor that seems to have an anger management problem.

just sayin'.

and her snappish response just has him smirking.] No problem! If we were on the Citadel, I'd point you toward Avina - that bitch has all the answers.

[traitortwin]

[She manages her anger just fine, thanks. It's useful fuel for punches. Yep.]

Well, that bitch isn't here right now, so I guess we're stuck and answer-less. [Heavy sigh! And then she mutters, through gritted teeth, to herself:] Again.

[airraid]

[that is not managing your anger, missy. you need some classes, or something.]

Yeah .. I'd be pretty surprised to find one of her terminals on Omega .. I think it's like a Council-only thing or something.

[he stays quiet for a second, and then raises an eyebrow at her.] Again?

[traitortwin]

[She needs no classes, she knows how to throw a punch!]

Yeah. Again. [She cuts her eyes at him (not that he can really see as much).] So you've never been pulled somewhere you've never been before? [... sigh. more muttering:] Then what the hell is so special about us...?

[airraid]

[okay okay! moving right along because seriously no punching he'll break.

but he hears that muttering and you can bet he's going to comment on it.] Can't say I have, nah ..

Maybe it's your charming personality?