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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[Okay, this is starting to get a little ridiculous. Steve is trying to eliminate other casualties which means it's about time to get his own hands officially dirty.]

It's a request! That's enough. I don't have a problem with you and it's not their fault. Hurting them won't solve anything!

[He'll block the hand that swings at his face and shove it to the side. The fingers of the other hand curl tighter around the wrist he's holding. Steve will attempt to return the favor and swing his fist at Dun's face in return.]

[It's not their fault.

Those words have an effect and suddenly Dun stops struggling. He takes the blow to his face and doesn't even react with a punch of his own. It's almost like he's had an epiphany...or he's remembered something that he had forgotten, something important.

The man in the colourful outfit is right. Violence isn't the way, especially if innocents were involved and if he had no clear goal. He could slaughter everyone here, pile the bodies up to the ceiling, but would it get him closer to home? At least before, killing peasants was justified by helping his cousin catch up to Liu Bei. Now...he's not too sure. And he can't risk killing someone for the wrong reason again. Not after all it's caused him before.

His one eye, originally filled with rage and hatred, widens with realisation, and he merely glances away.]

Hmph. You call that a punch? My children can hit harder than that.

[There's still contempt in his tone but it's considerably lesser than before. Dun spits out a little blood to the side and tries to get up, one hand attempting to push Steve off him. The fight has clearly gone out of him and now he seems more irritable and tired.]

Get off me. You're causing a scene.

[He stops after one punch connects. Steve's not out to hurt anyone here, honestly. No matter how many times he has to check to make sure he's going to avoid it if he can.

Steve doesn't rise to the goading or the bait either. He'd pulled the punch a little but Dun doesn't need to know it. He's just glad the man is listening before this got messy. After a moment's hesitation--is it an act or is he serious?--Steve gets up.

Then he offers Dun a red-leather gloved hand to help him.]

You've got a mean swing yourself.

[The olive branch isn't accepted, but at least Dun didn't try to snap it. All he does is roughly push the helping hand away, eyes still averted and but tone slightly more brusque, almost like he's offended by the offered help.]

I don't need your help. I can get up myself.

[When he is up, he glares at the crowd that seems to have gathered during their fight. Irritated that they had witnessed his lapse of judgement and his short temper, he snaps at all of them.]

If you've got better things to do, what are all of you standing around for!? Off with you now!

[His sharp tones carry more bark than bite, but it works to send most people scurrying away from the area nervous and suspicious of him. Dun preferred that rather than all the scandalized looks some of that had been carrying.]

[When he realizes that Dun isn't going to accept his hand, he drops it. No skin off his back. He's the one trying here. Some people just don't want to be helped.]

Alright, sorry.

[Steve doesn't say anything about the rudeness. Pick the battles you can win or at the very least the ones you can make a difference in. An abrasive personality isn't one of those things you can just change. He just watches everyone scurry off.]

We good here?

[Dun doesn't answer the question because the truth is that he's not good at all. The realisation of how displaced in time and location is still sinking in, but it leaves a sick feeling inside him nonetheless. How did all of this happen, what this means for those he left behind and what is he going to do now are big questions that Dun doesn't have the answer to.

So, instead of focusing on what's important but unsolvable for the moment, he just eyes his opponent's shield and comments on his fighting ability.]

Not bad. It's unorthodox to fight just with a shield, but you're proficient enough to actually cause some decent damage.

[They're questions that everyone standing on the landing pad has right now. Steve at least has the experience of being yanked out of one century and into another. There had been a little more ice involved but it'd essentially been the same thing. Waking up that first day had been confusing needless to say.

Steve glances down at it and runs a hand along the edge.]

I've never wanted to kill people. The shield is sturdy enough to deliver a punch and protect me but it's only lethal if I want it to be.

[In theory, not even Steve is perfect with bullets flying at him but he does his best.]

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