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

[starspangledspandex]

[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?

[anarrowtotheeye]

[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.

[starspangledspandex]

[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.]