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.

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[unyieldingly]

[The warmth of a high noon sun so soon after the bloody battle at Vigil's keep is suddenly replaced by the shadow of the inside of a shuttle, the wooden boards at her back now metal and thrumming with energy. Hawke opens her eyes and blinks back the bleariness, glancing around at the people around her.

The shuttle stops and opens, the few people sitting now rising to leave the transport. With some hesitation, she follows, the view opening up to a bustling and crowded skyline, blinking lights in the faint half-dark.

This is most certainly not Kirkwall.

For a moment, she simply gapes. This has to be something out of a dream; this can't actually exist. She doesn't even recognize the people around her, much less the machinery. How is everything metal? Her head spins with the strangeness of it all and she quickly steps away from the main group, going to actually try and get a good look at the landing pad itself. With some care, she reaches up and touches the staff still strapped to her back. At the very least, she has that.

So where in the Void is she?]


(ooc: action or prose, up to you!)

[hellodeadpeople]

[ Omega is not where Jack expected to be, not considering where she was last and the last thing she remembers of this dimension - the relays imploding in shiny blue bursts and all. But it is what it is, and at least she's got the galaxy right this time. The best she can do now is go hunt down Aria and trying to get some kind of port out of this shithole.

That is, if the fur wearing newcomer in front of her ever stops gaping at the station and gets her ass moving. Probably some backwater colonist who'd never been past her own moon. Great. Omega's going the eat her alive. Yeah, well, curiosity killed the adventure seeking colonist, what else is new. Jack lets out an annoyed huff, speaking up behind her. ]

Mind the gap, space monkey.

[ Oh, hey. She's moving. Awesome. ]

[unyieldingly]

[Hawke glances back and then steps to the side, letting Jack go forward. She's calmed somewhat, though she still has a mind to believe this is all some fever dream from elfroot. It has to be; it doesn't make any sense.

But her eyes briefly roam Jack's figure, the tattoos standing out, and though she doesn't comment on them, it's clear they have her interest.]

Do you know where we are?

[hellodeadpeople]

[ She's about to be on her way when the question is shot to her, stopping to turn back with a hand cautiously resting on her pistol strapped to a leg.

Jack's used to the looks she gets for her ink, so it hardly bothers her. ]

Did you seriously get on a shuttle with no idea where you were headed? [ Jack... Can't really say much, though, as she doesn't even remember getting on the shuttle, and sure as hell didn't mean to end up at Omega. ]

[unyieldingly]

I don't remember getting on any sort of shuttle. They don't even have them where I'm from.

[A ferry hardly counts as one of these large contraptions. She's not sick and she's not hallucinating; that much is clear. Someone has to be able to explain what this is and how she got there. Jack may not be able to, but she can fill in some of the blanks.]

I'm from Kirkwall. Thedas. Are either of those familiar to you?

[hellodeadpeople]

Never heard of 'em. But I haven't exactly mapped out the entire galaxy.

[ Wearing furs... Doesn't know what a shuttle is... Doesn't know what Omega is... This is starting to sound disturbingly like Abax. ]

So... nothing going on here looks even remotely familiar to you?

[unyieldingly]

[Lovely. Ah, well, she can take some comfort in knowing that Kirkwall really is the sore on the galaxy that no one wants to know about. That's something to take some...odd pride in.]

Not a single thing, no. Sorry.

[hellodeadpeople]

[ Wow, this person seems seriously out of her time, and glancing around the station, there are... a lot of people that look like they don't belong her. Fuck and a half. The Abax shit is bleeding over now. Fuck this noise. ]

Welcome to 2186. If that means anything to you.

[unyieldingly]

It...doesn't, I'm sad to say.

[2186? Who waits that long to end one age and begin another?]

What age is it?

[ex_myturn41]

[well that. is certainly one way to dress yourself. not that carolina can really talk in this department given that she's in a full suit of power armor right now, but it's not every day you see someone ready to go to a Renaissance festival. or one that looks so confused by everything around them.

she's not familiar with their location, either, but she gets the feeling she might be a little more at home than this woman.] Hey. You alright there? [she wondered, staying a safe distance just in case this person proved more out of sorts than she imagines.]

[unyieldingly]

[Leaning against one of the side railings, Hawke takes her time to drink in the sights, sounds, and smells. It's too jarring to be away from Kirkwall all of a sudden, and though she can handle it just fine, there's just the nagging sensation that this is all wrong.

She glances over at the person who calls out to her, eyes widening briefly as she takes in the... Is that plate armor?]

I'm all right, thanks. What in the Void are you wearing?

[ex_myturn41]

[not quite plate armor but armor all the same. and she definitely knows that feeling, that sense that things are not quite right, but she had a lot of time to get used to it the first time something like this happened.

but that question makes her pause for a brief moment, if only because this is top-secret government armor, but she figures she can be vague.] Armor, is all. [she reaches up, in fact, and takes her helmet off, letting her red hair spill out in the process.] It was what I was wearing when I was brought here.

[unyieldingly]

[Well, whatever it is, it looks bulky...but effective. She's a bit of a deterrent as she is. Hawke wouldn't dream of picking a fight with her, not that she needs to. She raises an eyebrow as the helmet comes off.]

Armor doesn't look quite like that where I'm from.

[But she isn't wearing anything quite common either, unfortunately.] Where are you from?

[ex_myturn41]

[it's definitely effective. what hawke is wearing looks... odd, to say the least. but that's hardly a surprise.]

Well, not a lot of armor looks like this where I'm from either, really.

[that's...not an easy question to answer. er.] Earth. North America, to be exact. You?

[unyieldingly]

Ah. Well, that makes me feel a little better.

[Or it did until she said that. Hawke frowns.]

Thedas. Kirkwall, in the Free Marches. Is that familiar to you at all?

this is a really late tag back so if you drop it, that's good, but i figured i'd tag it anyway!!

[ex_myturn41]

[...well. that makes her frown right back, because that's not very familiar. she's familiar with other dimensions from her time on Tranquility but that's not one she ever heard mentioned.]

Can't say it is. I'm guessing where I'm from isn't very familiar either, right?

[unyieldingly]

Not to me, I'm sorry to say.

[Not that Hawke looks the part of an armed explorer. Her armor, while refined, is much more archaic in comparison. It's protective, though, and it allows her to cast. That's all she needs.]

[airraid]

[he's surprised to see her again, but when he does, he goes out of his way to shuffle over to her. because he's never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and she'd come between him and the high chance of getting a few bones broken.

and he's going to be forever grateful for that.

he nudges her lightly with a shoulder, grinning faintly.] So .. I never got a chance to properly thank you for saving my ass .. or ask what your name was.

[unyieldingly]

[Hawke turns back when she's prodded, her demeanor brightening when she sees him. She gives a faint chuckle, shrugging lightly.]

Believe me when I say it was nothing. Honestly. I've had odder introductions to strangers.

[Her smile curls at the edges, nearly sly in nature.]

It's Hawke. Marian Hawke. And you are...?

[airraid]

[hey, it's something to him when he could have very well gotten something broken if she hadn't come along and dragged him away from things.

so he smiles back at her, as much as someone like him can - which means it's really more of a smirk than anything.] Should I even ask? Sounds like it could be an interesting story.

I'm Joker. Yeah, it's a nickname, and no, I didn't get it because I was class clown in school. Kind of the opposite, actually. [pause. don't automatically start rambling about shit, joker. nobody really wants to hear it.] Now that the formal introductions are out of the way .. how do you like Omega? Ugly, isn't it?

[unyieldingly]

[she smirks.] You could. You might not believe it, though.

[Hawke gives him an inquisitive eye but nods just the same, smile remaining in place.] Joker it is. [not sure if she wants to hear the hows and whys, but...

she snorts.] And it smells acrid, don't forget that. It looks like it's been through a war.

[airraid]

[hey, if she wants to hear the hows and whys, he'll be glad to tell her - just because there isn't much to tell. people thought he was too serious in flight school. somebody thought they were being clever.

and for some dumb reason, it stuck.] Acrid .. doesn't cover it, I don't think. But I also don't think there's a word for the smell that comes from so many batarians and vorcha in one place at the same time.

[yep. rude.]

[unyieldingly]

I don't know how to describe it any other way. It's...pollution, plain and simple. I've never seen anthing quite like it. Nowhere back home is like this.

[No metal is like this, save, perhaps, star metal. And no one city would be so disgusting, not unless it was from the darkspawn taint.]

...You had me until 'batarians and vorcha'.

[airraid]

That's another question that seems to be going around a lot lately .. and it's not a pick-up line, either, I swear. Where you from?

[you should try explaining darkspawn to him sometime. it'd be a pretty interesting conversation.]

They're .. well. To put it simply? The scum of the galaxy. Or at least where the vorcha are concerned. Personally, I just think batarians are ugly, and that's why they're so mad.

[unyieldingly]

Thedas. Kirkwall, specifically, in the Free Marches. But I have a sinking suspicion that you won't know where that is.

[Because no one else seems to.

Hawke snorts, almost a laugh, and shakes her head.] I don't know what any of them are. All I know is that there are rather beautiful blue women, large creatures that look like turtles [krogan] and not many of the others seem happy.