subnautica | A Fortunate Arival

[Arriving on Base]

[He was vaguely aware of waking up inside a small capsule. If he was to describe it he would liken it to one of those escape pods you see in scifi films. He might have had more to describe if he hadn't been violently jerked out of one perceived reality to another. After all, it was a little hard to go from a rather unpleasant state to suddenly waking up in a small capsule and being attacked by some horrible sea monster.]

Oh what bad luck!

[But as soon as he said that much a laser fired out and monster got distracted going somewhere else. before he knew it something was shooting him out and directly towards the base. Though his legs were a little wobbly, and he definitely needed a moment to gather himself it didn't take too much effort to board. As soon as he walked in he smiled cheerfully.]

It was lucky after all!

[Med Bay]

[Despite a safe arrival he was not in a good state. Being stationary for the minimum of a month, the maximum of who even knows is hard on the body, especially Nagito's body. For the time being he was simply resting in one of the beds, though trying to get up every so often to move around. However, staying here was troubling him. He had taken measure of himself, it was someone else. A person that worried him.]

I guess my assumption was true then....

[Did that mean he failed? He had to know... he had to know if his plan had been successful, if he had saved them! Still... if he was here....

He lifted up his left arm and stared at the hand there. That hand that didn't belong. A woman's hand with red nails....]

This really is unlucky in the end.

[Library]

[It was later at night and Nagito had more or less made camp in the room. There wasn't anywhere else for him to go. Taking a private room didn't feel right, and he couldn't bare the thought of sharing it with others. However, he liked the idea of being where all the books in this place were. He could read them at leisure, and unless someone told him he couldn't stay... well, it was a free space, right?]

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[Er. Dirk looks at that hand. He was here to touch up on medical equipment but wow. That sure is something.]

With full consciousness of how phenomenally awkward this is in terms of a first meeting, do you need to get that replaced? It should only take a couple days to put something together.

[He clutched it and turned to the side. He really hadn't wanted anyone to see it. He was still trying to process it even.]

I....

[What did he want to do? He wasn't quite sure. He knew he didn't want it.]

That sounds too simple.

[Dirk, on the other hand, is just really calm about all this. As usual.] I'm really fuckin' good at robotics. [So, not a problem.]

But hey, if you're happy with the model, no big deal.

That good?

[He relaxed slightly thinking about it.]

I'm not. But... why would you offer something like that? I'm a stranger... and not even worth talking to.

[Looks like another for the Teenagers With Dangerously Low Self-Esteem club. (Maybe they really should form a club. Dirk thinks about it but he's pretty sure he'd be shit.) Either way, he offers very little in terms of reasoning there. It's just his even, low tone, and his lack of expression.]

You look like you need one and I can do it. Worth and familiarity don't really factor into it.

Well, I'm hesitant to just accept your word. You look pretty young. Unless you're some kind of ultimate engineer.

[Mechanics can go throw themselves into the deepest trench around.]

But, I don't think my luck is so good right now.

[He glanced up towards the ceiling, thinking of how much water was above them.]

And It should probably stay bad. But, if you really are that good, I suppose it would be wrong of me to refuse.

[And probably better than him just chopping the thing off, because that was probably going to happen if someone didn't intervene.]

[This kid talks strangely. The reference to Ultimates doesn't quite ring a bell, but almost. Dirk moves on.]

I ain't any kind of ultimate anything. I've just had a lot of time to built robots, robotic limbs included.

[Deciding not to just try to argue out his credentials, he navigates another route.]

I'm Dirk Strider. I built a lot of the robots around here, but the robotic horse that guards the farm is probably the most nuanced work I've done in terms of sheer structural complexity. You can check her out, and if she seems adequate you can contact me over communicator or find me in the lab.

Ah! I've seen the ones around here, that's quite impressive! You seem far more easy to deal with than him as well.

Maybe I am lucky... ah, but I hope I'm not too lucky.

[He laughed softly.]

I'll take your word for it about your horse, though perhaps one day I'll go see her.

[And an introduction. A western name?]

A pleasure Strider kun, my name is Nagito Komaeda. I have no accomplishments other than arriving her today alive.

[Of course Dirk recognizes the name. Suddenly it makes sense. Ultimate. That 'him.' Nagito Komaeda is a Hope's Peak student. He's the hope fetishist that Hinata mentioned. Someone who would use despair to test hope.

Jesus, are all of these Hope's Peak kids weird about value and accomplishments?

Either way, Dirk keeps to his neutral attitude. It's not so much a mask as that Komaeda has not managed to hit the required level of emotional intensity for any response to show through. Dirk is still working on his emoting skills.]

That can be a big one. The farm is worth checking out whether or not you give Rapplejack herself a visit. We can always use help in tending to it.

Where is this farm exactly? I've only seen water so far. Not that I've gone much else outside of this clinic.

[He sighed, he should really try and investigate this new area, but he still needed more time to rest. Why couldn't his stamina be better?]

Though, that is a good suggestion, I don't know how well I could do farm work. I'm good at cleaning though if that's any use.

But... I suppose first I should worry about two functioning hands. How embarrassing, to be seen in such a state.

There's a tunnel that leads straight to it from the main entrance. [He built it entirely to try to keep his brother out of the storm during hurricane month. It was not effective.] It's under a glass dome down here.

[A pause because.]

Yes. Embarrassing is exactly the word that comes to mind. [No.]

Well, maybe if it's not too long. I'm still a little unsure of being underwater like this.

[It was just like a ticking time bomb, how long would it take before someone drowned because he had a good day?]

Well... it's hard to feel anything else. I'm rather unsure about it. There's a lot of questions to be had when you've been asleep for at least a month.

Were you at the Monolith?

[It's his first assumption. But he's pretty sure that people were there recently? Didn't Karkat and Chara go? Surely they'd notice people in the pods.]

I'm not quite sure. I was in some kind of pod, it was a bit hard to really get my bearings waking up suddenly in such an unexpected place. Especially since I wasn't expecting to wake up at all!

[It had been a huge shock. And then a monster... but everything had been fine after that.]

Hmmm... I suppose given this chance I should actually ask some useful questions.

[Because already things just weren't quite adding up.]

Where is this? And what year is it?

[Hm, it sounds like the Monolith, but it's hard to be sure.]

This is the planet Iniidae. I can't give you the star coordinates but someone probably can. The year is I think in the 22nd century. [...He didn't find any of this important to look up.]

That far in the future!?

[ What had happened...? He touched his body casually as if inspecting it.]

I'm in surprising good health if I really was asleep for that long.

You probably weren't asleep that long. Memories are in conflict, but most people here are from different universes. At least the evidence suggests that.

[The news could perhaps be delivered more gently. Unfortunately, Dirk does not have that skill.]

That....

[Was hard to believe.]

Could this still be virtual reality...?

[He shrugged. It was easier to just accept it as truth than trying to analyze it. After all he had to believe in his own senses. If something turned out to be different he would just have to figure it out when there were enough clues.]

With so few pieces it's just easier to accept this all at face value.

A Fortunate Arival

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