THE AURORA was once a sight to see. An impressive mining ship, home to many, it could travel across great interstellar distances while providing all the comforts necessary to those within. Its star-sailing days are over now, as it now is a terrible wreckage, with salvage and dangers for those who come near.
It’s also exactly where the new crew members just showed up. URSULA will be immediately sending the on-base crew towards the Aurora, while those who have just arrived have some time to explore. The Aurora, however, isn’t the safest place to be. There are some large creatures in the water, and they may not be friendly towards the crew…
Below is a timeline of events as they unfold, with some further information!
1000: THE AURORA
While the new crew may have arrived anywhere throughout the ship, many will have found themselves in the common rooms, surrounded by the comforts of those who once lived here. Those who choose to wander further may find many rooms throughout, often in varying states of decay. While there are smaller predators on the Aurora and the danger of a wrecked vessel, an unsettling peace pervades the crashed ship. For now, they are safe.
1030: THE BASE
At 10:30 in the morning, URSULA reaches out to all crew members with an urgent message:
”All crew members please report in immediately! Life signs detected on the Aurora! Please stop all other activities and begin rescue mission. Gather any supplies you need, use the vehicles and help any survivors you find. Devices are near the entrance to track life signals once you're on the Aurora. If they're safe, please remember we need to salvage what we can from the Aurora as well. The supplies will benefit any survivors as well.”
Get cracking, crew! Base and Biome have information on what kind of weapons and defenses your fellow crew have had.
1100: THE AURORA
Thanks to the transportation they had built, the base’s crew is able to arrive in record time. They can help seek out their new crew members, take the opportunity to explore more of the Aurora, or just sulk in the transporter. URSULA reminds everyone that salvaging is a key part of their mission, and they should gather what they can before returning to base.
1200: THE AURORA
The crew however only gets an hour to enjoy itself (?) in the wreckage. At noon, URSULA broadcasts to all present, new and old:
”Attention! Dire warning! Reaper Leviathans! According to what I've salvaged of my database, they're apex predators from the westernmost region of the ocean. One signal coming from the west, two others coming out of the Void from deep below the ship!”
The crew may try to evacuate, but it is probably better to prepare for battle or hiding instead. They won’t get enough time to get out of the way before…
1210: THE AURORA
The Reapers are here. Peering out one of the Aurora's entrances will reveal that they are already circling around the vessel, as if they realize something is inside. One even beaches, its entire, 160 foot body soaring through the air before slamming down into the water. It almost feels like a warning. A threat.
URSULA urges the crew to stay inside where it is safe, but if anyone does insist on charging forward, she advises them to split into teams and take on as many Reapers at once as possible to avoid any group being teamed-up on by multiple Leviathans.
NOTE: To fight a Reaper Leviathan, comment under the REAPER FIGHT THREAD comment below! We ask that you work in teams of two or three for the battle to keep threads organized and minimize the number of fight threads the mods will need to work through. Be mindful that these are extremely fierce, dangerous, fast, giant apex predators, and they are very likely to do damage against those who fight them! By tagging in, you are agreeing to put your characters at risk of injury from the Reapers. As URSULA advised, those who don't want to get hurt should hold back and wait.
1300: EVACUATION
Things are looking grim. While the crew's teams make a good fight of it, these Reapers are durable, and they just keep coming back for more. It seems they're on a mission, to stop the crew, no matter how battered they become.
That's when the bellowing starts. Coming from everywhere, a song like that of the cavalry that disorients the Reapers as a large pod of Reefbacks swim in. Several put themselves between the ship and the Reapers, allowing anyone on aboard to safely get into the transports and into the water.
Others begin to fight. The use the concentrated power of their songs to knock back attacks from the front, powerfully lashing their tentacles like whips to crack against the Reapers. In battle they're surprisingly agile, able to spin around in a moment's notice to alternate between confusing and attacking the Reapers.
But any crew members watching can see the toll it takes on the Reefbacks. One Reefback in particular chooses to guide the crew back to the base by swimming along aside them. Thick, dark blood trails in the water behind it but it beats off any curious smaller predators like Stalkers. But its shell is cracked, its 'face' smashed in, and it gets no further than the Kelp Forest before it settles into a dense patch of creepvines for a final rest. It sends out a final cry that somehow feels like a wish for the crew to keep going on to the base, away from the continuing battle.
The rest of the pod manages to drive the Reapers back, though they too have their casualties. Still, the Aurora and the crew are safe for now.
Perhaps that was their only wish.
Direct any questions and plotting to the OOC post and have fun!
[ P-Dot. That... is actually exactly one of the weird nicknames that Amethyst had given her. Peridot opens her mouth and then closes it again as she tries to process that. Give her a sec, Dirk. ]
Uh - a strife what? Most humans I know don't really participate in any serious sort of conflict.
[ She knows exactly two. Or knew exactly two before coming here. ]
[Dirk thinks Amethyst has great naming skills, then. And oh, that.]
Humans have been getting themselves into conflict since before they evolved into the modern subspecies. It predates the first rock that the first caveman used to kill his brother Abel for whatever the first murder was actually about. Some sick slice of Sabertooth, maybe. We're not exactly a peaceful species, by evolutionary edict.
[Dirk has the thought that Steven and Greg don't sound like combative names.]
Individual humans aren't always. As a species? We're going to war with each other all the time. There's pretty much never been a point in human history where a group of humans wasn't at war with another. [Until they were all dead.
But: Strifing.] It's part of the Sylladex for storing weapons. My main is bladekind. [He demonstrates by oh look there's a sword out of nowhere. Sup.]
[ Forgive her for being cynical (or don't, she's sort of a jerk). As much as she's come to think of the Earth and humans as having some sort of inherent value, she still has moments of complete chauvinism when it comes to their technology and society.
The weapon coming out of nowhere doesn't surprise her - she's used to gems doing that often enough. Still intriguing! She arches a brow. ]
Well, at least that part is useful. Do you actually know how to use it?
[ HAHAHA. She definitely wasn't checking up on a gem fusion that was going to destroy Earth. Nope. ]
I don't typically engage in physical conflict, so I'm not exactly familiar with what is or isn't useful for it... Or how to gauge show effective others are.
[Sure are a lot of paths to extinction out there! Dirk has already more or less accepted that humanity is a lost cause (it has been from long before he was old enough to realize just what was missing) so he doesn't dwell on it here.
Not a combat person, huh? But the way she prodded into the sylladex...]
[ Yes. She is exactly a triangular green space nerd. A giant nerd. The biggest of nerds. She once made a chart of optimal pairings for a soap opera after watching a single episode. ]
[Huh. Terraforming. Fits with what the crew was supposed to be up to. Definitely not what he had originally intended on doing. It is way more like the sort of thing space and time players can mess with, not him. Screwing with souls does not make a planet habitable.]
Did your mission tell you which particular humans, from where, you're supposed to be making this place habitable for?
[ This is brand new information. She thought all humans were pretty much the same. Well, aside from Dirk's humans, which apparently have Strife Specibi and weird invisible inventories. ]
[WELL he isn't going to open the door on racism right now, because postapocalyptically, racism is dead. And it's not like humans were ever like trolls in that strict caste division of society.
The best way to approach this: turn the chessboard around.]
[Okay, there we go. Caste system.] Before we get into that, am I right in assuming that's based on, what, the kind of gem you are? I'm familiar with something that sounds similar, but I want to be clear.
Essentially. Certain gems are soldiers and leaders, other gems are - uh - decorative? [ Although she's coming to understand that Pearls are actually useful and people in their own right. ]
We all have different skill-sets and places where we belong. And I- [ She pauses and deflates a little. ]
...I used to be a technician. [ Oh yeah, she kind of told her supreme leader off and joined a band of rebel misfits. Oops. ]
[Okay, he understands that.] The troll species has something like that, but humans only have that when they decide to impose it. [Which he guesses is true of the trolls in a sense.]
My question was more about if there was a specific group of people who were meant to come here. Earth colonists, survivors of a disaster, some rich bored assholes, that sort of thing. Why are we terraforming this planet? Is there something wrong with where these people are from, do they just want to expand, or are there resources they're interested in?
[ She squints. Never heard of them and Steven definitely hadn't mentioned them when they'd talked about anything on Earth. Another species? Or sub-species? Hell if she knows. ]
Who cares? We have a job to do, right? We should just get it taken care of so we can-
[ Oh, wow, that sounds... really familiar. She snaps her mouth shut for a moment. ]
In fact, let Dirk drive this point home. Rather than taking pity on the retraction, he gives Peridot an inexpressive look, but his voice is hard.]
Where I'm from, trolls are an alien species. Their Empress terraformed our planet and drove humanity pretty much to extinction. So as far as the list of who gives a shit goes, you can put me at the top.
[ Awkward. Peridot glances away with a nervous little frown. She's the alien back home - and she'd been intent on destroying Earth until Steven, the Crystal Gems, and experiencing Earth first-hand changed her mind. She tries to move on as smoothly as she can ]
Well. In answer to your question, I don't know why, just that we're supposed to help make it suitable for human habitation. Maybe Ursula can tell you.
Not really. We've only been here for a month - we've barely gotten ourselves established! It's been insane!
[ Which might be a good thing, considering. She's just fed up with explosions and deadly wild-life and crash-landings in the ocean. She would prefer to leave all that behind. ]
Well, first of all, we all get dumped in the ocean because our shuttle crashed! Then we have to deal with wildlife trying to kill us and inadequate equipment! And then this ship decided to explode, because apparently no one wanted to fix the stupid core!
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Uh - a strife what? Most humans I know don't really participate in any serious sort of conflict.
[ She knows exactly two. Or knew exactly two before coming here. ]
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Humans have been getting themselves into conflict since before they evolved into the modern subspecies. It predates the first rock that the first caveman used to kill his brother Abel for whatever the first murder was actually about. Some sick slice of Sabertooth, maybe. We're not exactly a peaceful species, by evolutionary edict.
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[ She'll have to think about this. Her sample size has been way too small up to this point, apparently. ]
Anyway, what's this Strife Specubi you're talking about? Some kind of weapon?
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Individual humans aren't always. As a species? We're going to war with each other all the time. There's pretty much never been a point in human history where a group of humans wasn't at war with another. [Until they were all dead.
But: Strifing.] It's part of the Sylladex for storing weapons. My main is bladekind. [He demonstrates by oh look there's a sword out of nowhere. Sup.]
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[ Forgive her for being cynical (or don't, she's sort of a jerk). As much as she's come to think of the Earth and humans as having some sort of inherent value, she still has moments of complete chauvinism when it comes to their technology and society.
The weapon coming out of nowhere doesn't surprise her - she's used to gems doing that often enough. Still intriguing! She arches a brow. ]
Well, at least that part is useful. Do you actually know how to use it?
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[It feels better than telling her that actually they're all dead now, so.]
It'd be pretty stupid to allot something to by Specibus if I didn't know how to use it.
[...Ignore his fncysntakind, he's getting better at using that!]
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[ HAHAHA. She definitely wasn't checking up on a gem fusion that was going to destroy Earth. Nope. ]
I don't typically engage in physical conflict, so I'm not exactly familiar with what is or isn't useful for it... Or how to gauge show effective others are.
[ Unless the're trying to beat her up. ]
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[Sure are a lot of paths to extinction out there! Dirk has already more or less accepted that humanity is a lost cause (it has been from long before he was old enough to realize just what was missing) so he doesn't dwell on it here.
Not a combat person, huh? But the way she prodded into the sylladex...]
You're more the scientific line?
[is it a triangular green space nerd.]
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Exactly! I'm a technician!
[ She sounds rather proud of that. ]
A natural choice for a mission of this magnitude.
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Cool. What's the mission supposed to be?
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You don't know? Am I the only person here who listens?
[ Spoiler: no. ]
We're supposed to make this planet suitable for habitation by humans! Simple!
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Did your mission tell you which particular humans, from where, you're supposed to be making this place habitable for?
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[ This is brand new information. She thought all humans were pretty much the same. Well, aside from Dirk's humans, which apparently have Strife Specibi and weird invisible inventories. ]
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The best way to approach this: turn the chessboard around.]
Aren't there different kinds of your species?
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[ Huh, wait. She squints up at him. ]
I thought humans weren't broken up into separate categories like gems were. You don't have designated roles or job specifications!
[ Now she's just a little confused. ]
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We all have different skill-sets and places where we belong. And I- [ She pauses and deflates a little. ]
...I used to be a technician. [ Oh yeah, she kind of told her supreme leader off and joined a band of rebel misfits. Oops. ]
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My question was more about if there was a specific group of people who were meant to come here. Earth colonists, survivors of a disaster, some rich bored assholes, that sort of thing. Why are we terraforming this planet? Is there something wrong with where these people are from, do they just want to expand, or are there resources they're interested in?
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[ She squints. Never heard of them and Steven definitely hadn't mentioned them when they'd talked about anything on Earth. Another species? Or sub-species? Hell if she knows. ]
Who cares? We have a job to do, right? We should just get it taken care of so we can-
[ Oh, wow, that sounds... really familiar. She snaps her mouth shut for a moment. ]
Never mind.
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In fact, let Dirk drive this point home. Rather than taking pity on the retraction, he gives Peridot an inexpressive look, but his voice is hard.]
Where I'm from, trolls are an alien species. Their Empress terraformed our planet and drove humanity pretty much to extinction. So as far as the list of who gives a shit goes, you can put me at the top.
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[ Awkward. Peridot glances away with a nervous little frown. She's the alien back home - and she'd been intent on destroying Earth until Steven, the Crystal Gems, and experiencing Earth first-hand changed her mind. She tries to move on as smoothly as she can ]
Well. In answer to your question, I don't know why, just that we're supposed to help make it suitable for human habitation. Maybe Ursula can tell you.
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He's done giving her a hard time (he feels like he got the point across well enough) but he'll press the chance for more information.]
I'll ask her about it. Have your crew managed to do any work changing the planet yet?
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[ Which might be a good thing, considering. She's just fed up with explosions and deadly wild-life and crash-landings in the ocean. She would prefer to leave all that behind. ]
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[Tell him all the details, lil triangle. You are the first person to have a bunch of FEELINGS on the shit going down.]
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[ She could go on. ]
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