Multiversal travel can be disorienting, but there’s no need to worry! All side effects are temporary and lessen with each trip. Your body may experience several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You may have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer dizziness while others are perfectly fine. You notice that the area you are in is filled with a soft cerulean light and feels slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of transit forces your body into unconsciousness.
Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.
You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. Welcome to Avagi Station, your new home.
Avagi
A fixer upper opportunity:
Welcome to your new home! It’s a bit rough around the edges but it could be so much worse. Or that’s what you thought until you walked to your housing level and found the bathroom floating under three inches of water as a pipe gushes water. That’s definitely not what those pipes should be doing, you should probably try and get that fixed before your entire level is flooded. Who knows what sort of chaos all that water will play with Avagi’s support systems. Do you call for help or is someone going to find you trying to play amateur plumber with a roll of tape?
Are you afraid of the dark?:
There are different types of darkness that one has to deal with when they're living in space. There's the dim lighting of rarely used corridors, the shadows that lurk wherever they can find a place to hide. And you must never forget the swirling blackness of the storm that surrounds Avagi. Today you're dealing with a darkness you've been warned to expect. Some of your fellow residents are overhauling the electrical systems on board and told everyone that there was a chance there could be randomized blackouts.
The lights blink out without a sound, plunging you into darkness. Your eyes take a while to adjust and when they do everything seems a bit more… sinister. Sound travels differently in the dark, the quietest scratches and bumps echo louder in your ears and--
What was that ? Did that sound come from nearby? Did something just touch your leg? Maybe you should find someone before you get more paranoid. If it is paranoia, anyways.
Jeepers Creepers...:
The blackouts continue, spreading beyond isolated sections until they’re taking over entire blocks of the station and plunging everything into a more pervasive darkness. Wherever it spreads, a faint odor accompanies it along with a sudden burst of paranoia as everything seems more intense and slightly blurry at the same time. When the lights snap on the feeling of disorientation worsens and you struggle to focus when an intercom crackles to life blaring a warning you can barely understand. All you know is that something is wrong. And even worse, you know without a doubt that something, someone is coming to hurt you. As you see figures approaching, faces a blur of inhumanity marred by a mask to hide their identites you do the only thing you can in your panic.
You run.
Hopefully someone will be able to catch you and get you to clear air before you find a weapon and decide to stand your ground against them.
[C-3PO doesn't stay offended for long, however. There are very few who can switch gears like so.]
Of course I am not a technician. I am a protocol droid, and it appears you happen to be one as well! [He waves a hand at the corridor.] And if not a technician, at least an astromech who can make themselves useful. Just look at this! I can hardly see where I am going.
Actually I am an analyst droid, although ever since the Republic's end I was demoted to inventory monitoring. Which really isn't that dreadful an occupation if only people would put things in their proper places.
And just where were you going? Given the condition of this station I'm amazed that anything still functions. Having an astromech available would either remedy or worsen the already rampantly existent problems.
Inventory? Goodness. Well, I suppose as long as one can do their job without having setbacks, it should all go smoothly...
[The golden droid then tilts his head from its thoughtful position, glancing back at AP-5.]
I was heading down this way, back to civilization. [He pauses, scuttling off to one side as he turns, arms following the motion.] I believe it was that way, anyway. But I do agree – astromechs do have a tendency to create a situation where there shouldn't be one.
–My goodness, wherever are my manners? I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations.
In case you hadn't realized, we are in the middle of nowhere. This station doesn't seem to be very ideally placed, and from what I've been told, lacking in transportation. We are effectively marooned.
You're correct in that much, at least. This is hardly an ideal setting. We are hardly getting anything done by standing here in the dark, either. Might I suggest we relocate ourselves to somewhere with functional electrical systems?
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[Shuffle, shuffle, quick shuffle, turn. He calls back, waving his arms frantically for all of three seconds.]
Yes? Yes! Over here! I– [If he could squint, he would. Leaning forward a few centimeters has the same effect.] –I was hoping you were the technician!
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[Because who else but droids use such a phrase? AP-5 steps over towards the voice, slowing to a stop once the dimly glowing optics come into view.]
No, I am not a technician, and obviously, neither are you. So that helps neither of us and leaves us no better off than when we've started.
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[C-3PO doesn't stay offended for long, however. There are very few who can switch gears like so.]
Of course I am not a technician. I am a protocol droid, and it appears you happen to be one as well! [He waves a hand at the corridor.] And if not a technician, at least an astromech who can make themselves useful. Just look at this! I can hardly see where I am going.
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Actually I am an analyst droid, although ever since the Republic's end I was demoted to inventory monitoring. Which really isn't that dreadful an occupation if only people would put things in their proper places.
And just where were you going? Given the condition of this station I'm amazed that anything still functions. Having an astromech available would either remedy or worsen the already rampantly existent problems.
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[The golden droid then tilts his head from its thoughtful position, glancing back at AP-5.]
I was heading down this way, back to civilization. [He pauses, scuttling off to one side as he turns, arms following the motion.] I believe it was that way, anyway. But I do agree – astromechs do have a tendency to create a situation where there shouldn't be one.
–My goodness, wherever are my manners? I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations.
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[He gestures vaguely with his own arm.]
Ah yes. At least protocol droids can be counted for such things. I am AP-5.
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A pleasure, AP-5. Even if this isn't an ideal setting and all.
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You're correct in that much, at least. This is hardly an ideal setting. We are hardly getting anything done by standing here in the dark, either. Might I suggest we relocate ourselves to somewhere with functional electrical systems?