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TDM 2

SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME

ABOARD THE MOIRA

Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged, but as another planet grows closer to being docked, things start to get a little hectic. You'll notice a slight change in the artificial gravity as the Moira is pulled into the planet's gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend.

☄ in the mess hall:

Things have been pretty smooth sailing thus far. There haven't been any unexpected horrors or accidents, and no one has gone missing. Later in the evening, you find yourself hungry and decide to check out what's on the menu. Making your way toward the mess hall, you discover that the door is closed and a sign has been posted directly in the center. It reads:

We don't know who did this or why, but action will be taken if it is not fixed immediately.

At the bottom, in very small print, it is signed by the captains. Venturing inside, you find something irregular about the room, and it's not what you might have thought. Finding the culprit, however, is hardly on anyone's mind. In fact, the kitchen has been closed until everything on the tables has been "fixed". Decadent foods and desserts from many of the planets explored in the past are laid out like a feast. There might even be liquor, but who knows how strong that stuff is. Consider this a thank you for all the hard work and effort you've put forth as a valuable crew member. Whoever said the mess hall wasn't for messes was sadly misinformed! It's party time.

☄ on your own:

There are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you.

PLANET EXPLORATION

Unlike some of the previously found planets, this one is populated. However, the majority of the natives are located in one central area near a very large body of water. At some point, it might have been a lake, but due to some abnormal constructional designs, it has been transformed into a well-maintained connection of underwater cities. Still, accessing them may prove to be difficult. Your MID warns of no pollutants in either the air or water. Yet, it has problems translating the language spoken between these humanoid beings—if they even speak at all. Most of them appear friendly, more than welcoming, but what's to be said about someone (or something) that doesn't wish to talk?

☄ the submerged:

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

Exploring the surrounding areas, which consist of marshes and some small trees, doesn't yield much. There are little resources and no fauna to speak of. The natives continue to lure whoever dares to follow closer to the water, their gestures open and curious. There is nothing to hint at the dangers that await anyone who wanders within arm's length of the shore, and if you do... Hopefully you weren't traveling alone and a friend is there to attempt dragging you away from the tight grip of the thing suddenly yanking you into the murk of that lake. They will fight to keep you, sink their hands and fins deep enough to draw blood; it calls more of them up from the depths to bring you down. For they need you like air, are desperate to call you their own, and if you surrender, how are you to ever describe the the last thing you see?

Is that what happened to the all those ships found crashed here and there, buried beneath mud and moss? Is this what became of the people aboard them? How ironic the dead say even less than the things that got you.

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[Of course the first thing Kara does is explore. Get a feel for her surroundings. Well, besides the obvious of likely eventually acquainting herself with the brig, anyway. Which will be inevitable upon her encountering nearly anyone and ending up attempting to start a fight, knowing her habits. Not to mention how tense and on alert she is right now given the circumstances. So she finds herself strolling the halls cautiously. This is somewhat familiar, she's used to ships, warships even. Just that this is most decidedly not the Galactica

A fact that is most obvious when she opens the door to the Mess Hall and finds all the food laid out. It's confusing. Suspicious. And yet, she can't help staring. Because things have been a concern back home, traveling through space with limited resources and all.

She's almost hesitant initially to even consider reaching for some. Some food, some alcohol, even. That would certainly, whatever it is, be better than the swill aboard the Galactica at the very least.]

'Closed', huh. Sure you are. Frak it. I'm not about to pass up real food. Or booze for that matter.

[She's not even considering if it might be poisoned. If it could be some sort of trick. If this might potentially be the Cylons and their base star or something, never having been inside one, but more familiar with their Raiders. But eventually she relents, reaching for a bottle of something that looks to be alcoholic.

Hey, finding herself aboard some strange ship, she needs a drink about now, as she sits and adjusts the case with the Arrow of Apollo at her back.]

Oh, frak me, this is the good stuff.

[ Observing silently with bottle in hand as Kara, unbeknownst to her, joins him in aspiring drunken relief.

She seems to have found something that doesn't taste like grease, at least. ]

Should'a known you'd show up here, Thrace. [ It really doesn't sound as degrading or passive aggressive as she might expect, though.

(ooc note: the ingress healed his scars and wounds and lack of eye! he's even shaved.) ]

[There's a pause, a raise of an eyebrow at the familiar voice as she does spot him in his little corner observing her and any other potential arrivals looking for supplies or anyone else, any more information in general on the situation. It's hard to gauge if he's been here much longer or not in comparison to her, thus far. Especially when he doesn't look that different from when she last saw him.

Likely, it's more obvious on his end, from the length of her hair, the lack of the wedding tattoo on her arm immediately placing her prior to the settlement on New Caprica. Though the case for the Arrow likely tells a much more obvious time frame on what she might last recall.]

Well, look what the cat dragged in. Fancy seeing you here, Colonel. Don't suppose there are any other familiar faces around?

[She could be referring to the Cylons in general. Or any of the crew, not giving any specific names. Not yet, anyway. But of course, he'd know she mostly refers to the likes of Sam, Lee, Bill or even Laura.]

Got a package for the President. Kind of hard to deliver it from here, it seems. Not that I'm complaining on the food. Or the drink, for that matter.

[Yes, she does take another sip there, waiting for an answer.]

[ Being new to living inside this human body rather than her robotic one she had back home, she's new to experiencing the wiles of the different types of spirits the ship has had in store since this strange bounty of food has appeared. It so happens the other woman has picked one she hasn't had a chance to try. The arrow is something that draws her curiosity as well—not to the caliber of Tucker's sword, but interesting all the same.

She's wearing her armor, all but her helmet, so that she can eat and drink, and she holds up the bottle she's drinking from slightly in the other woman's direction. ]

This one's not bad either.

[Kara is, thankfully, nothing more than an ordinary human so she has not had to deal with the likes of having a robotic or flesh body to adjust to, herself. Even if there is the question of just who among the fleet could be a Cylon. A skin job. Some might be and not even realize it. Not until something seems to switch them on inside and activate their programming.

Still, the armor does get Kara's attention, tilting her head and glancing Texas over for a moment before taking the bottle and offering her own for the other to try in exchange if she chooses.]

Mm. It's not bad. But then I think nearly anything with alcohol would taste better than the swill we've been reduced to drinking on Galactica, really. I take it you're military as well? Or something similar, with that getup.

I'm a Freelancer.

[ Which is going to go without explanation unless Kara asks. She accepts the bottle and takes a drink. ]

I'm in the same boat as far as drinks like this go. [ She examines the bottle for a moment, looking at the unusual blue cast of the liquid inside. ] I'll definitely take it. Better than something tasteless and weak.

Freelancer then. Sure.

[She won't question too much. Yet. Not on that, anyway. She tries the offered drink, wiping at her mouth before passing it back in exchange for her original one. Hard to tell if others might have been here a while or not. Only way to know is ask. Kara might be lucky and manage to get some explanation at least. More than what was initially offered.]

Could be worst. But like I said, anything would after what we are getting used to back home. You just get here too? Or have you been here longer than me and can answer some questions?

[It's probably strange, but thus far in their travels to attempt to get the fleet together, keep it safe, find a new home, find Earth, they have yet to actually encounter other life back home among the stars. Still, whatever the native life, they aren't Cylon. She can tell that much.

Which only slightly reassures her, not enough to let down her guard around them as she trudges along obediently enough at first. Until eventually, she gets frustrated with their 'guides', not being able to understand them, not knowing just where they were being led. All too familiar with the potential for this to be a trap.]

Wait, guys. Are we sure there isn't anyone or anything around that can actually translate? A map of where we are supposed to be going? Come on, they wouldn't send us down here this unprepared, would they? What about these other ships? What happened to them? This could be a trap. You realize that, right?

[He's been keeping a careful distance from the fishy guides, friendly as they may seem. He's encountered plenty of alien races before that they've mistaken for friendlies and turned out to be the opposite of Mr. Rogers and he's getting the impression that all is not well in the Neighbourhood.]

Realised. Mentioned. Been ignored. I'm glad I'm not the only one with any common sense around here, though. It's refreshing.

No kidding. I get that not everyone dragged here might necessarily have military experience, but honestly. It's not that hard to figure, is it?

[She probably shouldn't be so frustrated, more than used to trying times and dealing with civilians with the fleet situation back home. But she is. Likely, they sent her down here in all of this as some sort of potential punishment for some frak up or fist fight or another she ended up starting or involved in somehow. She runs a hand through her hair, glancing to the other as she tilts her head, faint frown at her features.]

What do you make of this then?

Shouldn't be. Even the civilians on my team were wary, but then they did have some experience before we gated out.

[Then you had some who didn't know when to didn't know when to listen. At least McKay was too cynical and allergic to pain to actually do anything too stupid.]

Me? I'm all for friendly aliens, but this almost crosses into overly friendly, which in my experience doesn't pan out well. But you know what I really wanna know? Where is everyone? You have a habitable planet of friendly aliens, why are we the only visitors? That usually means there's something dangerous around the corner that'll bite us in the ass. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop and I'd rather be out here to help people when it does.

[Sheppard shrugs, but he knows the danger they could all be in.]

Well, guess it depends on the civvies then.

[Or a lot in general back 'home'. The fleet was used to the Cylons. And now the fear that some of the Cylons looked human. Some felt they were human, until activated somehow, like a switch going off. But actual aliens and language issues had never been something the civilians or military had to face in their journey from the Colonies to find Earth. At least, not thus far.]

I don't think we are the only visitors.

[Glancing over to the side and noting the other ships, mostly hidden under the mud, the moss. But not entirely. But at the same time, Kara doesn't want to outright invoke panic and chaos and potentially stir trouble for no good reason. Not when she's likely already been in trouble here. But she'll wait. And act when necessary. Hopefully in time.]

But I guess I know what you mean. Yeah.

[He nods his agreement then listens. He follows her gaze and raises his eyebrows. He'd been so intent on keeping his eye on the alien that he didn't notice what was hidden under the marsh.]

We might be the only ones left. [He lowers his voice so it doesn't carry.] See, that's something you'd think they would have scanned for before sending teams on away missions. With the spongy ground, it's hard to tell how long it's been here. If it's heavy enough, something could be swallowed up pretty quickly. This just keeps getting better and better. Any bodies?

Who knows. Sometimes the atmosphere of different planets can mess with scans. I know some areas we went through back home really frakked with our DRADIS scans that we had to rely on what we could see ourselves. I don't know if that might have been the case here or what.

[There's a shake of her head in answer at the last question, but she doesn't look any more relaxed at not yet seeing any bodies.]

Could be the bodies were dumped elsewhere. Or still in the ships and we just can't see them. Not sure if these ships could belong to our 'friends'. But I'm doubting that.

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TDM 2

Kara Thrace l 'Starbuck' l Battlestar Galactica

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/clucking sounds

how's the wife, colonel? :l

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