tdm 8

[hownkai]

T E S T D R I V E

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 a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend. ☄ on your own There are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) ☄ round 'em up The day begins normally. You check out the mess hall and report to your assigned job, and so far, nothing seems incredibly out of place. However, as the hours pass, you begin to notice something strange scurrying along wall edges and into open vents. For the most part, these rodents are harmless—in this stage. While they may get into the food supply in the Cargo Bay or terrorize those in the kitchen, they are not violent and appear to be skittish. However, once they've "matured" - the color of their tail will have changed from a light gray to a very dark purple, prompting them to enter a temporary stasis inside a cocoon - they aren't so cute anymore. These paklers are vicious, will bite if they're caught, and defend themselves with claws as well as the protrusions on their bodies. There is nothing to be done about them except capture them and eject them into space as they are considered a pest and very harmful to the crew and the ship. Once they run out of food, they will turn on each other as well as anything resembling a living creature. The captains provide the proper equipment, electric nets as well as tranquilizers, to assist with the capture of the paklers and their immediate removal from the Moira. ☄ what's yours is mine Something seems a bit off about the laundry delivery service these days, doesn't it? Has the Moira always had one of those? Whether you realize it immediately or not, something is very wrong about the clothes that have suddenly appeared in your wardrobe. They are either much too big or far too small, and as far as you can tell, there seems to be no happy medium in all of this. Will you Dress To Impress in your new uniforms? Will you swap with someone who might be a similar size regardless of the fact their uniform colors are not the same as your own? Or will you simply walk naked through the halls of the ship, carefree and bare to the rest of your crewmates? ☄ n'sync While exploring the ship, first down one hall and then another, you come across a strange door you've never seen before. When you pull it open, you'll find someone, a crew member, standing on the other side, hand outstretched as if they've just opened that door from the opposite side. Every move you make, they mirror, and if they shift to the left or right, you also shift left or right. Absolutely everything the both of you do is the same except for the words that come out of your mouth; somehow, you still manage to maintain the ability to talk without mimicking your partner. You're unable to completely control your movements again until someone says "in sync". Good luck figuring out the magic words, and if you decide to question the captains (or anyone else) about it, they won't have any idea what it is you're talking about. OUT OF CHARACTER INFO FAQ | LOCATIONS | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS | NAVIGATION For mature or graphic content, please label. For questions, please direct them to the FAQ. As always, be kind and have fun!

Comments

[sparkwhisperer]

Hm. I don't know what that is, and I don't particularly care.

[She isnt made of metal and she doesn't have any transformation seams. How is Tarn supposed to tell the difference?]

Regardless, it doesn't explain what you're doing skittering around down here all alone.

[Just because Peridot apparently isn't an organic, doesn't mean Tarn is going to stop harassing her. He's an equal opportunity space racist, after all.]

[peridork]

"Whatever I want," Peridot says stiffly, scowling, lip curling further. "It's a free ship, I can go wherever I want to. Ugh. You're a Cybertronian, right? Can I help you with something?" She gestures widely to the cargo bay at large. "As you can probably tell, none of your little robot friends are here at the moment."

[sparkwhisperer]

[Tarn glances around the Cargo bay as Peridot gestures. Her attitude grates on him.

Clenching his fists at his side, Tarn tries to reign in his growing irritation. Insinuating that those Autobots are his friends? unacceptable. But, regardless of his feelings, He can't do anything too brash.

Not when he's so dispiritedly outnumbered.]


Energon.[Tarn clears his throat, keeping an authoritative tone.] I was told that there was energon down here.

[peridork]

Energon?

[The eyebrows go up. She's only vaguely familiar with the substance, but it clicks after a second, understanding dawning visibly.]

Ooooh, right. You guys need to ingest fuel. Ha! That's so weird... [Peridot snorts with amusement, shaking her head.] Nyeh. Look, I don't know exactly where they keep it, but I know the part of the cargo bay Megatron and his little posse frequents the most. I can show you that much, if you think it'll help any.

[sparkwhisperer]

Fine. [Tarn bites out the word like it was the most distasteful thing. Accepting assistance from a-- whatever she said she was-- is down right disgraceful. But he doesn't have much of a choice at the moment.]

You're familiar with Megatron? [This is really important. She could have information on his affairs.]

[peridork]

[She'll just conveniently ignore that tone, settling for slashing a slightly annoyed look at him instead, before squeezing away from her robonoid and clunking off in the direction of the energon stores.]

Sort of. There isn't really a medic on this ship suitable to your species, and I'm a pretty damn good technician, so I kind of just help him with repairs from time to time. [She shrugs.] He's alright, I guess. Why? is he a friend of yours or something?

[sparkwhisperer]

[No medic? That may work in his favor... surely it will make taking Megatron down that much easier. How much could this little green creature know about fixing Cybertronian anatomy. What an absurd thought.

Tarn waits for Peridot to approach the energon stores before approaching to take a look for himself.]

Ah- perhaps friends would be pushing it, but he was my commander for many years. [the key word being was.] Does he often need repairs?

[knowing the state of Megatron's health is definitely imperative information in orchestrating his ultimate downfall.]

[peridork]

[She shrugs indifferently.] Not really. He had some kind of teleportation device built into his body that was malfunctioning, and I corrected it. Other than that it's just been occasional minor maintenance. Of course, I don't exactly have much context for how frequently your kind requires repairs, and "often" is entirely relative...

[She pulls up in front of the ship's Energon supply, frowning at it.]

Is this what you're looking for?

[She also lacks context for this, but the amount there is pathetically low. They haven't had much luck gathering the stuff on the last few planets.]

[sparkwhisperer]

[Tarn hums noncommittally as Peridot explains her history with Megatron's repairs.

While she seems capable of preforming basic repairs, He doubts she will come in much handy with more...extensive issues. Tarn looks at the meager amount of energon in the tank. They certainly were not exaggerating when the mentioned being low. The situation is more dire than he had thought.]

This is it?

[there must be another tank hidden elsewhere...]

[peridork]

[Peridot grunts, shrugging disinterestedly. She's already puttering off back in the direction of her robonoid]

As far as I know, yes. If you really want to know if there's more around here somewhere, you'll have to speak to one of the other Cybertronian crew members.

[sparkwhisperer]

[Tarn sighs quietly. Having his energon consumption rationed by a bunch of Autobots will be problematic, he's certain.

He'll have to figure out how to build his own reserves to avoid dependence.]

Are you close with the Autobots?

[He doesn't look back at her, still focused on the pathetic energon reserves.]

[peridork]

Neh. Close? Not especially. I mean, they're alright I guess. Although Megatron has a tendency to be extremely annoying from time to time. Always trying to order me around, like he thinks he's in charge of me or something.

[sparkwhisperer]

Yes, I can imagine that might be irritating to you.

[Autobot or not, Megatron is still Peridot's better, just by being Cybertronian. Of course he doesn't elude to to his awful opinion, instead he turns wave her off with a blasé gesture. She's served her purpose and now he's done with her.]

I appreciate your assistance. But, unless you have something useful to add, I suggest that you take your leave.

[He needs to think.]

[peridork]

[Peridot squints at him for a long moment, trying to gauge the sincerity of that first statement. In the end though, she decides it's not worth pursuing.]

Tch. Fine. Whatever.

[She turns around promptly and goes back to walking away again. Minding her own business. She could point out that Tarn's the one that held her up from her work by asking her questions in the first place, but WHATEVER. Whatever.]