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!

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round 'em up I COME BEARING STARBUCKS FOR ALL

[heart_breaking]

"Congratulations. If you can't hold a net, then maybe now you'll be more accurate!" Oh look, it's that kid that'd been hovering in the background. They plunge into their pockets and take out a handful of tranquilizers, passing just one to their right hand.

Do they have two enemies, now? Or, well, two that they have to put down? Does that thing have ears? No, nor eyes. What a Grade A freak, and this is coming from the monarch of freaks right here.

"If you can still understand me, then why don't you distract him. I'll come in after."

[behoove]

Ben twists his neck so the front of his sloped mug faces Chara and flares his gill flaps in irritation. Who does this kid think they are, bossing him around? He's saved the universe at least twenty thousand times; he doesn't need coaching from some brat. If anything, he should be coaching!

But that can wait until they deal with the pakler. The alien charges yet again but Ben's bigger and badder now. With one powerful tackle, it loses its balance and falls to the ground. When it rises to its feet, he's not surprised. The bad guys never stay down for long. He hits it again, and again, and yet again until the pakler, exhausted by the blows, is much slower to stand.

Growling, Ben turns and snaps his jaws at Chara as if to say, 'Hurry it up!'

[heart_breaking]

Chara stirs themself reluctantly, having much the same air of someone who hadn't really wanted to watch the weather channel, but wishes they could stay anyway to avoid everything else. They depress a button with their right thumb, and a needle sticks out that tranquilizer's end.

WHUMP. The monster hits the ground not far from where they stand, and it's stunned enough that Chara drops and jabs the tranquilizer home. It barely feels the sting. The sight of the child is far more offensive to it than the glimpse of their tools.

Movement catches the corner of Chara's eye, and they dodge the first arm-sweep. The second catches their heels from the other side, and their feet fly. 'Oof!' Ow. Tranquilizers scattered. That hurt, sort of, and their dignity hurts more.

[behoove]

Ben flinches, his jowls pulling back in a mock grimace. Wildmutt can't actually frown at anything but he can make an attempt for Chara's sake. He knows how recently wounded pride feels which is why he lets the kid work themself out in favor of slamming his body into the pakler again.

Before it can plan about a counterattack, Ben takes an ugly wrist in each paw and pins them to the ground. He drops his lower half to restrain the rest of its gray body. The Omnitrix is slowly ticking down, he can't hold this form forever, but with the tranquilizer making its way through the alien's body he shouldn't have to for long.

His gills flap open in a triumphant snort.

[heart_breaking]

Chara fights to their feet with a string of curses. The pakler's struggles have slowed, but not stopped, and Chara lashes out at it with their heel.

Their muscles pull the punch without conscious permission, temper sputters out, and their gut clenches. The strike still knocks the pakler's head to the side, but there's otherwise no damage. What are they doing? They're beating the shit out of this thing they're going to kill, that's what! It's already down. They can just wait. They don't want to wait. There's tranquilizers scattered all around, and Chara drops to scoop up a second one, prepping it to send after its predecessor.

[behoove]

Ben's top lip curls back, revealing all of his teeth in a combative display. Their loss of dignity is no excuse to lose their head like this. The sedative will eventually take effect; any further action taken against the pakler is overkill. Regardless of its lethality, he won't allow them to torture the creature. Its stint on the ship will be brief when they're through.

Saliva dribbles over his chin as he growls and snaps at the air, ineffectually trying to talk the other human down. It's not worth it, Chara. Let this go.

[heart_breaking]

Those jaws are big enough to fit their skull inside and crush with a single bite. Chara jerks away, and for a few tense seconds it's not clear who they're planning to put the needle in first.

The seconds pass. The pakler reaches some point of no return, and its struggles are more feeble than not. Chara shoots it a gaze with specially directed venom, but they straighten from their ready-to-move stoop, and the needle retracts back into its container.

"Come on," they tell him. The pakler's eyes sink shut, then force halfway open again. It's losing its battle. "The airlock's this way."