THE INAUGURAL TEST DRIVE

[spaceshipit]

IT'S A TEST DRIVE EVERYONE GET IN THE CAR.

Got someone you want to try before you play here? Well here is the post for it! Feel free to use anything that fits in the setting of Drift Fleet, or you may use a prompt from this month's events! Want to play bumper shuttles? Want to go wild in a med bay? Have at it!

Threads from the Test-Drive may be made game "canon" but may not count toward AC!

June Events - June Bugs!

The Fleet has encountered a large alien ship like so:

On this ship are a bunch of bugs, also like so!

More information from this month's event post:

The mysterious ship is crippled, but still suitable for life. Most lights and other non-vital systems are shut off, due to the ship idling on emergency power. And as the first crews begin to disembark, they are almost immediately met with nearby life-forms springing on them from the darkness--attacking without hesitation or any reaction to communication attempts. It promises to be a surprising battle, but a short one, as the few in the entry hold can be quickly defeated. There are more, but they don't immediately swarm from other parts of the ship to help.

The creatures are about three feet tall, covered in a fierce red-orange exoskeleton, and look very much like oversized, alien insects. The creatures that immediately attack do so without restraint, and those that do not (see the What's Going On section below) go about their tasks blindly, only reacting to stimulus if they are somehow hindered from what they are doing. When they are bothered or blocked in this way, they then attack. No efforts at communication are returned--either verbally or mentally/supernaturally. Whether violent or nonviolent, these 'bugs' are much like mindless animals or programmed robots in their demeanor.

Will your new character be among those caught in the fight? Will they be trying to stabilize the ship?  Have fun!

The worlds are watching! Thank you, and we hope to see you around the fleet  soon!

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OOC - Q&A

[spaceshipit]

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Percy Jackson | Paradisa memories included

[waterproofed]

On any other day, being on a ship would be pretty cool. But it was never "any other day" with a demigod. The fact of the matter was that Percy was always going to deal with something trying to kill him. And he was really starting to hope that things were going to calm down for a while. He and Annabeth even made college plans! But here he was facing some really gross giant bugs.

"Knew I should've packed bug spray," he grumbled to himself as he uncapped Riptide. As his ADHD mind was wont to do, it wandered off trying to figure out what sort of beings these insects were. Could he possibly blame those Egyptian magicians for this? If so, he was more than willing to call up Carter for some dual-action exterminating.

[onlyanapple]

Crowley remains away from the bug ship, by and large. He lounges outside his own, watching comings and going with his usual idle curiosity. No force on heaven, hell or earth would get him near that thing, though.

"Perhaps a big swatter too."

So helpful.

[delincuente]

"Dude!"

Forget bugs and emotional boundaries. The second Alex steps onto the dead ship, she recognizes that face and nearly drops her wand getting to him. He's getting two lanky arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind.

"Finally, someone halfway decent gets dumped here."

Nux | Mad Max: Fury Road

[iamawaited]

Nux was a little frustrated at the moment. The entryway was abuzz with activity, but none of that meant all that much to him. It was all captains and communications going about their planning, Nux just wasn't built for sitting around and strategizing.

The ship itself, too, had been kind of a disappointment. He'd gone in with a raiding party and quickly found out that there was nothing good for an engineer to do: it was all live bugs, dead bugs, and scrap so useless even he couldn't make anything of it. Fighting the live ones had been exciting, but the excitement had died down again for him after they'd wrangled a captive back. The lab people had been happy, anyway.

So now he was sitting there with a bunch of scattered scrap and some errant dead bug parts and nothing at all to do. Frustrated, bored... and a little hungry, actually. He looked around, thought for a moment, then picked up one of the legs and took an experimental bite -- then winced and spit it out almost immediately. Not edible, then. Not even to him.

[poetontheinside]

This is the second time Ray has come to this part of the ship with a bed sheet- the one he's carrying right now is stained with grease and other unsavory fluids from the last haul. His hopes aren't high this time, but the whole fleet is buzzing with excitement and activity and he can't just do nothing.

So here he is, carrying his dirty sheets, whistling an upbeat little tune, looking around for loose parts, bolts, anything, and then a bald guy just takes a big ol' bite out of one of the bug parts.

"Jesus Christ," he says, stopping a few feet away from Nux and looking thoroughly grossed out, "that stuff has no business going anywhere near your mouth."

Verolynn Dailleurs | Stars Without Number (Swan Song) OC

[aggregatedata]

[ Strange ships are nothing new to Vero, she's gone on several salvage missions as a new recruit. She's since proved her chops to the Order of Annunciation and her tasks have gotten a bit more perilous between bouts of archiving and organizing research reports. So it's with some confidence that she strides into the derelict vessel. She's one of the few space-savvy people in the fleet after all, and she finds herself in the unique position of being specially qualified for this kind of adventure.

She'd feel better if she had her laser rifle, though, instead of the crappy little weapon the lovely people at Atroma have given her. It works well enough at dispatching the bugs she's come in contact with, though. She kicks one of the corpses away from her with a disgusted noise that only someone with a very thick space French accent can mange. ]

Ugh. It seems we have entered a buggy system. Fantastique.

hi! ♥

[bladedance]

[ Reianna is also very used to space! Comes with growing up on a colony ship. Along with all of the travel she does. And also the Hunter's Guild missions. And some smuggling no one knows about shhh point is... she's got this.

What she doesn't have is all that great of aim with a gun, which is why she's sticking to her Techs, and she's finding the bugs are specifically not that fond of fire Techs. A wave of her hand, and a fireball pops one right in the face. Down it goes, and Reianna makes a very lovely little scrunchy-nosed, cross-eyed look at its charred corpse. She mimics that disgusted noise as well as a little Newman can. ]

It had to be bugs. Blugh!! [ She gives an exaggerated shiver! Then she looks to Verolynn with a crack of a smirk, tucking a lock of now-loose hair behind a long, pointed ear. ] Oh well, so long as we keep squashing them, I guess it'll be okay.

Sailor Neptune | that magical girl show

[incousinswithyou]

[here's a fancy lady in a short skirt and high heels. And she's holding down a chokepoint, throwing concentrated spheres of energy at the swarming bugs.

Neptune has absolutely no obligation to any of these people, but this is the closest she can get to doing her real job, short of going home. These things practically scream 'alien' to her senses and that's the only thing that matters right now.]

[actsmagnificent]

[ A familiar presence steps behind the other woman, covering her back while Neptune does her best to clear the passageway. These things seem to be resisting their magic, but there's only so much battery even an exoskeleton can take, right?

That's what Uranus is figuring, anyway, sword out and at the ready. ]

I'm not sure I like being drafted. [ You, there. Yeah, you with the mandibles. She's just gonna knock you away from her partner now. Like so. ]

Sailor Uranus | that same show as the one above

[actsmagnificent]

[ "Pilot augment", they called it, huh? Uranus doesn't like the idea of people playing around with her head, but she can't deny that just standing behind the pilot's seat of this shuttle has her itching to try it out. That's the sort of thing she could imagine herself wanting to do - if a silly, self-indulgent thing - even before she came here, so she'll move forward on the assumption that's genuine.

Shoot, though. She shouldn't get distracted by things like that. Uranus's gloved hand fists on the back of the seat, and she takes a few slow, deep breaths. She can't change the fact that she's been brought here. Now she just has to focus on the future, and getting out.

And the possibility that someone else might want to use this thing sometime soon. There's apparently a spaceship full of bugs out there. ]

[thebarkside]

They're pretty cool, huh?

[ hi there, uranus. this sixteen year old has dog ears, an earnestly cheerful disposition, and absolutely no way of reading your mind. there's caution in her voice, just because she knows for a fact that most new recruits don't exactly have an easy time of it. if uranus looks back, however, she'll find that there's absolutely nothing guarded about jade's expression. ]

The shuttles, I mean. I guess you're a pilot, too, if you're checking the driver's seat out?

Kanade Amou | Senki Zesshou Symphogear

[usedperishsong]

[ They just have to handle pest control on this ship, right? So fancy tech-types can go in and try to get it properly up and running again? No sweat. Kanade's impressed that this place has even managed to provide her with a steady supply of LiNKER, so she shouldn't have any issues dealing with whatever comes her way.

Swallowing a pill from the case she keeps around her neck, she pauses outside the entry hatch and grins. This is going to be a brand-new audience. She'll have to sing her very best. ]

Croitzal ronzell gungnir zizzl....

[ And suddenly, as Kanade bursts through the hatch in full armor, the corridor floods with the bass-thumping reverberations of a song. Her armor plays music in order to live.

It's kind of like Kanade herself in that way. ]

[thatwhichyields]

[This was all very odd - and was not where Phedre's skills lay - which may have to do with the reason she is cowering in a corner. It is a blow to her pride that she retreated so quickly behind a crate while others fought the battle, but one look had made it apparent:

The bugs had much the same mindset as raptors. And nothing keeping them contained.

So Phedre huddled, and watched, and ignored the tear in her (what was she wearing, Favrielle no Eglantine would be appalled)... jumpsuit?]

Ibuki Suika | Touhou Project

[brokenmoon]

[ Did you say: beat the shit out of aliens? Suika didn't really much care for whatever anyone wanted to do with this ship: none of that was her problem. But she definitely had a score to settle with People From The Sky in general, and she was never one to turn down an opportunity to smash some heads.

It's not until she's left a trail of corpses behind her that she realized that not all of them were even trying to attack her. Well, whatever. You can't make an omelette without smashing a few bugs, right?

...Or something. ]

Cerys Mathrawyn | Final Fantasy XIV (OC)

[duelistoflight]

[ Well, this certainly wasn't in her calculations.

This place wasn't too dissimilar from any of the magitek wonders she'd found herself onboard, and the creatures infesting it were just slightly spikier vilekin. The problem was that she was expected to be taking on some stupid menial task when there was so much more she could be doing, like directing this whole mess herself.

Or playing card games. With a sigh and a flash of light she switches gears, ready to at least get some combo practice out of this whole mess. ]

hello friend

[punchingly]

[ One of your friends is going to politely push at your shoulder as you change gears, her own Monk outfit already donned as she appears to have been fighting the initial onslaught. Thankfully, being incredibly taller than the crustations in question seems to have rendered them not so much of a challenge. ]

...sparring?

[ Her words are few -- but then again, they're always few, and she looks particularly interested in the idea. ]

Or are you playing card games?

[ She also knows you are addicted. Like drugs. ]

Margie Detemps | Final Fantaxy XIV (OC)

[punchingly]

[ I'm sorry, were we supposed to fight these crustacean bugs? Or were we supposed to be particularly concerned that we've been teleported somewhere strange and augmented with new important plot-relevant mechanics?

Because this very tall lady is instead following a trail of the bugs as they carry pieces of debris from one part of the ship to the next. She is also quite possibly pushing people out of her way in an attempt to follow them with expediency -- however, the shove is very delicate, certainly not something you'd expect from a girl who seems dressed for sparring practice, her physical strength evident. ]

I'm sorry. But I'm following the trail.

[ When she speaks, her voice is soft; more out of character than anything so far, as you'd imagine a much larger voice to match her figure. ]

Hatorius // Warcraft OC

[incandesces]

[Hatorius is large, nearly eight feet, and broad. And yet, despite this, he seems to navigate the hallways of the ships with ease. His hooves clop against the metal floor, his steps light despite his size.

This is a different vessel than he's used to, and yet, not entirely dissimilar. Less crystals, more austere metal and glass.]

Excuse me.

[His voice is accented, thickly, and the words in common seem to trip over his tongue a bit. Still, he smiles.]

Do you know which star system we are in? I cannot place these.

[arcanepower]

[What happens when an elf meets someone three feet taller? Impolite squawking, that's what-- followed by Flintstone-style boots against the slippery floor as he tries to back up, bumps into the wall, and tries to edge away more.]

Alliance!

[HE GOT IN AGGRO RANGE IS HE FLAGGED NOW???]

Imperator Furiosa || Mad Max: Fury Road

[kill_switch]

A
[Equipped with a shotgun and a boltcutter, Furiosa had made short order of the initial influx of attackers in the entryway. She's skilled and proactive, and once the first wave is dealt with she's immediately striding further into the ship. New ship, new tech; she was interested in taking a look at the bridge and see if there's anything she can glean for use on her own. ]

B
[It's lunchtime. She could just take her meal in her quarters, but she prefers to gather up a tray and provisions in the mess hall and observe the other residents. She sits in a corner with her back to the wall, ever watching those around her.

The only time her attention is diverted is the small, quiet space she closes her eyes before she eats, giving thinks to the memories of the Vuvalini and the Wives and those she left behind, the world she left behind, where such a simple thing as a mass-produced stock meal would have been a blessing.

She doesn't ever want to forget, or take it for granted, when she's known so little stability in the past. She ends her quiet prayer with a simple hand gesture, reaching out and pulling in, before she starts to eat.]

C
[Life aboard the ship has proven much more sedate than anything she's known before, and she's not about to let herself get complacent. Running laps around the corridors, working out in the gym, sparring any who's willing, she's determined to keep herself honed for whatever emergencies might arise.]

[just_a_reflection]

There is a young girl on your ship. A young, blonde, blue eyed-girl, no more than sixteen surely, with a gracious, sweet look about her face. Her clothes are impractical to say the least. Her gown fills up the hall of the ship as she makes her way along. She is in no great hurry either. This is very new and rather exciting, but she feels in no danger. Thus, she will walk, which is very prudent as, which was previously stated, the gown is rather cumbersome.

It also makes a gentle tinkling sound when she moves, very faint and almost musical. That is likely all the little golden details. There's likely even bells in those lengths of emerald and white fabric.

[reefwolf]

[Mara sits, gracefully draped sideways over the pilot's chair, legs over the armrest while she carefully watches the dials, gauges, and indicators on the panels in front of her, much more aware than her posture or expression would lead an observer to believe. She looks distant--cold--but her gaze lingers a hair too long for disinterest.

It isn't the Reef, but she's made this hers, too. "Captain" isn't nearly so grand as "Queen," but it holds its own power, albeit over a smaller sphere. Still, Reef or no, the view is beautifully bleak. The stark endlessness of the abyss they move in is...almost lovely. Constraining and freeing at once. Nothing but blank darkness and stars...it's almost easy to forget that they're all being watched.

Almost. It isn't that she's not used to being observed, but before it was always on her terms. Now she doesn't even know her audience, and how is she to deliver the play without so much as a story to tell? She would almost have appreciated a Guardian to at least liven up the plot and do what they did best.

An instrument beeps softly, distracting her for a moment, a quick adjustment silences it.

There's very little she wouldn't promise to be home again.]

[queens_emissary]

[Petra steps onto the bridge carrying two small cups of coffee. It wasn't entirely unlike the stuff she'd had at the Tower, if a much lesser quality, and she knew she couldn't be extravagant considering it was a rationed item. But, for a rare moment here and there it was a nice pick me up.]

[One cup, of course, is for her Queen. It was strange existing in such a casual environment with her; not unpleasant, of course, she would always prefer to be with her Queen opposed to otherwise, but for such a proper race and for such a respected matriarch, Petra felt a little out of place standing above her. She leaned slightly forward and offers Queen Mara the cup.]

Coffee, my lady?

Ashe Corven || The Crow City of Angels

[santa_muerte]

[ Space had never been a place Ashe had ever expected to be, much less watching as other's had gone down to explore the new ship. When the bug's started to attack, he found himself idly wishing he still had that old sawed off at his side again. He made his way quietly down, the irony mask painted on his face was half worn off but the lines still showing more than the white specks of tempera paint and his long coat riddled with bullet holes he refused to repair.

A man who can't die is best fitted for the front lines, and with little regard left for what happens to himself, Ashe made his way down towards the fight.]

timothy hearst | d. gray-man (better late than never???)

[gforgreat]

[The first few days aboard this U.S. Marsupial-whatever were pretty hectic for one ten year old Timothy Hearst - but he persevered just like he always does. Adapting was easy once he got over the whole very far from home and up in space bit.

Somehow from somewhere he found a skateboard and without any hesitation decided to scratch wheels down the long and expansive halls of the ship. It was almost fun, dodging people like obstacles and shredding the floors with each turn into a new hallway. Whatever damage done wasn't his problem after all.

... At least until something catches his eye and he looks away long enough to run right into someone, the skateboard flying out from under him with a loud clatter.]

[save_the_souls]

[And the person he runs into is of course, no other than Allen fucking Walker. Who had been looking at the communicator, catching up on the network-]

[Okay he's probably checking his bank account for the millionth time, let's be real]

[Either way! he wasn't paying attention until it was too late. So of course he goes crashing down to the ground as the projectile Timothy runs into him]

- AH!

Valamia | Warcraft (oc)

[stormcalling]

[Okay, ships, pretty standard to a Draenei. Not the strangest thing. Neither is teleporting. Valamia had grown rather used to it, thankfully. Being teleported onto a ship without her consent all for the sake of someone else laughing and getting a kick out of it? Instant disapproval.

Thus there is one seven and a half foot purple goat woman in the kitchen. Why the kitchen? Simple. There must the one true answer to all of the problems being faced right now. Alcohol.

It might be a more fruitful search if she could read any of the labels. Don't mind some of the rather colorful comments from her ranging from a simple "By the damned Light" to a full string of cursing out blighted, foul, fel-corrupted magic that was likely at play.

Just once in life if things weren't a hassle that would be great.]

[save_the_souls]

[Allen went to go check the kitchen when he hears someone rummaging around. He steps in and well- okay, so he's never seen a draenei before, that's true. But when you spend 8 years dealing with interndimensional hellholes, a super tall purple goat person is hardly the strangest thing you've seen- so that barely gets a thought]

Er...are you looking for something?