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THE INAUGURAL TEST DRIVE

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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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.

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.

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.

Percy recognized the voice instantly, though he hadn't heard it in a long time. He turned and gave Crowley a smile. Always nice to have a familiar face around, even if it happened to belong to a snarky demon.

"Guess I'll put that in my next demigod emergency kit," he said, turning to slash through some more gross bugs. "Been a while, Crowley," he added casually, like meeting the demon in this situation was perfectly normal. Which... it kind of was, considering the time they spent in Paradisa.

[ 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.

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."

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[ "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. ]

[ 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. ]

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[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?]

That's what you said last time.

[at least Neptune seems amused. The bugs seem less amused when she kicks one in the face, sending it crashing into the ones behind it.]

There were so much more insane ways they have met again, after all. The demon gives a chuckle, and a half-arsed wave.

"It has a bit, hasn't it? Welcome to floating mindlessly through space. It's only marginally less of a ballache than the castle."

"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."

Yep, same old Crowley. "So it's definitely not Paradisa?" This wouldn't be the first time the castle completely transformed itself, or even gone into space. A search would've come up with no journal, but it wasn't like Percy had the time or thought to look.

The hug surprised him, but when he saw who it was, the surprise turned to pleasure. Here was a face he hadn't seen in a while.

"Dude!" he echoed, turning to face Alex. "It's great to see you!"

"Nope. This is something completely different. There seem to be actual people behind this bollocks. Call themselves Atroma."

He doesn't sound overly enthused, but he isn't frothing at the mouth, either.

"Honestly, the bullshit they throw at us isn't as bad as Paradisa. The bug things are new."

People... That he could work with. The fact that there was no known force behind Paradisa always bothered him, but if the force was known here, he at least had something solid to focus his annoyance on.

"Lucky me," Percy commented with an amused twist of his mouth. He hacked at another bug before deciding being covered in bug guts was not a life goal after all, and got to a safer place.

This one has fewer perks. [ Since she's pretty sure intergalactic reality TV doesn't figure into her Grand Destiny, nor will it help her find fulfillment. This blip in her life is just someone powerful out in the universe messing with Uranus and taking her from the planet that needs her.

If it's possible to World Shaking with feeling, these bugs just got the brunt of her frustrations. But at least this portion of the corridor is clear? ] Let's go.

"You too, man!"

She pulls away, conscious of how much she's violating her own rules of affection, but the giant, relieved grin doesn't leave her face. Sure, there may be a lot of other people from Para here, but none of them were her good friends. It's a sense of relief that she can't hide.

"What took you so long to get here? Traffic jam in New York?"

Crowley remained sitting, not lifting a finger to help. Pretty average, really.

"You are if you prove yourself popular enough. You stay interesting enough for our audience, they give you plenty of money to spend on...whatever the hell you want, really."

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?

[ Uranus's shoulders twitch in what might be a shrug. This person has clearly been here longer than she has, but she doesn't feel beholden to open up just because of that.

In fact, she'll go out of her way to hide her concerns behind an impossibly cool smile. ] I'm not in your seat, am I, puppy?

[ Are there stars inside the shuttle now or is that just the air around Uranus sparkling? ]

[ whoah. that certainly is one very tall, very pretty lady. one who is clearly deflecting the question, but that's alright: the fleet is a lot to throw at someone at once, and at least she's smiling at all. ]

Nuh uh. I mean, kind of, but we're all pretty big on sharing the shuttles here. I'm Jade, by the way.

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THE INAUGURAL TEST DRIVE

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Percy Jackson | Paradisa memories included

Nux | Mad Max: Fury Road

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Verolynn Dailleurs | Stars Without Number (Swan Song) OC

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Sailor Neptune | that magical girl show

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Sailor Uranus | that same show as the one above

Kanade Amou | Senki Zesshou Symphogear

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