THE AMAZING BASE.

[agogemod]

WHO? Everybody!
WHAT? Welcome home, nerds.
WHEN? Outside time and space, in the aether between dimensions.
ANYTHING ELSE? There is also a fish. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.

MYSTERY FISH;

question the mystery fish

DEPARTING GALLIPOLI

The order comes the day after the Marie Antoinette sets sail:

PACK UP AND GET READY TO MOVE OUT. WE'VE DONE ALL WE CAN HERE.

DEPLOYMENT: BASE.

WE NEED TO RESTOCK. BE PREPARED FOR MORE TRANSFERS ON ARRIVAL.

STAY SAFE. TIME-STEP EXPECTED TO BEGIN WITHIN THE HOUR.

FOR THOSE OF YOU NEW TO COST: FIND A SECLUDED SPOT AND TRY NOT TO EAT ANYTHING BEFORE THE JUMP.

The Time-Step

The transfer begins like a vibrating heat on the collar bone, just a hum of sensation.

But the vibration spreads. Veteran COST soldiers often refer to this phenomenon as "the buzz". The feeling builds, not unlike standing near a great engine or the wind-rattled branches of a massive tree. There is a long moment of motion sickness and you can't be sure if the world is shaking you from the inside out or the outside in. It may be better to close your eyes against the growing nausea, as the world blurs out of focus.

A star shines in the distance. You may hear the faint rustling of leaves. Some swear they hear voices in this moment, indistinct words echoing off nothingness. Others say they feel a touch of the divine, that the eyes of the eternal look down upon you. Ancient bones rattle just out of earshot, cold and brittle and nothing more than the suggestion of sound. Or maybe it's only an illusion, brought on by the powerful technology grafted into your skin.

One thing is for sure: One moment you are here and the next you are not.

The shift takes you from whatever solitude you could find aboard the Marie Antoinette to the temperature-regulated hallway of what looks like a very poorly put together space station. Droids rush up and down the long hallway, fixing broken bits of machinery or just chattering with each other. A few crows sit on high ledges, looking down and watching. Someone mutters something about a centaur around the corner.

And you might just notice, provided you were in Gallipoli long enough to acquire stowaways, that the parasites lurking on your skin are mercifully gone.

For new arrivals who didn't experience Gallipoli: You, too, will appear in this long hallway, filled with droids and crows and humans (still filthy and clad in ANZAC uniforms, carrying battered equipment from the first World War). And you'll be wearing the minimal COST-issued athletic underwear and holding whatever one item you were allowed to bring. Surprise!

READ THE BASE INFOPAGE.

home away from home

Those who have been to BASE before may find a strangeness to it all: BASE seems...still. The windows show a verdant world instead of the usual aether (though with the typical paranoia), and the halls are bereft of all but a few crows. A man stands at the end of the long hallway you arrived in, waiting for you to get your bearings before he speaks.

Except, you know, he's not a man. He's a centaur.

"It's been barely a week since you left, by my reckoning. But for you, I'm sure, it's been much longer. Still, much has changed. You may have noticed we are...becalmed. This is due, it seems, to an error in our ways. We kept something that does not belong to us, several wild creatures that are meant to be free. They seem to have psychically called out to their home, and their home responded; we are now somewhat stranded.

"But let me explain—the Aether is the nexus between worlds and times, but it is not a dead thing. Creatures live in it. We have crashed onto the back of one such creature, a mighty beast, as large as a small country and entirely undiscovered. We have found why the creature has intercepted us: we have accidentally taken captive some of its children. Shapers, the wild creatures I mentioned, it seems they form a symbiotic bond with the creature, and live happily within its stomach."

He frowns, considering this.

"Shapers, I should mention, are creatures that briefly infested our fair BASE. The issue was dealt with, though we kept some for experimentation. The coelacanth took issue with this, it seems. It can speak, of course; we are stranded very near its head, and if you wish to ask it a question, I implore you to do so. The creature is older than creation—older than me—and only speaks once to any creature it encounters. It's said its wisdom brings kings to their knees."

His eyes crinkle in humor.

"My name is Chiron and I am the caretaker of this place, for those of you whom I have not had the pleasure of meeting. More importantly, I am a trainer and a teacher of some experience; if you wish training or schooling of any sort, do summon me. I will be happy to assist."

He's easy to contact, often found in the library, the training area, his capsule, or elsewhere in the station, attempting to fix what he understands and arguing with crows.

"We intended to spend this time exploring, for this is a rare opportunity to discover more of an entirely uncharted world. I hasten you to see if anything on the coelacanth can be of use, but be careful. Take only what you need, not what you may want. I intend to learn my lessons well; these creatures are not pets. Takes food, water, and any materials of use to us for our survival and perseverance, but no more. We task you with this: explore the coelacanth, and see what of it can be understood. Bring us back samples, but do try to interrupt the natural habitat as little as possible. We are guests here."

He bows and the action shows a slight limp in one of his back legs.

"I would join you, but I am far too old for such activities. Still, do pepper me with any questions you should encounter. I am always available on the network, or in person, within this hulking mass we call home."

And then he leaves you to find your capsules and rest.

CAPSULE ASSIGNMENTS

Once you've found your room and settled in—perhaps taken a shower, collected clothes, and eaten—a droid will approach you with camping equipment and give you a brief explanation of how to access and use the database. It's time to get your gear and go.

Of course, you can decline. You can stay and tend to the fort, maybe try and clean up this patchwork jumble of metal and machinery. But seeing the sights on the back of a giant fish flying through non-space? Who can say no to that?


the undiscovered country.

BASE's airlocks open into a lush valley, vibrant with color and rustling with life that has thrived on the coelacanth's back for millennia. It's a striking shift from the rot and gunfire of Gallipoli, unmarked by shrapnel, bombshells, and never-fresh air.

No, the air here is clean in a way that can leave you breathless, untouched by pollutants and stirred into a gentle breeze. It's a marked departure for anyone used to a more modern Earth or rough equivalent; letting the air sit on your tongue leaves a crisp, unsullied taste behind. And the whole forest feels alive, in a way that reminds you of how small you really are.

A white crow perches in a tree near BASE's exit, too high up to properly engage but a stark contrast to the bright leaves around her. She merely watches recruits come and go with a shrewd eye, feathers fluffed against the light chill. There are other crows scattered throughout the wilderness, some easier to find than others as they flit through the trees, sit on camping equipment, or hitch rides on the hoverbikes.

Besides those brief flashes of black feathers, however, you're left unsupervised.

Try not to fuck up anything too badly.

EXPLORE:INFOPAGE|DATABASE
talk to a fish | destruction report

NAV. NETWORK LOGS OOC MEMES PLURK

Comments

[neutronium]

...ah.

[Well, somehow he isn't surprised the man is a hedonist. There might be a flush on his cheeks, but Hux is still frowning, clearly disapproving. He always found more efficient uses of his time

If it was flirtation, Hux wouldn't even register it as that; if anyone had flirted with him, he wouldn't know.

However, the next statement gets a true smile from him, and a nod of his head.]


Now that is something I can certainly agree with. Those who are given things and don't earn...they never appreciate what they have.

[inconstantly]

[Well look at that. Something they can both agree on. John finds himself a little surprised. For as much presentation as the man displays he would have guessed a different kind of outlook. It's not always a terrible thing to be proven wrong.]

I've been working at it nearly every day since I was a teenager. Reading books, seeking out lessons, practicing. That's what this is.

[He gestures to the fire lingering in the air and with a wave of the hand the words spelled in flame take on a new shape: a crude but unmistakable drawing of a penis.]

[neutronium]

[Hux sighed, shaking his head. It was as if Kylo Ren decided to become a prankster instead of a destructive force.]

...I assume you do other things besides make crude words and gestures with your abilities?

[He gestures.]

If I had a gift like that, I certainly wouldn't waste it on those things.

[After all, he had never wasted his own efforts on (what he perceived) selfish and petty things.]

[inconstantly]

Of course I do, my dearest Hux. But look where we are. There are currently no missions to be undertaken or battles to be fought. Even under the circumstances I aim to keep myself sharp. Hence exercising the muscle as it were.

[A wave of the hand and any trace of fire and smoke quickly blinks out of the air.]

Why not have a little fun with it?

[neutronium]

[My dearest--] ...are you mocking me?

[Hux genuinely did struggle to determine when people were making fun of him in that way. Though it had to be that Constantine clearly was--just like the Dameron 'Hugs' comment'.

Still, instead of getting angry, he continued to listen--and what he said made sense.

Even if he thought the methods were silly.]

I often find that 'fun' is an excuse to not use abilities to full potential, but I know my methods also aren't for everyone. [He, after all, doesn't work with wizards.]

Sadl I don't have any real way to work on excercising my own muscles, besides mental games.

[Building technological systems aren't going to be that easy or useful here.]

[inconstantly]

[John would have no idea why Hux was confused if the other man hadn't said anything about it. The accusation catches him off guard, and even then he has to mentally play back what he had said in an attempt to pinpoint the offense.]

Mocking? I usually make it a point to let my targets of ridicule know what is happening within the moment. If you're referring to "dearest," then you'll simply have to get used to it.

[He kicks at the ground idly. John's speech is peppered in terms of endearment that don't necessarily have any weight behind them. It's more of a verbal pattern than anything, and not one on which he often stops to reflect.] Not going to change the way I talk.

[neutronium]

Ah well that's...appreciated. [To know that he'd know when he's being ridiculed. He might be turning a curious shade of pink right now, and he clears his throat a little.]

Glad to know it's a turn of phrase; we all have different manners of speaking, given we're from different planets.

[He notes the kicking of the ground, and it is clear to him that John is being sincere--he wasn't attempting to mock Hux. Something goes out of him in that--it...that being readily admitted is odd to him. People's armor is not as built, or defensive here, in some ways.]

I'm not asking you to. I've just--

--I am not used to hearing that word.

[No one has ever called him that.]

I'll remember you speak that way for future knowledge. Speak in terms of endearment, and spell vulgarities in flame.

[inconstantly]

Now you're getting it.

[And John as in his custom of being too familiar reaches toward Hux to clap the other man's arm in approval.]

And I'll remember that you're not necessarily smelling shit, that's just your face.

[He tosses Hux a grin. Relax, he's just messing with you. Or don't relax. Seems more likely.]

But I should be getting back to BASE around now. Have got a food appointment of sorts I'd be a fool to miss.

[neutronium]

[Hux rolled his eyes, but let the jab roll off his back, and even managed a small smirk himself when Constantine grinned at him. It's a start.]

Of course. Hopefully I'll see you around.

[He gave a nod of his head, and started to continue his walk. This had been an interesting talk; he did actually mean he was interested in seeing Constantine at another time. But of course, time would tell.]