WELCOME TO A SHITTY JAMJAR-ESQUE PSL STARTER

[uzuki]

Good morning! Have a shrill alarm followed by an almost robotic voice on repeat. "If you have seen the pilot of Omega Res Novae..." "Security Breach. Please enter the administrator passcode at a designated command terminal." is the bland phrase that is being repeated at 60 second intervals.

Sure, you're probably confused. After all, you've somehow been deposited in a sterile metal room, in an (albeit comfortable) completely plain bunk. But, there's little time to get your bearings. That alarm will probably drive you insane before long, and it isn't likely that you'll stop it on your own. It should compel you toward the door, which opens automatically into a metal hallway. On one side there are numbered doors identical to the one you've just exited. On the other? Windows! Because some benevolent creator wanted to let you immediately see that you are stuck on an archaic space station.

There is a metal ring (where you currently are), surrounding a clear dome that is accessible by two large corridors. There seems to be greenery inside of the dome. Not, that it matters, since those access points seem kind of far.

On the bright side though, there is a hangar somewhere along the ring! And it has one of those handy command terminals right outside of it too.

Comments

Gosh. Also I love how you're playing her

[y_so_standard]

Years but next to... [Both the standard units looked at each other, trying to figure out her code.]

[623 looked at her, while 404 when to get closer to the mechs.] Years? Do you mean here but a different time? [Contrary to what 667 thought, the Standard URTV's were not stupid. Just angry and inexperienced.]

[realian]

((djkfhsdjkgh THANK YOU. I haven't played through gears in so long, so I only have half an idea of what I'm doing lmao))

[ Here comes the excited hopping again. ]

Time! Future far! After Fei's Kim. All gone.

[ And that's when she stops. No more family, and no more surrogate family unless they find a way back. ]

[y_so_standard]

[[ooc: Well, I like her.]]

[Oh. He does know that emotion, it's one of the few he knows when worn by other people.] Then our mission is clear, we need to get you home, your proper time-home.

[realian]

Home.

[ She slips her hand into one of his, because they're definitely friends now. And she's absolutely ready for that going home part now. She'll just look up at him expectantly, swaying slightly. ]

[y_so_standard]

[623 looks at the hand in his, confused for a moment. No one has ever held his hand.]

It...may take a while, but we will succeed. Maybe there will be more clues around the station. [He does not feel that this is a false promise, because if there was a way here, there has to be a way home.]

[realian]

[ That should be true! And since Emeralda is like a walking access key, they can check pretty much anywhere. ]

Where are clues?

[y_so_standard]

[Face it Standard URTV, you've hit the jackpot?]

[623 shook his head.] I don't know yet. That's why we have to look. I'm looking by the mechs now, since you seem to recognize them, perhaps they hold a connection.

[404 was indeed having a look near the units, though perhaps there was more of looking at them for the sake of looking at them rather then actually investigating, but there was some of that going on too. The joys of having one mind in many bodies, he was great at multitasking.]

[realian]

[ She looks back and forth between them slowly, then gives a little nod. She understands their connection, at least somewhat. After all, she's kind of similar, but all her pieces are tinier. ]

Empty.

[ She motions to the ESes. They're obviously devoid of pilots, but they're just shells now too. They might not be clues anymore. ]

Screen has clues.

[ Time to start pulling him back to that command screen! ]

[y_so_standard]

[True, the Standard URTV probably did function very similar to what she was made of.]

The screens? Alright. [404 spends one last moment checking out admiring the mechs before joining them. 623 let himself be pulled.]

Is this station from your time? It must be if you know those units.

[realian]

After.

[ She leads 623 back to the computer, and crouches down. Excuse her while her arms melt into silver goo and slide into the paneling again. It takes maybe a few seconds of working for documents to start popping up on the screen. They're all in an unfamiliar language though. Likely, the only readable things there are numerals. ]

Clues!

[ Her arms begin to reform as she pulls them from the console and scrambles to her feet. She hops and points excitedly at the screen. sorry, they're PDFs and won't translate onscreen .-. ]

[y_so_standard]

[She can probably tell he's having a little trouble trying to figure it out when both of the Standards had to go look at the console to try it.]

...Can you read this? I don't recognize the language. [He...is a little embarrassed. Here he was trying to be actually competent and maybe show up her memory of Jr for reasons.]

[realian]

[ As Emeralda stares up at the screen, her eyes kind of glaze over. ]

Year 1643, Transcends Ignas. Proarkhe Metempsychosis research, phase six. Test subjects acquired through Zohar Link. Test Subject 5492, Test Subject 5493, Test Subject 5494, and Test Subject 5495 in stable condition after transfer. Identities confirmed with genetic testing against documented samples.

[ She pauses, shaking her head as if she's shaking the information away. ]

Clue?

[y_so_standard]

[404 and 623 looked at each other, clearly thinking about this, until finally 623 looked once again at Emeralda.]

Maybe. If this was a research station, who knows what they've done? Science is very powerful.

[It created him after all, and her. And he thinks they're special.]