WELCOME TO A SHITTY JAMJAR-ESQUE PSL STARTER
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.
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.
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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.]
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Where are clues?
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[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.]
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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! ]
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The screens? Alright. [404 spends one last moment checking out
admiringthe mechs before joining them. 623 let himself be pulled.]Is this station from your time? It must be if you know those units.
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[ 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.
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...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.]
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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?
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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.]