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

[realian]

[ In front of one of the random command consoles, there appears to be a pile of dingy brown rags. The screen of the console seems to be going haywire, and between glitches, a strange language spills across the screen. Some of the characters would probably seem familiar to anyone knowing Federation Standard, but they don't seem to spell out anything that makes sense. Though, after a moment or two the alarms thankfully stop.

Will you investigate the console or ragpile? y/n? ]

OMG Emeralda

[y_so_standard]

[Well, considering there are two of him there, the Standard URTV obviously chose both. After all, it was prudent to know all about ones surroundings, especially if one has just woken up there. Unit 623 investigated the rag pile, while 404 went to have a look at the console, the federation standard similarities giving him pause]

[[ooc: let me know if you want me to change anything]]

THEY'RE GONNA BE BEST FRIENDS maybe haha

[realian]

[ There's a chime from the console as the text blanks out, and a somewhat outdated looking UI takes its place. At first, the writing seems like jibberish, but it's already being translated. Some efficient nanomachines might just be trying to help you out, 404. There are station diagnostics, lists of command codes, and the name of the station itself "Proarkhe".

The rag pile, on the other hand, does nothing while the text is being translated. But once it's finished, the small child inside them stirs and pulls her reforming arm out of a crack in the console. Her arm is still silver for a moment before it fully takes shape and a more natural skin color fades into it.

She stands upright and begins to sway back and forth, staring at 623. ]

Not Bart?

Two(ish) kids who are weird in the head? BEST BUDDIES

[y_so_standard]

[Two sets of blue eyes whipped to the reforming girl, and she can probably tell she's set them on guard.]

Identify yourself. [That was 623, 404 had to split his part of the overminds attention between her and the console, but they weren't reading threat. Yet.]

[Clearly not Bart. Did the shorter hair clue you in?]

weird might be an understatement :'D

[realian]

[ Wow, he's not getting it. And it's so simple too... to her. Too bad whatever connection between processing and verbal communication there was is somewhat broken, to say the least. She'll at least answer his question to move things along.

She points a finger at herself. ]

Emeralda.

You... Help.

It could work

[y_so_standard]

[Slowly, 623's posture relaxed. Not completely, but somewhat. Even if she'd just reformed from whatever she'd been doing, she seemed...like a normal civilian from what little he knew.]

Are you in trouble? What system is this station in? [Maybe she knew what this place was and why there was only two of him here. But he was also relieved that she wasn't screaming at him.]

[realian]

[ She hops in place at his first question, because she does need help. ]

Not Bart's system.

[y_so_standard]

[Dawn breaks over marble head here. The name of the station is unfamiliar, and it seems to him that it is unfamiliar to her too. Then that would mean...]

You are far from home. [He thinks she means star system rather then the system that the station was running on.]

Correction. We are far from home. [That was 404 as he scrolled through the commands. He can not help or bring her home, but he does feel responsible a little for her now. And what can he say, he's curious about her.] How did you get your arm into the console? Are you a new type of reconnaissance Realian?

[[ooc: I'm going on the assumption she wasn't hiding pulling her arm out]]

[realian]

(( She wasn't! 8D ))

[ She hops several times in place, because she knows that word. ]

Kim's realian! Come! Show... Nnn.. you Fei's Kim and Not Bart! Home!

[ Then she turns suddenly to start off down the corridor, which ends just around a bend. The door in the wall there slides open to reveal a huge hangar. She hops again in the doorway urging that they follow. Inside are a number of ships, but against the far wall at special docks are two ESes and several Omnigears. ]

[y_so_standard]

[A Realian then, well, that explained a few things. He knew more how to act with Realians than he did with normal humans, so it was a load off his shoulders, even if there was two of them.

Still, she's run off now and he has to follow, two sets of feet running after her, and he can't suppress the gasp of startlement at the large mechs. Oh he is impressed, and don't you let him tell you otherwise.]

A.W.G.S? But where are the soldiers?

[realian]

Home!

[ She points at the dark blue ES. ]

Not Bart! You but... red.

[ She stares up at 623, with the most hopeful expression she can muster (it's a lot like a blank expression). Surely he understands who is just like him only red. Not that this understanding will actually help in any way since their brothers aren't here and there are no vessels in those ESes. But, maybe if they know she knows Jr., they'll be more willing to help.

That's what she's hoping, anyway. ]

Is it wrong I am finding her too precious for words?

[y_so_standard]

Me, but re---Unit 666? [The number of his 'leader' brother was spoken with both of his voices. Well, it took him a while, but he thinks he understands now. Of course the freakin' Varients got to meet a new model Realian and he's only just getting to. OF COURSE. Still, his anger is at them, and not at her. So he only half tries to keep the recoil out of his face.]

You have met the monster.

hahaha YOU DON'T FIND HER ANNOYING? :'D

[realian]

Not Bart! Monster!

[ She's not going to disagree with that or anything, she just finds him to be a tolerable monster, that's all. ]

Home close. But far.

[ Super helpful. ]

Nope! ADORABLE

[y_so_standard]

Because these are here? Is one of them your unit? [Well, Realians weren't held to the same standards as humans, so perhaps she did have her own Mech unit.]

[To be honest, she's kind of growing on him. He's never met someone like her.] How far?

a first!

[realian]

[ She shakes her head, then starts to point to the mechs in succession. ]

Not Bart, Not Doc, Fei's Kim, Elly.

[ Any of those ring a bell? Probably not. And she doesn't quite know how to answer the next one. ]

Years. But, mmm next to.

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 .-. ]