thespacebar | // TEST DRIVE MEME

// TEST DRIVE_

Welcome to Eluvio's Test Drive Meme! Whether you'd like to try out a character in the setting, get some samples for your application, or just mess around and have fun, this is the place to do it.

If you're getting samples together, remember that you need at least four comments made by you in the thread for it to count.

Pick any of the scenarios below or make up any of your own. This is space! There are infinite worlds and possibilities. If you'd like to thread out hijacking a ship, do it! If you'd like to get stuck on a remote planet with only one other person for company, do it! Take the wheel and guide your own adventure!

The most important thing is to have fun!

➣ SCENARIO 001.

It's a normal day aboard the Eluvio.

Maybe you're on your way to work. Maybe you're hanging out with friends. You can even be up to nefarious misdeeds. Whatever the case, you're having a relatively uneventful day.

And then you see it.

From a distance, it looks like a ball of fur. Up close, it looks like a ball of fur. If you touch it, it will chitter at you. It will vibrate and purr. Where this is coming from is anyone's guess because even if you turn it over, there's nothing to see but more fur. It's pretty harmless, though.

Leave it there. Take it with you. The choice is yours.

As you continue about your day, you'll begin to notice more of these little furballs. On the ground. Sitting on tables. Here and there at random intervals. By the end of the day, they're fucking everywhere.

Good luck! If you get overwhelmed, maybe go talk to that bald starship captain who showed up last week. He might know something about the furry invaders.

➣ SCENARIO 002.

Congratulations! You've been selected to be part of the team being sent down to the planet around which the fleet is currently orbiting. Initial scans of the surface show that oxygen is in abundance, temperatures support carbon-based life-forms, and there aren't any large quantities of poisonous gases that might pose problems. Your mission is to secure a landing site, set up a camp, and locate edible flora and fauna. Stores aboard ship are running a bit low on food and it's projected to be another three weeks before the fleet reaches a station large enough to replenish supplies. Once identified, larger parties will be sent to the surface to help hunt and gather.

The good news is, scans show fruits, vegetables, and animals are plentiful.

The bad news is that once your ship lands on the planet, everything goes sideways.

An unexpected ion storm sweeps through the solar system, shorting out communications between the fleet and the team. It wreaks havoc with the electronics planet-side too, temporarily shorting out the smaller craft's navigational array. Until it passes, about six standard days, you're stuck down there. And the bountiful harvest isn't without its dangers.

Even the most docile looking animal will attack. Sampling the fruits and vegetables will cause temporary paralysis, hallucinations, and psychosis. Inhaling pollen will bring out a person's baser instincts.

The planet itself is predatory, you see. Everything on it has evolved to entice visitors from nearby systems and kill them. And the fleet's unwittingly taken the bait.

➣ SCENARIO 003.

It's been a rough day. Everything's going wrong. Machines are breaking down everywhere. The owner of your favorite business wasn't there today and the store was closed when you stopped by to pick something up. A coworker didn't show up for work, leaving you with an interested workload.

And now it feels like you're being watched.

It started about ten minutes ago, but whenever you turn to look, there's no one there. The feeling doesn't go away, though. No matter where you are, it feels like eyes are watching.

Did you hear something? A quiet, scuffling scratching sound just for a second? Maybe you did. Maybe you didn't.

But it came from the misshapen monstrosity that just punched a hole through the bulkhead right beside you. The creature makes a low, wet gargling noises and darts toward you: six to seven feet tall, vaguely humanoid, and covered in strange growths over which is stretched bubbling grayish-brown skin.

Maybe you notice tatters of familiar clothing hanging off of it. Or there's enough left of its eyes to recognize the shape and color. Or maybe something about the noises it's making sound familiar. It's your missing coworker and it looks like the unfortunate soul ran afoul of that weird slimy creature the science team brought back from that jungle planet a month ago.

The good news: you can kill it.

The bad news: it can kill you.

It's fast, it's hungry, and it reproduces at an alarming rate. A single bite can transfer the parasites in its bloodstream to you. Then you'll be just like your buddy. And that shop owner you like so much. And all of the people on Level 12. And...

➣ SCENARIO 004.

You're welcomed and encouraged to make up your own scenarios. As you can see, there will be a wide variety of the types of things your character will encounter in this game. So feel free to make your starters as horrific, sexy, lighthearted, action-packed, or slice of life as you'd like. Make up a planet, make up a location on the Eluvio, make up a ship in the fleet, fight off a zombie alien invasion, NPC Captain Picard, there's no limit to what you can do on the TDM.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

001.

[ The thing with Hera is that - well, frankly, she's not the kind of person to fall for something just because it's cute and furry. Most of the things she likes are mechanical and speak in binary. So it makes sense that when she spots the cute, furry thing on the ship, instead of cooing over it or promising to take it home and feed it, she gets a rather suspicious look on her face. ]

What is this, and where did it come from?

002.

[ So far, so good. Uncharted world, plenty of food, just need to establish a base camp. Of course, Hera has had enough plans go sideways on her to not trust their good luck just yet. ]

Specter One to Eluvio. Come in, Eluvio. Well, this is just great. The communicator's on the fritz. Is yours down, too?

004.

[ Who knew that a regular old supply run could go so bad, so fast? Hera. Hera knew. This is the story of her life. A mysterious third party, showing up and shooting at them before they can even dock? Yep. Fortunately, she's at the helm of the Ghost, which means she's got this.

She pulls up on the controls, swings out of the way of what appears to be some kind of fighter. Flips on her comm, to speak to the other pilot. ]

I sure hope you know evasive maneuvers!

[ Well, out of everyone who's shown up here, Lando never thought he'd see someone he knows. He's stepping over the little furry creatures left right and center, but he's not about to ignore a familiar face. ]

Captain Syndulla! What a surprise. Afraid I can't answer your question about these little guys; I'm as in the dark as you are.

[ Now that's a voice - and a face - that Hera will never forget. And not in a good way. The fuzzy things are momentarily forgotten as her eyes narrow dangerously. ]

You.

Now, Hera... [ He doesn't like the sound of that greeting. Best to backpedal a bit, save his footing. ] Is that any way to treat an old friend?

[ The sound she makes is something between a sarcastic snort and a humorless laugh. ]

Friend? Is that what you call what you did to me? Friendship?

Hey, it all worked out in the end, didn't it? We all got where we needed to go.

[ Except then they ended up here. That throws a wrench in things. ]

Obviously it didn't, since we're here.

[ And here is obviously not someplace Hera wants to be. ]

You didn't have anything to do with this, did you?

Me? What hand could I possibly have in this? I'm as lost as you are.

[ Hera gives an eloquent shrug. ]

You've been responsible for me ending up in unfriendly hands before, it's not a completely illogical conclusion to come to.

But if you're not responsible, then who is?

Didn't you watch the welcome video? An "anomaly" brought us in. [ Complete with finger quotes. Goes to show how much faith he puts in that explanation. ]

The hands aren't necessarily unfriendly, but they're certainly unfamiliar.

I have a hard time imagining the people here actually expect us to believe that story. [ Hera says with a snort. Please, she's not stupid, Lando! ]

Kidnappings don't happen by accident. An "anomaly" doesn't "accidentally" bring me and my ship here, without my crew.

Believe what you want. So far I haven't been able to calculate a hyperspace jump back to where I was. So whatever brought us here, for the time being, we're stuck.

That's a situation I intend to fix, sooner or later.

[ The last thing she's going to do is sit around and wait for this thing to resolve itself. She's got a rebellion to fight, and family to protect. ]

Good. Let me know when you do, I'll be eager to return to Endor.

[ There's a celebration awaiting him, after all. If the Rebels haven't already moved on by now. ]

Uh-huh.

[ Lando you are pretty low on her list of "people to inform when the escape plan is hatched" but you'll probably be included on the list anyway. ]

[Seems like Allura has a similar idea, because no sooner does Hera turn to ask about the communicator, Allura's fiddling around with hers with a haggard sigh before finally giving up, getting nothing but broken feedback and silence no matter how much she messes with it.

She shakes her head, frowning and looking up at her partner.]

I'm not getting any contact either.

Well, this is peachy.

[ She glances around at the unfamiliar landscape, trying to ascertain what might be causing the interference. Mostly she just sees plant life. ]

Something's not right about this.

Must be some sort of storm causing the interference. [The frown remains plastered on her face, and she's looking up at what she can make of the sky through the scattered leaves and branches overhead.

Not any storm she can see, but--]

Or perhaps we landed out of range. You would think the servers would be better.

[She's not about to jump to conclusions though, even if she does suddenly feel like they're being watched.]

Perhaps if we get to higher ground we'll be able to reach someone.

It doesn't make any sense - an electrical storm, maybe, but we should be well within range.

[ Hera glances at her communicator again, frowning. ]

Let's set out - we can do some recon, maybe find a decent place to set up camp, and work this problem out.

Well, whatever it is, as long as we stay together we should be fine. At least we aren't stuck alone out here.

[Well, technically they are but...a small team is better than being stuck on a planet alone.

She nods.]

We should start collecting food and resources as well. When we do get in contact, having some supplies ready to send back may prove useful.

Base camp first. [ Hera nods, well used to prioritizing. ]

We need to make sure we find a spot that's defensible, and from which we can get the supplies to the shuttles and back to the ship.

The scanners did pick up a slightly elevated location about a... [she pauses, trying to remember the measurements used.] kilometer west from where we landed before communications were lost.

It wouldn't be a bad place to start, at the very least.

Sounds good. And hopefully, there won't be anything worse over the horizon.

[ Hera hopes for the best, but plans for the worst - her blaster is ready in case there's trouble. ]

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Hera Syndulla | Star Wars: Rebels

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