twentieth jump;

[hypospray]

CHARACTERS: any and all
LOCATION: Gravity Couches and beyond
WARNINGS: maybe some swearing, or even some violence, and more than likely some implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: Keeping up with the tradition and copy pasted like always from the last one 



Yͨ̉̈́͏̮͙́ͅơ̻̞̤̺͕̬͙̯͐̒͆̚͘ͅu̵̪͕̼̣̙͙ͮ̆͊̓̿͌͢ wake up in darkness.

There's a breathing tube jammed down your trachea, and you're suspended in a tube of clear blue fluid. Upon registering your level of consciousness, the gravity couch drains the fluid surrounding you and retracts the breathing apparatus; the doors in front of you open, and you're deposited on the floor of a stark, sterile medical bay.


You are not ã̖͉̱̟̞͓̜̠l͚̼̹̟͎̙̘͍ͮ̅ȯ̧͆ͯ́ͦ͏̦̱̥n̛̹̖ͫͪͥͯe͛͌ͫͦ̒ͣ͂̕҉̠̯..


There are others who have come before you, others who are awakening beside you. Some may be familiar to you, perhaps even friends. Others have much less amiable plans. Some are merely alien and inexplicable, but there are always those who might mean you harm.

After you catch your breath and your vision returns, you notice a number on the inside of your forearm. Maybe it's a familiar number. Maybe it means something. Maybe it's just a number. But the number—completely unique to you—is a tattoo, and it does not come off.

If you enter the room adjacent to the medbay, you will find a small locker with your number on it, surrounded by rows upon rows of identical lockers. Inside, you will find a few of your personal items, a communications device, and a ship's uniform in your exact size. The comms device is fully powered and connects directly to the ship's network; it's your only means of communication beyond physical conversation. Upon turning the device on, a neutral, automated voice will say, "Please take the blue lift to the passenger quarters." Any other attempts at communicating with the rest of the network are met only with static.


This is y͏̵͟o̡͘͡u̶̧͘͟r̨̀́̕ welcome party.

Comments

Re: Nomi Sunrider / Open / Pods, Lockers, Corridors...

[bailedontheempire]

[The use of the word Force like that catches Bail's attention. A quick examination confirms that it was used in the exact context he suspected.]

That is a rather complicated question, Jedi.

[ridesthesun]

[That accent...well...at least that's familiar. Alderaanian? She turns and looks the man up and down.]

Oh? Well...what can you tell me, sir?

[bailedontheempire]

You're on a vessel, but one unlike any the Republic has in its fleets.

[He gestures toward the pods]

The drive requires those chambers for humans to survive a jump.

[ridesthesun]

Some primitive form of hyperdrive then?

[She eyes them dubiously]

How were we abducted?

[bailedontheempire]

That's not entirely clear. New people arrive every time the ship jumps, so it may be something to do with the drives they use.

[ridesthesun]

Well there's clearly some correspondence between the two.

[She offers a hand in greeting, though, after realizing she's been a bit rude, and she'll attempt to make up for it with some formality.]

I'm called Nomi. Nomi Sunrider. Who do I have the honor of addressing?

[bailedontheempire]

[He shakes the hand firmly, diplomatically saying nothing of any impoliteness]

Bail Organa of Alderaan.

[ridesthesun]

Organa?

[Well, there's a familiar name. The Organa family was well known as nobility, at least. She's even met some of his distant ancestors in the Empress Teta system.]

Should I address you as Lord Organa, then?

[bailedontheempire]

You might.

[He hasn't really been concerning himself overmuch with formality here]

Senator would also be correct.

[ridesthesun]

Senator Organa, then.

[She bows her head formally.]

Then allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Nomi Sunrider, Grand Master of the Jedi Order. It's good to see someone else from the Republic, at least.

[bailedontheempire]

[Well... that name does sound somewhat familiar, in a historical documents sense]

There are actually quite a number of us here. But... it's a somewhat complicated matter.

[ridesthesun]

Complicated how?

[bailedontheempire]

[There is really no way to put this that doesn't sound absurd]

The drives the ship use seem to be able to reach across time as well as space.

[ridesthesun]

...Time...?

[bailedontheempire]

I have read of you in history books. And there are others even further ahead of me.

[ridesthesun]

History books? And...further ahead? How much further?

[bailedontheempire]

Millenia. And Solo and Luke are decades still.

[Which... not as huge a difference, but it was an eventful period]

[ridesthesun]

Millenia.

Can you prove this, Senator?

[She doesn't feel a lie, but...]

[bailedontheempire]

Unfortunately, I have no documentation available.

[This was easier when there was the "you should look older/younger" factor at play]

If I recall, House Panteer was on the throne of Alderaan in your time.

[ridesthesun]

Yes...they are.

[She shakes her head, perplexed]

Forgive me, I don't...think you're lying it's just a lot to take in.

[bailedontheempire]

My house has ruled for centuries in my time.

[One little succession crisis a couple decades ago aside...]

It gets very overwhelming. I don't think any two of us are from the same time.

[ridesthesun]

I imagine that makes gatherings a little confusing then, keeping it all straight.

[bailedontheempire]

To put it mildly.

[He's still not sure what to even call Luke.]

[ridesthesun]

Well Senator Organa, is there a protocol or procedure I need to be observing, as a new...arrival?

[bailedontheempire]

You'll find a cabin with the number from your tattoo. But no specific procedures once you've retrieved the effects from your locker.