ELEVENTH WAVE

[astrogate]

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


You 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 alone.


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 your welcome party.

Comments

[throwsdown]

I'm careful. I'm very careful.

[Especially now.]

I'm Takeshi. I'm from the Tokyo team. There's lots of people all over who have to hunt aliens, though. Lots and lots.

[ironsights]

[ a small shake of the head. ]

Sorry. I'm from Tokyo -- but I haven't heard anything about any team like that.

[ and then a soft sigh before he pulls his communication device from his pocket. holding it out so takeshi can see what it is. ]

... you have one of these, right? It's like a cellphone. My name's -- [ a brief pause before he continues. ] -- my name's Kazama. I don't fight aliens, but I'm a soldier. If you're ever in danger here, call for me using it.

[ it's the most he's spoken in a long time. how uncomfortable. ]

[throwsdown]

[... He looks at the screen, and then looks at his own after he draws it out.

A nod.]

I—Um, if something bad happens, I'll let you know! Sir!