sixteenth jump

[starked]

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

[talkstoengines]

"Yeah, we got some help for the folks who don't know about space and stuff, but it can still be pretty scary."

She grins and holds out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Kaylee! Nice to meet you."

[gunshiptotheface]

He'll shake her hand, don't mind the fact that he's pretty much like a dinosaur with the plating and talons.

"So, Kaylee, what do you do around here?"

[talkstoengines]

It's weird, but she ignores it pretty easily. Kaylee is like that. "Oh, I'm a mechanic, I tinker around in engineering, sometimes with the shuttles, see if we can't get some of 'em workin'."

[gunshiptotheface]

"The shuttles not functioning or are they broken?" Garrus was suddenly having flashbacks to the many times he'd fixed the mako in the Normandy's cargo bay. He'd spent more than a few months working on it and it's main cannon before the Normandy had upgraded the main guns to the awe-inspiring Thanix cannon.

[talkstoengines]

"Little of both, probably. We got a few running, not enough to evacuate everyone, though." Her voice drops as she says those words - no point screaming that one from the rooftops. "Not enough fuel to get very far, either, and who knows when we'll be stoppin' for supplies?"

[gunshiptotheface]

"Sounds like a bad situation entirely. Better to take our chances if this ship goes down instead of trying for the escape shuttles then." It was good information to know, but it wasn't comforting in the slightest.

[talkstoengines]

"Maybe. First priority is kids, of course," she says with a shrug. "Got a few of 'em here, who knows why."

[gunshiptotheface]

"There are children on this ship?" That was something that made Garrus entirely uncomfortable with the thought of his time serving on various ships. "They'd take priority then, even if it is a false hope if we're in dark space."

[talkstoengines]

"Yep, it's a pretty messed-up situation we got but that's how it is." She shakes her head a little, thinking of the kids. "Little ones, don't see why anyone'd do that, but don't rightly see why anyone'd do this at all."

[gunshiptotheface]

"This entire thing seems rather messed up." He replied and shook his head, "I should let you get showered, this...stuff isn't comfortable to stand around covered in."

[talkstoengines]

"Guess even aliens can be gentlemen," she says with a little laugh, thinking of Simon. "I'll probably see you around."

[gunshiptotheface]

"Not all of us dislike humans," he'll reply with a flare of his mandibles in a turian kind of smile. "Hopefully next time we meet we won't be covered in...whatever this is."

[talkstoengines]

"Only happens once a month," she says cheerily, giving him a little wave as she bounces off towards the showers.