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space_aces ([personal profile] space_aces) wrote in [community profile] thegreatspacerace2022-09-28 07:29 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD
Your journey only happened because of your benefactor, so it begets that it starts at your benefactor as well. SUPERBIA, which is as much of a location as it is an entity, is where everyone's search for Fortuna begins.

There's not much of a welcome party: shortly after their fateful encounter with SUPERBIA, in which they swore to join the quest to find Fortuna, the new Privateers will find themselves afflicted by a sudden change in perspective. See, teleportation is a tricky process, so from SUPERBIA's point of view, why not make the target destination none other than itself? One highly disconcerting moment later, and the Privateers find themselves inside the belly of the beast.

The vast mega-structure is shockingly lonely, void of anyone other than the Privateers. Those who look off the metal satellite and to The Network for intelligence (or take a skim at the Space Wikipedia article) will find out that the surrounding space is clear for lightyears; rumors have it that the place is cursed. It won't take long to understand why.


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Overclocked




The innards of SUPERBIA are that of an impossibly scaled up computer, and the Privateers start right in the middle of it. You are the spider living in the dusty PS4. Literal rivers of coolant, transistors the size of mountains, landscapes made entirely of circuitry. The sky, bounded by a distant metal ceiling, is constantly alight with coursing electricity that cracks the sky with lightning storms. It can be assumed that the Privateers are the first living things to set foot here, because such a place is not ever meant to be traversed by delicate, organic, mortals that worry about things such as "temperature" or "voltage". SUPERBIA needs not lifeforms to continue its operations; why design for them? Traversal itself is difficult: unscalable walls and perilous drops are common to encounter. The only company the Privateers will find are oddly adorable maintenance robots, which sadly seem too occupied by their directives of maintaining the massive machine to offer any assistance (or even acknowledgement of their new guests).

It is immediately clear that the most urgent priority is to get the hell out of here. Before your adventure ends at the starting line.


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Skeletons In The Closet

If one stays inside SUPERBIA, either by getting horribly lost or losing all common sense, one will notice a peculiar pattern emerge as one gets deeper into the bowels of the mega-structure. Passages shrink and become more level, and the incredible hostility and danger of the surroundings fade away, until one comes across areas which were definitely intended for humanoid organisms to use at one point.

The construction of these areas is cramped, unfurnished, and dreary; they are reminiscent of artificial environments meant to handle harsh external conditions like a submarine or bunker, but they are entirely livable. One can eventually find distinct rooms, but everything in them has crumbled to dust and their original purpose is nigh impossible to discern. Deeper investigation may reveal the few items that have stood the test of time. While it is more plausible for life to have existed here, that doesn't seem to be the case now. What happened here?

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The Shipyard

In the opposite direction, when one finally reaches the outer edges of SUPERBIA, they will be rewarded with the place to pick up a spaceship and a stunningly beautiful view of outer space. The outside of SUPERBIA has no atmosphere to get between you and the stars, and they shine brightly, like a beacon calling one out into the first steps of adventure.

The shipyard is already filled with countless space ships of every size, form, and function, all autonomously constructed by SUPERBIA's factories over the countless years. What's the harm in taking one or twenty out for a spin? Even if one has no intentions of permanent ownership of the vehicle, it's not like SUPERBIA will miss it. For a Privateer with a more specific vision, however, there are kiosks around the yard which will allow one to design their very own space ship down to their exact specifications. When the process is done SUPERBIA's matter printers will have it out and space-ready right before your very eyes.

If a Privateer has a ship, vehicle, or large item that they intended to bring with them, they will also find them here, neatly parked in the Shipyard. Why didn't SUPERBIA extend this courtesy to the pilot's themselves? The answer is revealed as soon as the owner makes a closer inspection: the inner contents have been rearranged, like a whirlwind was unleashed inside and assorted loose items thrown around. Now aren't you glad your transportation was given special attention, and the same didn't happen to your innards?

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Hot Crewmates in Your Area

But how will a single Privateer man an entire space ship? No worries: when one steps into a ship, the strangely endearing maintenance robots will suddenly take acute interest. The robots will follow inside and immediately start assuming the duties of a spacefarer, eliminating the need for extra hands on deck.

Even still, there's just no eliminating the want for a human touch, though. Thankfully even that dilemma has a contingency plotted by SUPERBIA.

Communication devices are easily available on every space ship. They come in all shapes and sizes, ranging from huge stationary consoles to portable smartphone-like screens. But whenever a Privateer attempts to access the Network, a pop-up will appear, obscuring the whole screen.


The device will be rendered unusable until one relents to the pop-up's demands and provides answers to its questions. What will these be used for? The mystery will be solved when a social media app mysteriously installs itself on the same device, with profiles preemptively made for every Privateer. Each Privateer's profile consists of their given answers, paired with embarrassingly candid photographs. SUPERBIA has eyes in many places it seems.
thefifthchild: (deeply displeased)

I

[personal profile] thefifthchild 2022-10-09 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Damian cocks his head, which just so happens to be shielded by a leather hood, like he's said something exceptionally obvious.]

Making a contract with a mysterious supercomputer offering the vague promise of an impossible reward might have been dangerous? You don't say.

[Sorry, McGillis, you're getting sassed by a toddler. Still, as they're walking out of the exit and towards the airlock, he takes out a plastic bag full of... dust, it seems, and stops to examine it further.]

What makes you so certain they were invited by SUPERBIA like we were?
braidedwonder: (Default)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2022-10-09 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)

Oh good. [ Duo pauses for a moment to validate, the reflection of Heero’s face in the monitors telling a different story.

He’d thought for a moment that things had been a mess, considering that severe expression, but now breathes a little sigh of relief. ]


Why’re you lookin’ at the screen like it offended you, then?

I thought it was ten kinds of fucked up when I saw ya.
thefifthchild: (Default)

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[personal profile] thefifthchild 2022-10-09 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[The voice that sounds on the other end of the communicator is clearly belonging to someone in the midst of puberty. So like, pretty young.]

Height isn't a feature. Being short or tall has it's advantages and disadvantages, and I've been trained to take down opponents three times my size. It's absolutely nothing to brag about.

[Someone's bitter about being small.]
thefifthchild: (just a little angry guy)

[personal profile] thefifthchild 2022-10-09 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
That's easy to explain. [He stands up and looks at this... weird TV thing.] Whatever happened to them probably would have happened thousands of years ago, at the very least. Possibly millions. Long enough for even the bones and furniture to turn to dust. Assuming the species that lived here even had bones, or even died to begin with...
somuchshipping: (Annoyed)

[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-09 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hermes is indeed a weird TV thing. That's quadrupedal. And has a long neck. And is 7 feet tall.

He can't help but be caught by that explanation. Millions of years ago... Even that's way longer than he's lived. Probably sixteen times as long.]

Gods... And I thought I was old. This sucks, being so late to see what happened.

[Hermes sighs a little.]

...You think there's any black boxes around for us to snoop into?
Edited 2022-10-09 21:25 (UTC)
freearcadia: (You amuse me)

[personal profile] freearcadia 2022-10-09 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[When the airlock closes with that clunk, he didn't jump, but his hand rested on what looks to be the hilt of a rapier, waiting. His eye flicks to the interface]

Hah... I deserve that. Couldn't help but be curious about this ship.
retributing: (in your bright blue eyes)

o3

[personal profile] retributing 2022-10-09 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Altron and Deathscythe are not the only Gundams that SUPERBIA has brought to the shipyard. Having seen to his own suit nearby (there is not much that can be upset inside a mobile suit's cockpit, given their purpose, but it was somehow still a bit of mess), Gaelio has turned his attention to the unknown MS he is currently standing in front of.

He's peering up at it, holding a tablet in hand and scrolling through what looks like pages upon pages of technical documents. Only, he can't find the specs for this particular model. There are some similarities to his own suit, and some to the Gundam Barbatos. Yet- even so, if it's from the Calamity War, it should be somewhere in the files, even if its armor has been altered.

He turns - it's rather hard not to hear that boisterous voice. Given the direction of the young man's gaze, it's probably safe to assume- "Ah— is this one yours?" Gaelio looks from presumed pilot back towards Deathscythe. "I've never seen a mobile suit like this." He holds the tablet up with a gloved hand, and offers a wry smile. "Apparently, neither has this."
Edited (broken link, sorry!) 2022-10-09 22:26 (UTC)
freearcadia: (A pirate's reputation)

The Arcadia

[personal profile] freearcadia 2022-10-09 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Character: Harlock
Canon: Space Pirate Captain Harlock
Top-level Thread: Here

Seeking a CAPTAIN or CREW: CREW
Character Role/Job: Captain, Helmsman, Cat-herder, full-time pirate.
Looking for: The Arcadia's crew has always been the weirdoes, misfits, and people who are mad about imperialist invaders and corrupt governments. Harlock would take on anyone who has a dream to pursue, or a stated purpose. He's a more hands off commander, very permissive unless someone is endangering the ship or the crew with their antics.

So I would love a mix of eccentrics, and the more serious/hidebound characters having to learn to live things the pirate way.
Edited 2022-10-10 01:47 (UTC)
funnylittleclown: (Why do you want to blow up the world)

[personal profile] funnylittleclown 2022-10-09 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, they know a lot of languages. That is handy."

With their being so many languages in the universe and all.

"I'm usually fairly good with languages myself but I'm afraid I've never run across this one. It's almost as if it needs a cipher."

The Doctor followed along behind the helpful little bot, this time attempting to make a mental map of the pathways they took so getting lost would not be a problem again.
givemetheworld: (hm)

[personal profile] givemetheworld 2022-10-09 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Much better!"

This old man must have been more than he seemed, she thought to herself. Even with her self-professed superior intellect, Melfias couldn't have put together such a theory based merely on what they had seen and been told.

"But a whole computerized planet...that is a lot to take in."
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[personal profile] funnylittleclown 2022-10-09 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ An entire race hellbent on destruction for seemingly no other reason than destruction. How many worlds and peoples had they eliminated? Over how many millennia?
Simply thinking about it gave the Doctor the chills. This race of beings called Reapers did sound remarkably like a race from his own universe. The Daleks. ]


That is a very noble thought, well worthy of a wish. I hope whether we find Fortuna or not something can be done to prevent those Reapers from destroying any more peoples.
freearcadia: (I'd like that)

Re: Good point!

[personal profile] freearcadia 2022-10-09 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
He sighs slightly as the man hovers, but didn't snap or retort as this was actually interesting, and could prove informative. Harlock frowns slightly as he carefully moves the various dials and tap.

"Ah..." He murmurs low when the Doctor found the problem and quickly fixed it. "Do you always carry a soldering kit?" The man asked with an amused, and oddly nostalgic tone of voice as he moves his fingers across the keyboard again, the results are better, as the machine seem to be booting up.
freearcadia: (I'd like that)

[personal profile] freearcadia 2022-10-09 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, a pirate is rather obligated to go after treasure, wouldn't you say?" he stated in an almost playful manner.
somuchshipping: (Default)

[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-09 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good for you. Helpful to be multilingual WhichIAmNot so having you around could help a lot."

Ciphers... puzzles... Hermes usually gets bored when faced with them. Hermes manages to roll his eyes despite the limited detail. "I'm not much of a puzzler. I prefer action! Drama! And romance!"
funnylittleclown: (Face off)

[personal profile] funnylittleclown 2022-10-09 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"You want to be included just not too closely?"

He has to smile at the contradiction. Why that was almost like a human introvert. Wanting to be near people, feeling the need for companionship, and yet needing their space. He would give it. Far be it for him to intentionally freak out a sentient being! The Doctor took a few large steps away hoping that distance, while not ten billion miles, might at least demonstrate his willingness to take Ten's comfort into account.

"I think we're a great deal alike. You are a space probe of course and I'm... not. But we both seem to share a great fondness for humanity. Back in my universe I traveled with a several humans. They were my friends. I could never really be part of them but for a while we could travel the universe, share adventures... and have a great deal of fun. I hope you and I might be able to do as much some day."
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[personal profile] she_would 2022-10-09 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh no this is adorable. She immediately wants to ruffle this unseen boy's hair or pinch his cheeks.

It sounds like trying that might leave her with a broken arm, but none-the-less...]


Who said anything about fighting? I just don't want to have to keep a step stool in the galley.
heeroics: (ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ)

sorry for my shitposting duo

[personal profile] heeroics 2022-10-09 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ See? The offense of violating Duo's Gundam is water under the bridge already. ]

SUPERBIA must have made repairs.

[ That's the only conclusion that makes sense. Deathscythe is running better than Heero has ever seen it. Now, it's easy to imagine Duo half-assing the explosives and keeping the remaining bits and pieces of his big gundanium baby around for a rainy day, but Quatre and Trowa? Heero had expected them to detonate the suits like they meant it: to the point of no return.

He looks back to Duo. ]


What did you use to blow them?
retributing: (a revelation in the light of day)

we're doin' it live! (aka option IV)

[personal profile] retributing 2022-10-09 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's like seeing a ghost. Two ghosts, really, next to one another, though at least one he is used to. Twin faces of a past he has yet to let go of. And yet here they are here, reminders he does not need of men he will never forget. He has made peace with these ghosts. Mostly. One is meant to be here. A last run, a search together for something beyond revenge, for the both of them. Gaelio could offer Ein that much, at least. For all the man had given up for him, because of him... it was the least Gaelio could do.

But this other ghost, tall as the first and a vibrant pink, a cheery affront to the mourning Gaelio has not quite yet finished processing. Grimgerde. Is this a joke, a jab from SUPERBIA? Are AI capable of a dark sense of humor - or a sense of humor at all? A mistake, somehow? But what sort of processing fault would bring a suit that never belonged to him?

Standing at the foot of the mobile suit, there is one possibility that makes far less sense than the others, and yet Gaelio finds himself slowly looking around for that answer all the same. McGillis Fareed is more than five years dead. But...
]
she_would: Are you saying old people can't be gay? (Ladies...)

[personal profile] she_would 2022-10-09 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you think you'll get there first?"

There's an implied challenge in her words.
freearcadia: (You amuse me)

[personal profile] freearcadia 2022-10-09 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The faintest of smirks appear on his lips. "There are dozens of other challengers, but the Arcadia was built by the greatest engineer of the century." A fond pride crept into his voice.
she_would: Try to focus on the battle, please (These are official comm channels)

[personal profile] she_would 2022-10-09 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I apologize for asking you to count."

Okay so this wasn't some kind of monster. It was an idiot.

"I'd like to get a better idea of where I am, you see. Make sure I'm not wandering off into a hell of oversized archaic computer parts never to be seen again."
thefifthchild: (if only you knew how bad it really was)

[personal profile] thefifthchild 2022-10-09 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[He hums. This TV thing is way too big, that's at least two feet taller than him. Damian resists the urge to be a little shit.

Instead he continues working.]


...We'll see. We might be able to find out what happened anyway. Though I'm not sure how safe it is to stay here.

[Which won't stop him, but it's pointed at Hermes. Do TVs die in extreme weather?]

What do you mean by black box?

[He's a DC comics character, he's sure this is something from the TV's point in the vast expanse of the multiverse.]
braidedwonder: (i'll spill this blood for you)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2022-10-09 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)

“Well there ain’t a damn thing here.” Duo makes a rather flippant motion with his hand as if to say he’s equally disgusted as he is amused by it. But then he takes in the other man shaking…

… and laughs.

“Man. You’re really that scared by it? They’re bringing in some softies.”
crystalmaster: (Radley_sad)

[personal profile] crystalmaster 2022-10-09 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Radley scowls. He has a reason for it, but he hardly wants to tell a stranger.

"Nevermind. I'm getting out of here."

He turns to storm out.
thefifthchild: (Default)

[personal profile] thefifthchild 2022-10-09 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I have a grappling hook. I don't need a step stool.

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