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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.
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[personal profile] kid_devil_you_dont_know 2022-10-12 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, uh... I don't know if you want to hang around here for too long. There's a big electrical charge that seems to be headed this way...

[It's a helpful warning, coming from a young man dressed in a suit that resembles a horned red devil. An odd combination, perhaps, but he doesn't seem to think there's anything strange about it.]
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Kobold Space Program

[personal profile] sleepfan 2022-10-12 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Linhardt quickly realizes that most people here are not taking notes with quills in hand bound notebooks. They seem to be using the information boxes? But the mage doesn't know how they work, and so he doesn't trust them to save his information. The ones that are taking notes physically are using materials Linhardt has never seen before.

Mostly.

There's a small creature who is using things that he recognizes, and when Linhardt (inconsiderate of things like privacy) leans over to see what he's writing, he brightens up a bit. He knows that math! This person is trying to figure out the same things he is.

Linhardt pats down his coat and pulls an extra notebook out of his pocket and hands it to Tok. It's small, a pocket notebook at best, but it's blank.

"Here. And we should check each other's math."

He flips open his own notes and shows them to Tok.

"And see how much we can understand together. Making mistakes here could get us killed - we should be as accurate as possible."
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[personal profile] sleepfan 2022-10-12 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Linhardt still isn't sure how he's going to leave - whether to use one of his designed ships, take one of the pre-built ones, or try to talk his way on to someone else's ship (the pros being that other people are better pilots and any group of people wants a healer, the cons being...other people).

So he does what he always does when he's unsure: He goes to gather more information.

Not all the objects in the shipyard look like ships: Some of them look more like giant people. With legs and arms. Linhardt is stopped in front of one, head tilted to the side as he considers how the 'joints' inside must be put together. Is it similar to the Church's golems at all in construction?

Honestly, he's too lost in his mental world to pay much attention to the woman trying to set the Gundam in order until he hears a rising pitch that indicates some kind of question and looks up for the source.

"You could design a ship with weapons or other additions and then strip them off when it's created to put on this?"

Is that possible? Linhardt isn't sure.
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[personal profile] yincapacitated 2022-10-12 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, uh. That makes. Sense." Despite the completely foreboding aura she was getting from this woman, her words made seemed to be helpful in nature? Maybe she wasn't about to be eaten? So she could just, you know, follow that advice and get out of here and no one would be trapped or lost or hungry!

Oh wait, except she was totally lost.

"................I don't know how to head back," she whimpered, realizing she was going to die here, eaten by some fox lady who had really tried to help her but honestly who could blame her for just saving everyone the trouble and gobbling up someone as pathetic and useless as her?
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[personal profile] kid_devil_you_dont_know 2022-10-12 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[[OOC: Like I was really going to be able to resist tagging you, with the faceclaim I have... LOL. I rambled about Eddie's ship in my own top-level so you have details to react to.]]

At some point after Cal's answers have posted to the social media app, an alert sounds -- he's received a message from someone else here on SUPERBIA.

I don't mind decision making by committee either. Currently it's just me here, in this ship I had made. And a bunch of bots giving me the silent treatment. Wanna swing by and check it out?
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[personal profile] transcutation 2022-10-12 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course, they think I'm adorable and fantastic?" She practically gushes the sentiment, and literally makes sparks fly to add to the effect on camera. And then that ruthless smile returns. "And anyone who disagrees learns to keep their mouth shut pretty quickly. I didn't invent the entire art just fulfill some idiot's stodgy biased illusions of the learned old professor."
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[personal profile] shangrilady 2022-10-12 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Elle's almost certain she needs to talk someone else into letting her tag along; she could go solo, but that sounds boring and she's not much of a captain. What she's good at - piloting a mobile suit, maintenance, haggling - should all be pretty valuable too.

There are a few other mobile suits here, some nothing like she's ever seen; and other people here have no clue what a mobile suit even is.

"I dunno if I can make all the systems compatible. A missile launcher is pretty simple though..." It doesn't need much in the way of power, just targeting. "But I don't wanna break anything either. Hm."
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[personal profile] sleepfan 2022-10-12 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, that is a problem. Are the parts not standardized on these?"

Linhardt gestures around to the row of people-shaped ships. The parts on the ships that SUPERBIA made seemed to be interchangeable. Do these ships use different parts?

"What is a missile?" He didn't read most of the weapons information because Linhardt doesn't want to fight. He looked at ways to flee, the armor options, and so forth, but reading about the weapons too much raises one of those stomach-churning no win dilemmas.

If he knows and returns to Fodlan and they lose because he doesn't make weapons like that, that would be his fault. But if does make them, he's responsible for their consequences and he doesn't want that either. So it was best to just...not read those parts.

"Could you make a very small ship and change it so that one of the hands could hold the entire thing? Or connect the information boxes together?"

By which he means network the computers together and control the ship and its one weapon from within the Gundam. Linhardt understands that the computers can 'talk' to each other, even if he doesn't know any of the details.

He's trying his best. This is a lot of new information.
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[personal profile] shangrilady 2022-10-12 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"They oughta be, but I don't wanna do too much work only to find out that they don't fit together." Even with unlimited material resources - which is absolutely bananas - her patience is finite.

"Hey, you're making some astute observations for a guy who doesn't know what a missile is though." Smarty-pants. "It's a projectile with its own propulsion, and it explodes when it gets close to what you wanna blow up. It could have its own power source instead of using the mobile suit's reactor." That and machine guns. Beam weapons are a lot more power to put up with.

"That's an idea too." Outside the box thinking might just be an upside to not knowing anything about what's going on with this. She just needs to mess around with stuff!
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[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2022-10-12 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
An Overlord is a ruler of a Netherworld. You know, the demon realm of a universe, source of all evil, that sort of thing? [So technically the first definition is also correct!]
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[personal profile] sleepfan 2022-10-12 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Linhardt's nose wrinkles up in agreement; doing unnecessary work is terrible.

"I'm glad that they're helpful. I want to see what happens when you put new components on the giant golem-ship." He also has no idea what a Gundam or mech is, so Linhardt is just forced to smush words together to convey his meaning. Then again, is that really any different from 'space ship'?

Unfortunately, Ellie describes missiles well enough that Linhardt's mind, on its own, is already considering how he could build such a thing with magic. The main problem would be getting enough energy into the projectile without setting it off, but if there was a sigil based key - or maybe something Crest based - ? It might work... another problem is activating it from so far away: he's used to magic working in one's immediate area and exploding a missile while he's still in the area sounds like a bad idea.

"I know that things can move without a person in them." Like the golems or the robots he's seen moving around here, "So if you had the information boxes communicate, you could still control the weapons you want without risking damage to the giant-person golem's systems?"

"Or perhaps take the weapons with you and find someone who is better at space ship maintenance and have them help?"

Linhardt doesn't know that is one of her specialties, so 'find an expert' is a valid suggestion from him.
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[personal profile] statictunedintoreason 2022-10-12 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Tok blinked, and looked up at the human now addressing her... and she smiled. Someone who understood the numbers! The notebook was small, but then, she had small hands. "Oh, thanks! I tell you, all this? I've spent my 'ole life workin' with metal an' learning how t'make clockworks an' elemental engines an' such. But this..." She gestured helplessly at a section of wing. "D'you know what metal that is? Well, actually it's an alloy, there's bits of manganese an' zinc in, but most of it's aluminium. Aluminium! I've seen aluminium spoons in them posh hotels up Skyway, but they've only build a bleedin' airship out'f it. How d'you get that much aluminium? Buggered if I know, but I mean t'find out!"

She was already scribbling again, diagrams and figures and compositions of materials- "Are you an engineer, by trade? There ain't many folk who'd know trig-o-nometry, just by sight."
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[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-12 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Demon! So all sentient books are demons. Got it. Hermes makes a playful face.]

Got it. Just wanted to be clear. You know how different some alien species are! Anyways! I'm a first-generation Hermes unit from the computer game called Fortuna. Call me Hermes. It's easier. I'veNeverMet AnEvilDemonBookBefore! What'sItLikeIn TheRealWorld? CanYouShowMeSomeOf YourBadassOverlordFeats?
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[personal profile] astrogator 2022-10-12 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not so certain about that. Different sectors, for sure, but the universe is a very big place. There's no proof yet, one way or the other.

What was wrong with Earth? I don't have a problem with you being part of the group; I genuinely don't know. I'm from a planet called Cardalek.
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[personal profile] sleepfan 2022-10-12 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
An engineer. Thank the Goddess. Linhardt is a theoretical researcher, not someone who applies what he learns.

"I know! There are entire vehicles made of metals I've only managed to create a few specks of using fire magic." Linhardt's fire magic can be hotter than the forges Fodlan has, but not for very long, and it's hard to direct so it's useless for much other than 'proof that these metals exist'. The usual disinterest has dropped off his face and Linhardt fights the urge to wave his hands around in excitement. New materials! AND a person who understands why that's exciting! "There must be forges capable of temperatures and fine-grained refinement that we don't have on our worlds. And they have to have some way to remove the impurities." His aluminum is crap.

"Elemental engines? Do you mean engines that work via magical power? Can you show me? I know such things exist but I've never been able to investigate them. If we can make one, it may be wise to add one as a backup form of power to our ships."

Linhardt doesn't know how space travel works, but he knows that ships have some magical redundancy in case they're caught on windless seas.

Then she asks the question: 'who are you?' Linhardt sighs.

"No. If I had a choice in trade, I would be a scientist and magical researcher. I'm the heir to my country's infrastructure management, and my territory contains the majority of the country's ore." Which is why he knows these things: They can't build bridges or other types of infrastructure without at least some engineering knowledge.

Tok knows things Linhardt doesn't, but at least he can immediately understand what she's writing and describing. Which is kind of nice.
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[personal profile] shangrilady 2022-10-12 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Lots of different people using the same name for their planet then. Too many Earths.

Most people where I'm from live within Earth's orbit but there's been lots of conflict between the people living in space and the government that's all people on Earth.
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[personal profile] astrogator 2022-10-12 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
A kick or a profit. What makes you think I'm not a cynic already?

[Betting - gambling of all sorts, really - had been rife among the younger lieutenants on the Prosperity, so she's not unfamiliar. She tilts her head, looking at him carefully.]

And what are you smoking? It doesn't smell like kori.
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[personal profile] shangrilady 2022-10-12 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mine's called a mobile suit, and there are some others like it, but I'm not sure every single one uses that name." She saw some... dog guy? With a smaller thing? What even is up with the animal people? Not that she's gonna treat them poorly it's just wild.

Anyways, there's being good enough at machines to handle a lot of the maintenance, and then there's being An Expert, and Elle's not experienced enough for the latter, even if she's pretty resourceful. "As long as the targeting system can work... then I just need to hope I can power it without weird stuff happening. We did kinda manage to make that Zaku head work once..." A very loose definition of 'working' but still.

"I'm sure there are people who know lots of things I don't around here, so I'll just have to ask around. We mostly don't use mobile suits in really deep space, so if nothing else I might try to whip up a transport to help with range 'n stuff." She looks back at her helpful buddy. "I'm Elle, by the way."
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[personal profile] astrogator 2022-10-12 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
There's some sort of translation going on, isn't there? Don't ask me how. Maybe a lot of people have the same word for their planet as they do for the dirt on the ground. Earth.

I hear you. My people fought a war against our first homeworld about a century back. They kept taxing the space colonies, trying to regulate us and steal the products of our labor. It didn't end well for them. Maybe I'd be Anti-Earth, too.
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[personal profile] shangrilady 2022-10-12 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Could be. Some details sound similar but if we're all human then humans are really common and my head's just about to explode from that all on its own!

YES you get it though that's the idea. Only the AEUG wasn't really militarized until this special branch of the Federation military called the Titans started cracking down. Like, killing protestors on purpose stuff.
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[personal profile] astrogator 2022-10-12 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think everyone here is exactly human, but most are humanoid, at the least. Maybe we are really common, and that says something about the way life evolves - or it says that SUPERBIA thought the human form was the best for this mission, and all the really alien lifeforms are missing out on this. Could be either, right?

That makes perfect sense to me. Everyone wants peace, but if someone's attacking and killing your people, you can't just let that go. It's wrong to initiate aggression, but not to return it.

I'm Lieutenant Tayrey, with the Tradelines. Peace and prosperity to you!
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Re: 1

[personal profile] nothing_can_stop_me 2022-10-12 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Eh, I’ve had worse. Trust me on this. Name’s Della!
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[personal profile] transcutation 2022-10-12 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[The maintenance bot's egress is put to a stop a tiny foot placed on top of it, causing it to squirm helplessly. Dainty hands pluck the oversized grimoire out of its grasp with the practiced ease of someone used to handling overly large bound tomes.]

You know, I prefer my tomes to be a bit less mouthy, but I suppose you take what you can get here.

[And with that much preamble, she attempts to open him, not even bothering to look him in the cover.]
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[personal profile] shangrilady 2022-10-12 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
E-Elle.

[ Della the duck. The talking duck. ]

Bit of a... an adventurer, huh?
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[personal profile] nothing_can_stop_me 2022-10-12 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
A little, yeah. I mean, oh, sure, it seems easy enough, but you never know when someone throws a curveball at you. Or two. Or twenty.

Plus, the pre-made stuff looks nice, but you don’t know what they have hidden.

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