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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] statictunedintoreason 2022-10-12 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's another concern, aye," she said, darkly. "Part of why I don't personally use 'em anymore, but they ain't... intelligent same way people is. It's like this-"

She drew a circle. "This is 'ome. The world, the Material plane. Rocks, water, life, magic, the 'ole sausage roll- an' these-" she drew several much smaller circles, on orbits around it. "These is the planes. Fire, Ice, Day, Night- a few others, but those is't big ones. It's like... from't outside, it's just sort of- flat. But inside, it's big- bloody near infinite. Just a great big expanse of nothin' but magic. When you make an elemental, you bind up a little bit'f that plane, an' bring it to't world. Let it go, and it just goes back. They think, they can even speak, really, but the way their minds work is just- different. Fire elementals is mostly 'appy if you give 'em somethin' t'burn, earth elementals don't do much unless you stick a pickaxe in 'em. But you ain't wrong. Differently intelligent is still intelligent, an' just because everyone else is doin' it don't mean spit. I've found a few alternatives as work in't small scale, at least."
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[personal profile] statictunedintoreason 2022-10-12 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
sorry, this is animals you're on about, right
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[personal profile] sinnohcoordinated 2022-10-12 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah… ehe, yeah. They’re the various species that live on my world. Sorry!
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[personal profile] fourhope 2022-10-12 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, this is absolutely Quatre being a rude little shit. He's just being a rude little shit with pretty, polite language. Duo'd be happy to be the rude little shit with non-polite language if she'd like some variety in her teenage insurgents. He can certainly arrange for it.]

Historically something that can be proven untrue far too many times I'm afraid. Leadership, positions of rule, often come with a power that's hard to topple.
Not impossible mind, but many times in history people have settled for the bad that's familiar over the unknown or the risk of fighting.


[Oh dear, it does feel like he's hit a nerve. How clumsy of him. Maybe time for a smidgen of damage control.]

I have offended you. That was not, ultimately, my intent and for that I apologize.
Perhaps it is, indeed, a title earned as you say. But as I would not insist people here address me as many would consider befitting my own station, I feel it only right to have the courtesy extended in kind.
Edited 2022-10-12 18:18 (UTC)
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[personal profile] statictunedintoreason 2022-10-12 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
That was... so tremendously sad. How did a person even end up thinking of themselves like that? "... Y'don't look too fictional t'me. I ain't known you but two minutes, 'Ermes, an' I can tell you think, an' feel, an' probably bleed, some way or another. Not bein' strong enough t'stand up t'people who mean you harm don't mean you ain't a person. It just means you're like most of everyone else."
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[personal profile] mech_and_mutt 2022-10-12 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, we've been through a lot together," he smoke through a warm smile as he finished scrounging beneath the seat and at the footwells of the DAHAK's controls. He took a seat to check its sturdiness-- only to hop up with fur bristled.

Ah, there was that rubber mallet, handle wedged between the back cushion and the seat cushion and head placed perfectly to greet him under the tail when he sat. Fantastic. Wonderful. He pulled it out somewhat sheepishly, glancing back down to Tok.

"Got it, third armor plate on the... left..."
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[personal profile] astrogator 2022-10-12 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[She gives Gaelio a small smile in return.] You do get used to it quickly. Or you get someone senior standing in your doorway and telling you which of your possessions are likely to be flung around, and nobody wants that.

[Her gaze follows his, back to the Gundam. Surprisingly little space inside, for something so large! Ari shakes her head.] Cramped and claustrophobic, I'd bet, but tolerable for short periods of time. [She's accustomed to very small cabins, so that each member of the crew could have some private space of their own, but the working areas on her ship had been quite spacious.]

[She hadn't been watching the kiosk as closely as he had, but she knew what it did, and she too was amazed by it.] It really is remarkable. In my sector, you'd have to be exceptionally wealthy to have a ship made to your exact specification, and it would take a long time. [She sighs. Her father could easily afford it, if he'd been inclined to buy a starship, but that only makes her feelings on the matter more conflicted.] It feels very decadent, when there are all these ready-made ships here, but it's also very tempting. Maybe it would be just as wrong to waste the opportunity.
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[personal profile] mech_and_mutt 2022-10-12 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The bone fell from his jaw to clatter to the ground below.

"...arm??"

Red's face peered down over the rim of the cockpit, his snout shoved a scant breath away from Tok's prosthetic limb. It was raising eyebrows, alright, but it was with an astonished, almost fawning stare. And who could blame him?? This was like something out of a comic book!

"Is that a robotic arm??"
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[personal profile] escila 2022-10-12 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes they're obtained from the black market, or they get equipped with illegal modifications, to name a few instances. I try to disable them without resorting to violence, but I'm not always that lucky.
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[personal profile] astrogator 2022-10-12 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[His own station? Oh, now that makes Ari think she knows what he's up to. Rich brat who thinks everyone else is beneath him, most likely. But so long as he's polite, she's not inclined to do anything about it. It is, after all, beneath her own dignity as a lieutenant of the Tradelines to get into petty arguments with random civilians.]

You might want to rethink that. There's an arrogance in presuming that because something is true in the history of your people, on your homeworld, that it must be true for every other civilisation in the universe, isn't there?

I accept your apology. I'll take no offense so long as it's a matter of general principle for you, and not a personal rejection of my particular credentials.


[In other words, if she spots him using anyone else's title, she won't be very happy about it. She doesn't care that much, so long as she's not addressed inaccurately, or with the intent to belittle her. If she cared, she'd be introducing herself with her full name, as a Company daughter, not a relatively unimportant spacer lieutenant. But one status she'd been born with, and one she'd earned, and that makes her value the latter more.]
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Network

[personal profile] mech_and_mutt 2022-10-12 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I followed once. I will never do so again.


Crummy boss, huh?
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[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-12 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Eight months of total playtime could very well be years of real time if you count the need to eat and sleep and work at a job and such. If a game was played that much, then it would stand to reason that it was someone's favorite game. And that's before the second player got handed the save file and started playing themselves. The universe may be interesting to the Doctor, but the computer game could be just as interesting if the time lord put the work into making it just as interesting.

Good luck trying to find a copy of Fortuna to play here, though.

"My ship does have a distress beacon, but it needs to be activated manually..." Hermes takes a second to think up a plan. I can always try running as fast as possible to look for my ship. My speed stat is technically 10, but it's functionally infinite."
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[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-12 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh. Well, then.]

You asked if I can, and I can. You didn't ask if I would!

[Nonetheless, Hermes keeps vigilant watch, as if to make entirely sure that Heero didn't slip and fall. When the human reaches the bottom, Hermes will back away from the cliff edge a great deal, then bolting for it at a high speed, easily jumping over the chasm and onto the other side. Now would be the perfect time to ask, or order, Hermes to find a rope or something of some kind, wouldn't it?]
Edited 2022-10-12 19:00 (UTC)
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so would the expression be sacré meuh if he were a cat

[personal profile] statictunedintoreason 2022-10-12 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The sudden presence of dog-nose in her face had her almost-instinctively pulling back, a surprised and entirely involuntary yip slipping out-

But she relaxed within moments, managing to look bashful, if a little pleased. This was so much better than uncomfortable stares and awkward questions. "... Well aye? I did a bit more than just one arm, but, er... Well! I was caught up in cave-in, when I were younger, and I was already workin' in't forges... I like my independence, me, and I hated not bein' able t'work and walk about. Mind you, these is somethin' like revision number four or five. First one was basically a clamp that moved."

She grinned sheepishly, and removed the other glove. A match. "Turned out they work 'alf better than't ones I was born with, if they's maintained." And she was trying to do more, but that was a conversation to be had after reactions to certain philosophical positions were sussed out.
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[personal profile] thefifthchild 2022-10-12 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Somehow, his eyes narrow even further. He's a little offended at the fact that he isn't remembered any more specifically than that, but he chalks it up to the fact that he's more diligent in his work than this so-called detective.

More than that, he scowls at the word poof being used disparagingly. Time to be an ally!!]


Homophobia doesn't suit you, old man.

[His best friend is gay or bi or... something, they don't talk as much anymore, and his least favorite brother too. He won't have it. Apparently he missed that Constantine is also famously very queer. Somehow it didn't come up while he was reading the Justice League's extremely secret files and listening in on his father's phone calls.]

I don't suppose you have any plans to be useful? I don't exactly have the tools necessary to carry out a paranormal investigation myself.
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[personal profile] nothing_can_stop_me 2022-10-12 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep, Della. Nice to meet ya, Eddie!

Hmm… Y’know what? You’re right! I should do that! Piloting a ship is different than piloting a robot, sooo…!
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[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-12 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lots of people don't wear clothes," Hermes begins. "AndOfCourse IKnowWhatPrivacyIs! If you don't want to be shipped with your crewmates, especially if I haven't met any of them, just tell me!"

Though whether or not Hermes will actually stop is another matter.
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[personal profile] givemetheworld 2022-10-12 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
She laughs.

"I have but I know better than to trust the word of anyone like this at face value. I will know what is going on with my own eyes."


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[personal profile] retributing 2022-10-12 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gaelio chuckles. ] You get used to it very quickly in training.

[ His brows raise. He hadn't really considered it decadent, but upbringing and the general state of how things were regarded in his world affect his views on what is and is not 'decadent' or 'wasteful'. Still, he gives a thoughtful nod. ]

SUPERBIA seems to be able to afford it. [ Whether money or energy or resources. (Or some combination of all three.) ] An opportunity like this, I imagine, is once-in-a-lifetime.

[ Is this partially motivated by wanting to see what she would design up? ...Maybe. (A little, at least.) He gives a little grin, glancing from the corner of his eye. ] They're a bit limited, in terms of weapons and defenses compared to size, but I imagine the technology to achieve such high speeds takes up a lot of room. [ Although by the little shrug that follows, he means to say, 'but that's just a guess'. ]
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[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-12 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Hermes gazes at the tiny kobold. He can't actually bleed, but Hermes does get the meaning behind Tok's words. The AI has been though a lot and bought a lot on himself by trying to be a good person and defending himself from others that would hurt him, but here he is, being told that he should try to be a good person and defend himself. Hermes can't help but feel afraid of the consequences if he tries to meddle again.

He'll just abruptly change the subject. There is no slick, smooth way to do it.

"S- so, what's it like in the real world? Do you work for someone?"
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[personal profile] escila 2022-10-12 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Never been to space on her end, much less out of the city walls. So she's a bit out of her comfort zone here. Yeah, she knows her way around machines and most pieces of tech, but that still doesn't really translate well to spaceship construction, much less confidence in space travel.]

It's been a while since I last had a team under me.

[Before she was unceremoniously demoted.]

And these days I'm not sure I want to do that again.
Edited 2022-10-12 19:29 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hattersgonnahat 2022-10-12 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh I've got a hat like that! It's a really good one.

...Pretty sure I still got some extra yarn around too. But it won't be that special anymore.


[Unless explosive potions count.]
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[personal profile] hattersgonnahat 2022-10-12 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you own a hat?

[Hats are very good and important!!]
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[personal profile] hattersgonnahat 2022-10-12 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I never really babysat before, but it is good for passing time!
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[personal profile] sleepfan 2022-10-12 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is it? How big does something have to be until it's no longer wearable?" What if he wore stilts and trousers that were six feet long? That would still be 'wearing' them. (His mind is a bit odd, to say the least.)

"Ah, I understand: The mobile suits aren't made for long distance travel." He nods. Linhardt has to translate the concepts into systems he understands, like ships that can't carry enough food to feed their crew over long ocean journeys, but he can get there, "Hence the need to partner with somebody with a long-distance ship."

Yes?

"I don't know what radar or laser range finders are." Linhardt admits, "I find my targets via their life energy."

Which is actually easier in space. There's much less ambient 'noise' around.

"You're answering them fine. I don't know anything about space travel. I'm starting to believe that Fodlan is... drastically behind."

A nice way of saying that Linhardt is pretty sure his home planet is a backwards shithole. He doesn't like where he's from very much.

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