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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.


1
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.


2
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?

3
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?

4
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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He tried.

[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-09 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Funny thing about not really being alive... When someone's from a computer game and never really had a body... when one's basically an NPC or the quicksave function or technically a spaceship, would anyone argue that Hermes is alive?

Hermes notes just how closed-off this person is. He dedicates a couple moments silently attempting to place a ship for Chang in his mind and finds out he's not really all that compatible with anyone based on what Hermes has seen so far. Competitive and cold, is all Hermes sees so far.

And if it's competition this guy wants, Hermes will gladly give it to him The AI will briefly shrug. a casual expression adorning his screenface. "Oh well. Guess you're not going after Fortuna then. SeeYouNeverMaybe!"

With that, Hermes turns front-facing and manages to speed up very quickly, quickly zooming ahead and out of view.
heeroics: (๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜ ๐—ฎ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น)

[personal profile] heeroics 2022-10-09 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wow.

This is a lot of information to take in at once, and not very much of it is helping to convince Heero that this place aligns with the traditional concept of reality, as he knows it. First of all: video game, what?

Heero, too, stares at the... rip. ]


What did you do?

[ Does this mean they're in a video game! Heero did not train for that. ]
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[personal profile] zerofive 2022-10-09 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
You have not changed at all, 02: you still lack insight.
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Re: CREW AND SHIP BRAINSTORMING

[personal profile] she_would 2022-10-09 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Character: Avanti Kadam
Canon: Gundam Ascension (Original)
Top-level Thread: LINK

Seeking a CAPTAIN or CREW: CREW
Character Role/Job: Avanti is an experienced battlefield commander and part time space pirate.
Looking for: Okay so the deal here is that I was in a sci-fi tabletop RPG where we just made up our own gundam timeline. There were evil space fascists, space psychics, insane crimes against humanity, attempts to blow up the earth for philosophical reasons, lots of giant robots with golden Vs on their foreheads, and all the other good shit we associate with Gundam. Avanti was the captain of the ship that carried our band of heroic gundams from battle to battle and shouted orders dramatically.

TL;DR, Avanti Kadam is a character based VERY loosely on people like Bright Noa and other beleaguered starship captains, and I would LOVE for her to gather up a crew of giant robot pilots to be a babysitter for.
somuchshipping: (Wat)

[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-09 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hermes glances at Heero briefly before turning his attention back to the hole in space, swiftly sealing it back up. He then looks above Heero's head and- huh? That works, too!? Huh...]

Huh... I was kind of under the impression that since my game runs on code and the real world doesn't, none of my abilities would work. You know, since they've all been programmed to work within Fortuna. That- that's my computer game.

And that's just from one of my traits, [Space Ripper].
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Linhardt von Hevring | Fire Emblem: 3 Houses - Silver Snow

[personal profile] sleepfan 2022-10-09 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)

I. Overclocked


[Linhardt stands in the middle of the metal building - (it is metal, isn't it? Mostly? He recognizes some of the materials such as the copper lines running along the walls, but most of them are a mystery) - and marvels. Or at least he does until he's hit with a blast of heat so warm that it burns his hands.

Perhaps he should move. A simple healing spell takes care of his hands, but as Linhardt wanders, he's beginning to realize that his assertion to his friends not to worry, that he could find his way out if this odd entity proved to be malicious... might have been in error. It's hotter here than in Ailell, and there's not only no visible exit, but when Linhardt closes his eyes and tries to feel out the terrain with his magical senses, he finds nothing.

'Don't panic. Panic is not helpful.' But he wants to panic. No. No panicking. Panic later. Thinking now.

The building is hot and full of metal.

Solid metal.

Do these strange metals melt like the ones that Linhardt is familiar with? He's not sure, but he does know the melting point of copper, and some basic mental math confirms that if there wasn't some sort of way to release the heat, the copper would have already melted. So even if there isn't an exit door, the heat has to be let out somewhere.

So follow the heat rivers?

Linhardt falls in next to one of the coolant streams, following it with a single-minded focus until he feels another person. It's weird - their life energy is glaringly obvious in this environment since there are no animals or plant life to obscure it.

He frowns and weighs the pros and cons of speaking. This person might have some more idea about what's going on or how this place works. On the other hand, it would mean talking to someone. A stranger.

It would be wrong to ignore them, wouldn't it? Linhardt sighs and then turns a corner with his hands raised in the universal gesture of 'not a threat' (with his luck, it's going to be Hubert and he's going to be murdered on the spot).]


I think the way out is this way.

[But he's not sure. He's only about 60% certain, and those are not good enough odds. Please know more. It's hot, and while his healing magic keeps kicking in to soothe the hyperthermia, it's also draining his energy at the same time.]

Do you know what this place is?

3. Shipyard


[Linahrdt doesn't go over to the ships right away. In fact, the mage seems ill-inclined to pilot any of the ships at all in the beginning. Instead, he's parked himself in front of one of the kiosks and absolutely refuses to move. He's too busy playing with the ship design mechanics and trying out strange, edge case combinations.

Is there a use to a ship with propulsion only on one side that can only fly in circles? No, but there's one in the shipyard now. A ship with ejectable oxygen generators to reduce mass? No (at least not if the residents need to breathe).

About 85 to 90 percent of the ships he's creating are complete trash: They don't fly, or are missing key components. It turns out that people from medieval era societies, no matter how intelligent they are, are terrible at the practical part of spaceship design. But the process and what it reveals are fascinating. Linhardt's experimentations quickly show size and armor come at the expense of speed. If they're looking for something, surely speed is the correct choice?

And if it's small enough, maybe he could practice enough to warp the ship. He can teleport groups of a few hundred people and animals, and he wouldn't need armor if he can teleport it? The main problem is that the ships are made of dead material. A secondary problem is that Linhardt's magic works on the scale of meters - not millions of kilometers. Still, he can always figure that out later, so Linhardt sets about making a ship that's as small and fast as possible. He completely eliminates putting any weaponry on the ship in order to reduce mass, and he's used to working out of traveling camps so working in the same room he does everything else is fine. Cozy, even.

Once he's finally created a spaceship he wants to try to fly (after dozens of junk machines), Linhardt runs into another problem: He's far too cowardly to test his own ship. The entire process tells him that he does not know enough to be doing this. Not without months of reading, and handicapping himself that way in a race is unacceptable.

He frowns and finally steps away from the kiosk, opting instead to go stare at someone getting ready to take out their spaceship for a flight. Linhardt has zero manners, he doesn't even hide that he's watching and observing. He even pulls out a piece of.. parchment. He's using parchment, an ink vial, and an honest to god quill to take notes on the preparation process.]


Why are you doing that?

[Existing in public is an invitation to be studied, isn't it?]

4. The Network


[He doesn't mind answering the questions, although Linhardt is mildly annoyed at there being any roadblocks to using the device. Having no idea what this is or what the questions are for, he just assumes that answering questions is necessary? Somehow?]

Tell me a little about yourself.

I'm a magical researcher.

[One sentence. If they wanted more, they should have said 'tell me a lot about yourself'.]

Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER?

That depends on whether there's anyone around worth following.

What is your best feature?

Physically? I've statistically gotten the most compliments on my complexion?

[That's a weird question to ask.]
heeroics: (๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜†)

[personal profile] heeroics 2022-10-09 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
They've never had much opportunity to spend time together during the war, but Wufei is astute. It won't take him long to learn that Heero's strategy is usually not one of any careful planning, and 'get a ship, make it go fast' is about as far as he's gotten as of the current moment in time. He glances briefly in Wufei's direction, however, recognizing the subtle signs that the other pilot would like him to cut to the point. Ever direct, Pilot 05 is.

Heero doesn't have to mull over his thoughts for long. The situation is very simple: SUPERBIA is a construct of incomprehensible power. This treasure that the Privateers are to compete for, the Fortuna, is something that even it hungers for. A thing capable of granting any wish, they say.

That isn't something that Heero trusts in the hands of any one person.

He thinks that Wufei, of all people, will quickly understand why.

"It has to be destroyed."
funnylittleclown: (Cheeky)

[personal profile] funnylittleclown 2022-10-09 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why, yes, I am rather. I've worked on hundreds of computers but to actually be inside one! It gives one an entirely different perspective!"

Which to the Doctor was new, amazing and wonderful but... not so, he suspected, for his new acquaintance.

"Don't worry, it won't be hard. Have you ever crossed a log over a stream? This will be just like that."

Only they were crossing a burning river of superheated coolant that would boil them alive if they fell in. Simple!
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[personal profile] funnylittleclown 2022-10-09 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your friend Cobalt would have to wish to be here wouldn't she?"

That was how it had gone with him. Going about everyday business, about to be forcibly transformed into some one else all due to a stupid kangaroo court trial ruling... and then he had heard this voice telling him of this wonderful adventure. The Doctor couldn't refuse!

"I do like your idea about asking SUPERBIA. I know you are from a computer game but... would you have the ability to save all these files? We might be able to ask about these if we could take them with us."

funnylittleclown: (Having a good time)

[personal profile] funnylittleclown 2022-10-09 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
You may ask of course. There's nothing stopping you from asking.

[ Now whether or not she would get a straight answer depended on the question and how cheeky the Doctor decided to be today. ]
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[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-09 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"She's actually Mors's friend. I worked with Cobalt for a run, but she's an Aftik," Hermes corrected. [Cosmic Friends Forever] really is a trait Hermes doesn't really need, but it's understandable why Mors went around selling the ability to gain the trait. Hermes is already friends with Mors.

Saving... real-world files...? Hermes never really thought of that before. He stared at the machines. Has... has he actually been saving this space station/spaceship since the very start when he got here? He can't exactly turn this ability off... And if he's been saving all this time, would the player's game of Fortuna corrupt?

...

Hermes really shouldn't be thinking of the game. He wanted to escape it for a reason. Saving these machines... Hermes will go ahead and quickly press a palm against each and every single one of the machines and waits a few moments, expression uncertain.

"...I have no idea if it worked our not."
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[personal profile] machina_ex_luna 2022-10-09 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I am at this moment engaged in the early stages of a quest to attain a hypothetical prize of significant value. It is reasonable to presume that every individual present on this station has at the very least agreed to the terms of this mission.

I am curious; what motivated you to accept?
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[personal profile] funnylittleclown 2022-10-09 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"That is what I was curious about. Since you've decided to help in the search for this Fortuna it wouldn't do much good to have you falling asleep in the middle of it all."

So in addition to saving condemned Time Lords from their court appointed fates SUPERBIA also dabbled in a bit of restoration and improvement on her more mechanical privateers. That was interesting.

"Well, should you need any of your other systems seen to on our journey feel free to call on me. I've some experience with spacecraft."
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omg a kanan!! โ™ฅ hello!

[personal profile] touching 2022-10-09 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Cal laughs, shoulders easing slightly at the pleasant response. He pauses long enough to wipe the sweat from his brow as BD gleefully resumes its nosy inspection of the man. The little guy is about as polar opposite of Chopper as any droid could possibly be, and it spits out a cheerful little splat of noises as soon as it's done. The thank you in them is pretty clear, even without being able to understand droid binary.

Looking over the man, Cal is surprised by how calm he seems. Cal is sort of in his own element, and he's still freaking out a little bit. Alright, a lot he hasn't been able to reach anyone on comms, and he's using the difficulty of escaping as a way to distract himself.

"I don't think that's going to help him, buddy," Cal says when the droid backs up to an equal distance between them and shines a bright holo-map of the path they've travelled so far and the place just up ahead. "Sorry, Bedee got some scans from past this wall, it looks like there's a corridor there but it's a straight shot up. How good are you at climbing?"
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[personal profile] funnylittleclown 2022-10-09 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Why the same reason you asked that question. Curiosity.

[ This being a very straightforward sort of question and not one he felt the need to hedge around he answered truthfully... but leaving out those bits about being a fugitive from the law evading, temporarily, a sentence to be carried out on him by his own people. No need to muddy the waters too much was there? He was curious and that was the main reason he had decided to go on this mission. ]

I want to know what Fortuna is, if indeed it is a real place. I do love an adventure, don't you?

Why did you decide to accept?
machina_ex_luna: (walled in solid by their noise)

[personal profile] machina_ex_luna 2022-10-09 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
That is an answer of some complexity. I have not accepted for reasons of personal satisfaction.

[Even if he had answered more completely, EDI would have been unlikely to judge him; for all her altruism, her very existence is illegal. Were she ever caught out by legitimate authority, the only thing shielding her from summary execution or worse, would be the good word and not inconsiderable authority of her human friends and crewmates. One does not offer the luxury of a trial to rogue hardware, after all.

But that is neither here nor there: her pause is significant, even on the scale of organic responses. EDI is pondering how best to explain.
]

Are you familiar with the concept of a precursor race?
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[personal profile] heeroics 2022-10-09 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Of course Heero follows the screen's electronic gaze and looks up too - he has no idea what to expect from a video game. He's never so much as seen one played, let alone played one himself.

Better remain vigilant. ]


Reality can be simulated with enough processing power...
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[personal profile] pioneer10 2022-10-09 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't really have an excuse for that. Humans play all kinds of games, but nobody asks me to participate often enough for me to turn it down when the chance comes along," She says, after a moment's thought. It's odd, this guy.

He looks human enough, but the way he talks doesn't make sense; true, most of her friends are American, so there might be a cultural oddity, but Ten didn't think so. Eight billion people on the Earth was a lot even for a thing like her to befriend, and she was the least human thing imaginable. Even so, she knew humans. After nearly twenty-thousand years of nothing but watching them, listening to them, talking to them, she knew humans.

"Listen, I've been watching humans for a long time. Don't get me wrong, I love them, I am in love with every one of those weird little critters down there, but the thing is... they're not as subtle as they think they are, and you're trying to be real subtle. Granted, I don't really have any idea how I got here, or where here is, but you definitely didn't work for NASA. So, don't take this the wrong way, but:

Who are you, really?
"
heeroics: (ส™ส€แด‡แด€แด‹ แดแด‡ แด…แดแดกษด แด€ษดแด… ส™แดœษชสŸแด… แดแด‡ แดœแด˜)

03 shipyard, as discussed

[personal profile] heeroics 2022-10-09 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Heero's senses are sharp enough that he can pick up on the flurry of falling footsteps long before he hears Duo's voice call from meters below. He'd had plenty of time to excuse himself from Deathscythe's cockpit before Duo came near enough to notice the open hatch.

Heero does not.

This is Duo's fault for lagging behind. ]
funnylittleclown: (Why do you want to blow up the world)

[personal profile] funnylittleclown 2022-10-09 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Piggybacking -
What might happen if some one were to ask SUPERBIA about these strange texts?
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[personal profile] braidedwonder 2022-10-09 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)

Don't need insight all that much when you're, you know.

Not belligerently an asshole 90% of the time.
somuchshipping: (Annoyed)

[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-09 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was more looking a little directly up over Heero than at the ceiling above him. Heero sees nothing whilst Hermes saw a countdown. Don't worry about it. Heero has PLENTY of time. =] ]

Okay, but I don't actually believe we're in a computer anymore. SUPERBIA said the real world, so this is the real world. We just have to find a way out of here to see the rest of it.
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[personal profile] zerofive 2022-10-09 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)

When someone deserves it.

Have you found a mobile suit?
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[personal profile] braidedwonder 2022-10-09 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)

"Deathscythe Hell Custom, actually." Duo corrects with that shit-eating grin still plastered across his face as he approaches his Gundam. It's been a while since he's seen Deathscythe, having left it in Quatre Winner's care while he was in space, and he's eager to see how his old buddy's made the journey. His hand confidently clutches on to the first handhold along Deathscythe's foot as he points over to a green, white and gold suit stationed near his own.

"And that's Altron."
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[personal profile] braidedwonder 2022-10-09 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)

"Then you're goin' the wrong way, most likely." He doesn't necessarily know for sure, of course. Has no way of knowing for sure. But it makes sense, math wise that heading to an area that's been noticeably abandoned for probably over a hundred years or so isn't the correct way to be heading.

Duo isn't too bothered by it all, happy enough to explore a place on his own, ever the street rat that can pick his way through small and winding corridors until he manages to find a way out.

"I'd about face if you're bothered by how cramped it is down here."

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