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#121 Offline Toa Levacius Zehvor

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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 02:22 PM

[color=rgb(128,0,128);][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][IC-GM] [Canary] – SPSRDS Golden Sand Canary[/color][/font]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]There was nothing but utter darkness for what seemed like an endless amount of time. No thoughts, no memories, and no dreams. Enough to shatter the psyche of even the sanest person under normal circumstances, and these were no normal circumstances.[/color][/font]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]It was into this darkness that 999 awoke to find himself suspended in what appeared to be some sort of liquid. He also seemed to be wearing some sort of armor, the visor of which was the only thing that kept him from drowning. That visor was the only light present, as a HUD – yes, that was what it was – appeared before him. Memories and thoughts began flooding back. They told him of the weapons he carried. [/color][/font]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]Why was he carrying weapons? He had no desire or thoughts to kill… not unless he was attacked, of course. But what was out there trying to attack him?[/color][/font]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]Light – there it was. A small beam of light, which opened into a pillar, as it appeared that the space before him was opening from both sides. For a short while he was held in place, before the fluid pulled him through the Zamor crystal along with it, onto the floor below [/color][/font]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]It didn’t take too long for him to recover, and look at the reflection in the clear fluids that covered the ground before and around him. Right above the tube he was in was a set of numbers – 00999.[/color][/font]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]There came a pounding from the wall behind him, as another panel began opening. Unlike his, which simply opened on its own, two armored hands reached out and pulled this one open. The other figure was about the same size as himself, with a suit crafted from interlocked panels; a suit visible only due to the brief lighting that was present in the small, circular room they had awoken into. The number that was upon her armor, 59049, also hung on a plaque; this one above her own stasis tube.[/color][/font]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]Stasis. That’s what it was, a stasis tube. They had gotten in, but… why?[/color][/font]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]There was a computer terminal in the center of the room, its blue light shining much brighter than the dim red illumination provided from above. There was also a door at the far end across from them, with a number of bars sealing it shut.[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]Above the door were three words, written in a hybrid of Matoran and Agori sigils; the written language of the ship which they knew –  SPSRDS Golden Sand Canary. What a sand canary was, or what SPSRDS meant, weren’t in the immediately accessible data pool they had. Perhaps the computer…[/color][/font]

 

OOC: The reason I insist on well done personality profiles is so that, in situations like this, I have something to use to properly portray character actions when necessary. I hope to have done a proper job.

 

Oh, and since I didn't clarify - both 999 and 59049 are being turned over to their players, and can now officially begin play

 

-Toa Levacius Zehvor :flagusa:


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#122 Offline Canis Lycaon

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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 04:11 PM

OOC:

Just wondering, is the Sand Canary on the Requiem, or are they different ships?

 

IC: 999 [Golden Sand Canary]

"Hello. I guess were the first ones to wake up. Can't remember my name, or anything else for that matter. Number there is 999." [color=#006400;]999 pointed to the number on the above his stasis tube and then shrugged his shoulders.[/color] "What about you? What's your name?"


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#123 Offline Toa Levacius Zehvor

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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 05:15 PM

[font="'Bookman Old Style';font-size:14px;"]OOC:[/font]

[font="'Bookman Old Style';font-size:14px;"]Just wondering, is the Sand Canary on the Requiem, or are they different ships?[/font]

 

OOC: Wouldn't you love to know? :P

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(0,100,0);][IC-GM] [Event] – Personnel Deck – Science & Medical Deck[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(0,100,0);]The first memories… there they were. They were violent. He had been suspended in a tube, in complete stasis. Then, out of nowhere, the hand had grabbed him and thrown him to the ground. Crew member 60 had looked up to see a massive, armored figure with a dark visor obscuring his face. Past him, another figure was dragging the unconscious form of another being about his size; this one wearing a blue suit. The being towering over him reached for him just as everything once more went dark.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(0,100,0);]“060” awoke into a rather strange situation. There were two other Matoran hovering over him, though they were not wearing armor like his; in fact, the only thing they were wearing was a set of labcoats, with a second breath mask covering their Kanohi, and a number of tools in hand. Much like their coats, almost the entire room was white; the blinding lights which shone from the ceiling reflected easily across the surface, making adjusting to the change from dark to light none the easier.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(0,100,0);]His eyes darted about. He was on a table, but apparently unrestrained. There were other tables around him, all with members of numerous species laying there, no suit to protect them. Most were immobile, and likely dead. The table to his right was the only other to have an armored figure on it.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(0,100,0);]That figure was 841, whose personal experience was very similar to that of 060 – waking up to find herself being ripped out of the stasis tube, and being dragged off as she slipped into unconsciousness. It seemed that the Matoran hovering over the armored figure to her left were ignorant to her stirring into consciousness, as they were concentrated on the same event happening to the other figure.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(0,100,0);]“Looks like he’s still alive, Doc.” one – a Kakama wearing Ta-Matoran – told the other.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(0,100,0);]“Now that’s a first for quite a while.” The other said. He was a Ko-Matoran, wearing a Kiril. He began lowering the strange instrument that he had down onto 060. “Whatever the case is, I advise that you please remain still, Patient Six-Zero. This armor is coming off.”[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(0,100,0);]As the two remained there, the suits they wore began to finish their information upload and provided the last information on their functions to allow full mobility, just as the strange instrument began vibrating and generate a laser beam, which the Matoran was lowering in a slow and surgical manner to 060’s power suit.[/color][/font]

 

OOC: 060 and 841 may now begin.

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][IC-GM] Personnel Deck, Level ???[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]The large group wandering through the halls Personnel Deck eventually came to a place where a large sign hung from the ceiling. On it was written -[/color][/font]

 

[color=#ff0000;][font="'lucida sans unicode', 'lucida grande', sans-serif;"]"00101 - 01000"[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]- in glowing red numbers. There was a closed double door not far past it.[/color][/font]

 

-Toa Levacius Zehvor :flagusa:


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 05:33 PM

IC: 841 blinked and raised up on her elbows, looking around. Something bright put of the corner of her eye-A laser, her new memories told her. Heading toward another of her kind's suit.It didn't take a genius to figure out that this was bad, especially considering all the dead people lying around.So she acted. A quick switch on of her magnetic vision told her exactly where the power for the laser originated. Electricity, after all, made an electromagnetic field.She hopped up, using her suit's speed boost to embed her laser scalpel right through the power cable.With some welding it could be fixed, but it was broken for the moment.
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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 05:39 PM

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59049 looked at 999. "I-I don't remember my name. But," She looked over the stasis tube she'd been in. "My number is 59049."


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What matters most in life is not what you are, or what group you belong to, but who you are.
Fight hate with understanding.
Fight ignorance with knowledge.
Fight cruelty with compassion.
Don't be the poison, be the antidote.


#126 Offline Canis Lycaon

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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 05:51 PM

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Bad Levacius. Those aren't real binary codes.

 

[color=#a52a2a;]IC: 819 [Personnel Deck][/color]

[color=#ff8c00;]819 grabbed the cannon off his back and started to hold it. He put his hands near the buttons, and then started to inch towards the door.[/color]

 

IC: 999 [Golden Sand Canary]

"Guess we'll call each other by our number, eh, 59? Do you think we should check the computer? Might give us some information." [color=#006400;]999 turned on the powers of his Ruru to project a beam of light and walked towards the computer shining the blue light.[/color]

 

OOC:

59 comes from the fact that the pronunciation of 59049 would be fifty nine thousand, forty nine.


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 05:52 PM

IC: #31415- Big Group No.1The TOa stopped in front of the door. On it were the numbers00101-01000"What's that mean?" He said to no one in particular."Is it to the next sectrion of the ship?"
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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 05:55 PM

[color=rgb(0,128,128);]IC[59049]:[/color]

 

[color=rgb(0,128,128);]59049 nodded, switching on the lights one her suit's shoulders.[/color]

 

IC[Slash]:

 

Slash walked very quietly and listened very carefully.


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#129 Offline Toa Levacius Zehvor

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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 06:13 PM

[color=#006400;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][IC-GM] Science & Medical Deck[/color][/font]

 

[color=#006400;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]With the power cable suddenly cut and the laser deactivating, the two Matoran turned and looked at 841. The Ta-Matoran said, "Hey, what are you doing!" before moving towards her, his hand reaching into a pocket of his labcoat.[/color][/font]

 

OOC: @ Canis; It's not binary.

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);][IC-GM] Personnel Deck[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]A flash of red light swept the hall as 819 approached. There was a humming sound, and the door opened.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]Beyond was a large room, with another door at the far end, and a much larger one along the right side from where they stood at the moment. It was poorly lit, with the lights present flickering sporadically. There were multiple rows, much like bookshelves, running across the room. These metal rows, along with the main walls of the room itself, were lined with rows and rows of panels. Each panel bore on it three things - a number ranging from 101 to 1000, a small keypad, and a scanner of some type.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]Short flashes of memory - this room, they all knew what it was. It was a locker room for the crew members. Each equipped with a keypad containing a code, and a scanner that would make sure the person trying to open it was the right person.[/color][/font]

 

OOC: Each of your characters knows the six-digit code to their own locker, though how they know that... perhaps memories resurfacing? The only lockers in here are for characters of the number 101 through 1000. Others are likely somewhere else on the ship.

 

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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 06:21 PM

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(218,165,32);]IC: [/color][color=rgb(0,0,205);]72 [/color][color=rgb(218,165,32);](Personnel Deck, Locker Rooms)[/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,0,205);]"Oh, wow..."[/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(218,165,32);]The Ce-Matoran stood in slight awe of the sheer amount of panels and numbers, while also feeling a short burst of sadness that this wasn't where her locker would be. A second or two passed, and then she spoke.[/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,0,205);]"Well? Go on, find your lockers if you've got one here. No sense in letting this discovery go to waste."[/color][/font]

[color=rgb(128,0,128);][font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"]Zakaro[/color][/font]


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 06:25 PM

IC: 608. Locker Room

 

608 was dizzied as a wave of memories resurfaced. a new string of numbers popped into his head. 957291. One of lockers looked familiar, with a dent in the door. he punched the code in and it whiiiired. before he could figure out why, the scanner activated. after scanning over 608 for a second, it unlocked. he hesitated to open it. "what could be inside?" he said to himself. the suit, of course, didn't react.

 

OOC: any limits on what could be in these lockers? perhaps a map to the ship, maybe? or some sort of code to unlock new information in the suits?


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#132 Offline Falcon Lord

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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 06:34 PM

IC: 913 walked in to the room, he seemed to remember a certain locker. He walked over to it and punched in the key code; 133898. He opened the locker and looked inside.OOC: Yeah, what is in the lockers?
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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 06:36 PM

[color=#3399ff;]OOC: [/color]I also want to know the limits of what could be in these lockers. 

 

[color=#3399ff;]IC: 337 - Personnel Deck, Locker Room - Searching:[/color]

 

[color=#b22222;]A locker room.. this was certainly helpful. 337 could only assume that the large red numbers they saw just moments ago was the range of crew members who had lockers here. Most of their group fit in that range, including himself. [/color]

 

[color=#b22222;]"72 is right, we should search all our lockers for anything useful. Maybe we'll get some answers." [/color]

 

[color=#b22222;]The lockers were all in rows of 100, making the room a bit large, and quite wide. 337 walked toward the '300 - 400s' row, and walked over to where his locker should have been. [/color]

 

[color=#b22222;]The area seemed in fairly good shape.. and every locker seemed to be operational. He soon came upon his own; one thing that disappointed him was the fact that there were still no names to be found.. perhaps on the inside? He looked down at the keypad, and a sudden rush of memory flowed over him, as he recalled the code to the locker. [/color]

 

[color=#b22222;]He punched it in without a second thought, curiosity taking full control now. When he hit 'Execute', a small laser activated somewhere on the locker, scanning over 337's body. A clink sound was heard, and the locker popped open. Now.. to find out what was inside it. [/color]

 

[color=#3399ff;]OOC: [/color]Holding off until I know what we can have in these lockers. 

 

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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 06:42 PM

IC[Slash]:

 

Slash quickly located his locker, but did not know the combination. He stared at the locker long and hard, trying to remember.


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 07:20 PM

OOC: @ Everyone; Too early in the game for anything particularly useful, but this will be a place to pick up a few one-use items or particularly important devices. And, more importantly, learn more about who your characters were before all of this happened.

 

In no particular order...

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);][IC-GM] Locker: 337[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]The locker that 00337 was emblazoned across the back with a large poster of Zakaz that seemed... almost lifelike. It took a moment for him to realize, but it was a hologramatic depiction of his homeland from the sky above. There was a large bottle next to it with the words "Spine Slug Cleaning Solution" written on it, along with a brush. Against the right-hand side of the locker leaned a second katana, but this one was without a sheath and obviously much older than his current one; it was little more than a useless piece of metal, with rusty patches covering it.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]But for some reason, he couldn't help but want to reach out for it. As he did so, he spied one other thing - a three-dimensional photograph, much like the map which he had, that showed an image of him - without the power suit - crouching next to a group of Matoran, and reaching his hand to receive the Katana from an elderly Agori, in the midst of a desert. There were other Agori behind that one, and a Toa stood next to 337, patting him on the back.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]There was writing as well. "Thanks for everything." He started to remember... he remembered the Toa. The Toa who had found him, after the battle of Bara-Magna... after they had been duped by Teridax... Teridax, who was that? What was Bara-Magna? It was the desert, of course... yes, the desert. And the Toa had come to him; had offered him a chance to turn back, after nursing him back to help at the battles end.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]He remembered... the ship. He could see as they entered the ship. Yes, this was a ship. But not a normal ship, it was a ship to travel the stars themselves. And the Toa... he had come with him. He was here on the ship, somewhere![/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]All of these memories, but he still couldn't bring up names. He found his hand on the rusty Katana. That day... they had helped that village in need. They were hailed as heroes. He, a Skakdi warrior, had been called a hero. He remembered those words - "You are a true Toa-hero."[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);][IC-GM] Locker: 608[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]The locker remained steady for a moment, but only a moment. A mountain of books and paperwork slammed their full force into it, causing the panel to swing open and littering the floor with all sorts of books, e-readers, and even a few hologram projectors. One was accidentally turned on, projecting forth the moving hologramatic image of a set of miniaturized Southern Islander dancers moving about.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]Looking into the locker itself, he saw that most of the books were actually journals. Each was cataloged with a set of numbers on it. He knew what they were immediately - years. Each journal, a collection of his experiences that he had written down. Each one, a millennia of one Toa's stories. There were dozens of these books within (and now without) the locker.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]Most of the locker was pinned with what appeared to have been (very crude) drawings that he had personally made. Different things, places, and people that he had seen in the Matoran Universe and on Spherus Magna. Some of them brought back memories. Not all pleasant. He remembered... battles. Many, many battles. It was almost painful to think about, but... not really. He just pushed it aside. The pain subsided, as he started to remember all he had seen. The reason he had lost his pity - the great wars.[/color][/font]

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]On the wall, amidst everything else, there was a letter pinned over everything else - and it was certainly not his handwriting.[/color][/font]

 

OOC: I will PM you the contents of the letter in a short while.

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);][IC-GM] Locker: 913[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]Unlike some of the other lockers, 913 kept one which was almost empty. There were a few personal things like pens, a knife, an armor polishing kit, and a few books on astronomy and studying the geology of foreign worlds, along with a guide on proper archery. Atop all of this was a hologramatic projector, this one already on - and apparently running low on power, based on how it was flickering. It showed a model of the ship in full 3D, with the words "Requiem IV" running along the bottom. No further details were shown, outside of the hull.[/color][/font]

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]He knew, though, that this was where they were. This ship.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]Along the left side, near the pile, was one other thing - a three dimensional hologramatic picture of him standing next to a female Glatorian of the water tribe, his arm wrapped around her. Both were smiling, and standing in front of a smaller ship. He remembered that ship, sitting in it and looking out at her for the last time through the window. It had taken him to the Requiem IV.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]Of course he was wearing his power suit in the picture, the only piece of equipment that was off being his helmet, which he kept under the other arm.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]It was almost hypnotic, staring at it. But there was one thing that worried him - he couldn't remember who she was. Her name, or anything about her. Then again, he couldn't remember who he was either. That was the disturbing part.[/color][/font]

 

-Toa Levacius Zehvor :flagusa:


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 07:36 PM

[color=#a52a2a;]IC: 819 [Locker Room][/color]

[color=#ff8c00;]The Skakdi walked down to one of end of the room filled with lockers. His number was 819. It appeared that the locker numbers were the same as the numbers on the lockers. Therefore, his name would be towards the end of the room. He walked down there.[/color]

 

[color=#a52a2a;]800-899[/color]

 

[color=#ff8c00;]That would be his row. 819 walked down the row until he reached his locker. He didn't have to walk far. After all, his number was rather low. And then he found his locker.[/color]

 

[color=#a52a2a;]819[/color]

 

[color=#ff8c00;]He went up to it slowly, as if it might be harmful. He put the cannon he carried over his back, and looked at the keypad. A number appeared in his mind. 819 wasn't sure how he knew it, but this number just felt right for the locker keypad. He checked to see no one was looking, purely out of habit and instinct and punched it in.[/color]

 

[color=#a52a2a;]010203[/color]

 

[color=#ff8c00;]The scanner did it's work, verified he was indeed himself, and the locker swung open.[/color]

 

IC: 999 [Golden Sand Canary]

[color=#006400;]The Hirohi walked over to computer and looked at it. He then attempted to activate it and get some information out of it. Somehow, he knew how to turn it on.[/color]


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 08:04 PM

IC: [ [color=#696969;]391[/color] ] - Personnel Deck / Locker Room[color=#696969;]The female Onu-Toa known merely as '00391' moved slowly through the network of lockers, lime-green eyes flicking left and right with a frustrated curiosity. The memories... she could practically feel them, the untold stories whispering from each locker number, each keypad worn smooth by unknown fingers.389... 390...391.She stood staring at it, and slowly she reached out and punched in a series of numbers, numbers that came slowly from the depths of her imprisoned mind, drifting, settling into reality.7-1-3-1-1-5.A light pulsed red in answer, flickered momentarily, glowed green. With a soft chunk of shifting gears, the door unlatched and 391 pulled it open, slowly, reverently, a quick surge of hope flooding through her chest.[/color]


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 08:05 PM

IC[Slash]:

 

Slash typed the code that made the most sense to him: 12769, the square of his ID tag. The locker swung open.

 

IC[59049]:

 

59049 quietly followed 999.


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 08:05 PM

OOC: I'll get to Slash and 391 later. Sorry.

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);][IC-GM] Locker: 819[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]There was one thing that dominated 819's locker - a massive symbol painted on the back with red lines. Six lines, all crossing each other. He recognized the symbol immediately - but what from, he had no idea.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]His locker was very modest, containing nothing but a hologramatic model of his power suit, a book about standard SPSRD procedures for the investigation of other planets and dealing with the possibility alien lifeforms, and... another book. "Words of the Great Beings," it was labelled. It was a holy book. It also had the symbol of six lines upon its cover.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);][IC-GM] Golden Sand Canary[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]The terminal provided a good deal of information. Present was a map, showing that the small room they were in was connected to another, equally sized one by a hallway on the other side of the door. The hallway connected to a much larger rectangular room that was the crews quarters, which in turn connected to the circular cockpit. The hallway also connected to a much larger, more strangely shaped section opposite the crews quarters that was the engine room. The circular room across the hallway from them was the location of the platform that allowed them to leave or enter the vehicle.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]This vehicle was listed as a ship by the title Golden Sand Canary, used by the ship Reqiuem IV to scout out an area of a planet to see if it was safe and examine it. If it was safe, they would send down miners and make use of a massive laser built into what was labelled the "Mining Deck." There was a log present - it appeared that at some point, the Canary and its crew of six had lost contact with the Requiem IV. They returned and entered the Maintenance Deck for repairs. That was the second-to-last log; the last one was the crew entering stasis.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]... and yet now they were out of it, for whatever reason. And, even stranger, they appeared to be missing crew members - six were logged as having gone into stasis, and all had logged out besides them. Why had they gone into stasis? Why did it take them so long to get out?[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]There was some basic further information about the Requiem IV. Unfortunately, there was nothing to provide further information about who they were.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]There was one other option on the terminal - to unseal the doors to the ship, which were, apparently, all sealed.[/color][/font]

 

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OOC: @ Everyone; Too early in the game for anything particularly useful, but this will be a place to pick up a few one-use items or particularly important devices. And, more importantly, learn more about who your characters were before all of this happened. In no particular order... [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;][IC-GM] Locker: 337[/color][/font] [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]The locker that 00337 was emblazoned across the back with a large poster of Zakaz that seemed... almost lifelike. It took a moment for him to realize, but it was a hologramatic depiction of his homeland from the sky above. There was a large bottle next to it with the words "Spine Slug Cleaning Solution" written on it, along with a brush. Against the right-hand side of the locker leaned a second katana, but this one was without a sheath and obviously much older than his current one; it was little more than a useless piece of metal, with rusty patches covering it.[/color][/font] [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]But for some reason, he couldn't help but want to reach out for it. As he did so, he spied one other thing - a three-dimensional photograph, much like the map which he had, that showed an image of him - without the power suit - crouching next to a group of Matoran, and reaching his hand to receive the Katana from an elderly Agori, in the midst of a desert. There were other Agori behind that one, and a Toa stood next to 337, patting him on the back.[/color][/font] [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]There was writing as well. "Thanks for everything." He started to remember... he remembered the Toa. The Toa who had found him, after the battle of Bara-Magna... after they had been duped by Teridax... Teridax, who was that? What was Bara-Magna? It was the desert, of course... yes, the desert. And the Toa had come to him; had offered him a chance to turn back, after nursing him back to help at the battles end.[/color][/font] [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]He remembered... the ship. He could see as they entered the ship. Yes, this was a ship. But not a normal ship, it was a ship to travel the stars themselves. And the Toa... he had come with him. He was here on the ship, somewhere![/color][/font] [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]All of these memories, but he still couldn't bring up names. He found his hand on the rusty Katana. That day... they had helped that village in need. They were hailed as heroes. He, a Skakdi warrior, had been called a hero. He remembered those words - "You are a true Toa-hero."[/color][/font] [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;][IC-GM] Locker: 608[/color][/font] [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]The locker remained steady for a moment, but only a moment. A mountain of books and paperwork slammed their full force into it, causing the panel to swing open and littering the floor with all sorts of books, e-readers, and even a few hologram projectors. One was accidentally turned on, projecting forth the moving hologramatic image of a set of miniaturized Southern Islander dancers moving about.[/color][/font] [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]Looking into the locker itself, he saw that most of the books were actually journals. Each was cataloged with a set of numbers on it. He knew what they were immediately - years. Each journal, a collection of his experiences that he had written down. Each one, a millennia of one Toa's stories. There were dozens of these books within (and now without) the locker.[/color][/font] [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]Most of the locker was pinned with what appeared to have been (very crude) drawings that he had personally made. Different things, places, and people that he had seen in the Matoran Universe and on Spherus Magna. Some of them brought back memories. Not all pleasant. He remembered... battles. Many, many battles. It was almost painful to think about, but... not really. He just pushed it aside. The pain subsided, as he started to remember all he had seen. The reason he had lost his pity - the great wars.[/color][/font][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]On the wall, amidst everything else, there was a letter pinned over everything else - and it was certainly not his handwriting.[/color][/font] OOC: I will PM you the contents of the letter in a short while. [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;][IC-GM] Locker: 913[/color][/font] [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]Unlike some of the other lockers, 913 kept one which was almost empty. There were a few personal things like pens, a knife, an armor polishing kit, and a few books on astronomy and studying the geology of foreign worlds, along with a guide on proper archery. Atop all of this was a hologramatic projector, this one already on - and apparently running low on power, based on how it was flickering. It showed a model of the ship in full 3D, with the words "Requiem IV" running along the bottom. No further details were shown, outside of the hull.[/color][/font][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]He knew, though, that this was where they were. This ship.[/color][/font] [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]Along the left side, near the pile, was one other thing - a three dimensional hologramatic picture of him standing next to a female Glatorian of the water tribe, his arm wrapped around her. Both were smiling, and standing in front of a smaller ship. He remembered that ship, sitting in it and looking out at her for the last time through the window. It had taken him to the Requiem IV.[/color][/font] [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]Of course he was wearing his power suit in the picture, the only piece of equipment that was off being his helmet, which he kept under the other arm.[/color][/font] [font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=#800080;]It was almost hypnotic, staring at it. But there was one thing that worried him - he couldn't remember who she was. Her name, or anything about her. Then again, he couldn't remember who he was either. That was the disturbing part.[/color][/font] -Toa Levacius Zehvor :flagusa:

IC: 913 called out, "I have a diagram of the ship over here, look." As he said this 913 remembered, looking at her for the last time, the Glatorian of Water. Who was she?

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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 08:24 PM

OOC:

Falcon Lord, a tip of advice for the future. You don't always need to quote what you're referring to, people usually know. It can expand your post size dramatically, which can be annoying.

 

IC: 999 [Golden Sand Canary]

[color=#006400;]"So, what do you say we do? My suggestion is try to get back to the Requiem. Maybe they have some knowledge about us."[/color]

 

[color=#a52a2a;]IC: 818 [Locker Room][/color]

[color=#ff8c00;]The white armored Skakdi looked at the symbol. Six lines crossing, the angles not equal, with the lines getting close towards the top of the straight center line. The book had the same symbol on it. He reached out and picked it up. He opened up the book slowly and began to read it.[/color]

 

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If anyone is interested, this is what the lines looks like. 


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 08:29 PM

IC[59049]:

 

59049 shook her head. "Let's see what  we can learn from here."


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 08:43 PM

IC: 999 [Golden Sand Canary]

"Do you mean this room or the ship?" [color=#006400;]999 walked around, looking around.[/color]

 

OOC:

Wait, Lev, I'm a little confused. You say six logged into stasis and came back out, and then there are 999 and 59, as well as the one PC who is in limbo before he/she is made. But you say the Canary had a crew of three here.

it appeared that at some point, the Canary and its crew of three had lost contact with the Requiem IV.

So which is it? A crew of nine or a crew of three.


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 09:22 PM

[color=#006400;]196- Locker room[/color]

 

[color=#006400;]IC:[/color] [color=#006400;]Since everybody had decided to go for the more light hallway, 196 had backed his way out and joined them. For most of the walk, he had been quite, not talking unless needed, and since nobody had talked to him, he had said nothing.[/color]

 

[color=#006400;]When they reached the locker room, the black suited Vortixx[/color][color=#006400;] calmly walked over to the one with his number on it[/color] [color=#006400;]and typed in a the six digit password, waiting for the scanner to do it's job so he could get a look inside and find out what he had put in there.[/color]


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 09:23 PM

IC: 608. Lockers

 

608 shut off the projection. "yeah, better not have that on" he said to himself. he read the note. "does 'Administer Code' sound familiar to anyone?" he asked, the mountain of books swarming him. he went through them, memories flowing back.huge battles, pointless wars...he had hated them. he had felt like a clone, seemingly everyone doing better than him in it. perhaps that's why he had boarded this blasted ship. he could only keep a few books and notes. he decided to take the most recent journal. a picture of a giant ship...he remembered. it was labelled the Requiem. he didn't know what that was. "guys, does the name 'Requiem' ring a bell to anyone?"


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 09:29 PM

[color=#800000;]IC: 655 - Locker Room[/color]

 

[color=#800000;]655 stayed near the entrance to the locker room, his eyes flickering as his mind surged with new memories. Different locations sprung up in his mind's eye, but he couldn't remember the names of any of them. [/color]

 

[color=#800000;]A combination blazed itself across the insides of his eyelids.[/color]

 

[color=#800000;]568-605[/color]

 

[color=#800000;]655 walked across the locker aisles, until he finally reached the 600-700 row. As 655 turned to find his locker, he passed The Toa of Iron: 608. The other Toa had already opened his locker, and was examining a couple of books and journals he had found inside.[/color]

 

[color=#800000;]"Guys, does the name Requiem ring a bell for anyone?" 608 asked aloud.[/color]

 

[color=#800000;]"Never took you to be the reading type, Heavy." 655 said jokingly as he patted 608 on the back. "But yeah, the name does sound familiar..."[/color]

 

[color=#800000;]The Toa of Stone kept walking until he reached what he assumed was his locker. It felt strangely familiar, and 655 typed in the combination that had been nagging him. The locker opened and he looked inside, unsure of what he would find...[/color]

 

 

OOC: Really digging this locker stuff, Toa Levacius. It provides some pretty good back-story...


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 10:15 PM

[font="'Bookman Old Style';"]OOC:[/font]

[font="'Bookman Old Style';"]Wait, Lev, I'm a little confused. You say six logged into stasis and came back out, and then there are 999 and 59, as well as the one PC who is in limbo before he/she is made. But you say the Canary had a crew of three here.[/font]

[font="'Bookman Old Style';"]Quote[/font]

[font="'Bookman Old Style';"]So which is it? A crew of nine or a crew of three.[/font]

[font="'Bookman Old Style';"]it appeared that at some point, the Canary and its crew of three had lost contact with the Requiem IV.[/font]

 

OOC: Neither. It's a crew of six. Six people were logged in as crew members, and everyone other than your two characters had already logged out. You were the last too. Kaithas' character is thus already out and about, and I'll introduce that once the character is in the profiles topic.

 

Six crew members. Six went into stasis. All of them logged out except two.

 

So yes, I did make a typo when I mentioned a crew of three.

 

OOC: @ Dovahkiin; Just so you know - the great wars was a general term, not a proper one. It refers to numerous unnamed wars and the like that took place in the later days of the Matoran Universe. 608 has no memories of any battles, wars, or much of anything from Spherus Magna, and only a single journal from that time period.

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);][IC-GM] Locker: 608: Journals[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]608's most recent journal was mostly quickly jotted down notes. It was mostly empty...[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]... and appeared to be missing pages. Other than the one with the rough drawing of the ship, almost everything had been torn out. Why?[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);][GM-IC] Locker: 818: Book[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]The book was surprising. It appeared to be what could best be described as a scripture for a rather obscure Matoran Universe religion that adhered the Great Beings to the exclusion of Mata-Nui, which had begun growing in prevalence once the 'Verse had ended. Strangely, though he could not remember the stories - creation myths, tales of monsters, etc. - he could recall reading it all before. Every line of it.[/color][/font]

 

OOC: New lockers!

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);][GM-IC] Locker: 391[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]The locker opened to reveal... that an engineer had done quite a bit of work on it. Likely, 391 herself. Three drawers - each with a few spare components like small pieces of wire, nuts and bolts, and even a few spare wrenches and the like. One of the drawers glowed, revealing a small lightstone contained within.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]Atop the toll drawers were a set of manuals containing information about more specific engineering jobs that were not fully detailed in her database; likely references for when anything that she wasn't immediately familiar with, just in case.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]The locker may have seemed very impersonal, were it not for a hologramatic photograph posted on the inside of the panel itself - an image of her and a small group of other engineers, all in power suits and in what she recalled immediately as the Engineering Deck of the ship. That was where she worked, wasn't it? More important was the exact area behind her - the door to each member of the teams personal quarters.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]Perhaps there was more information there, about who she was... and the other engineers with here there.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);][GM-IC] Locker: 113 ("Slash")[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]113 likely had the strangest locker yet. What was to be found here but a collection of sound equipment, compact disks, other storage devices...[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]...[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]It dawned on him as he looked at everything before him. The sound equipment built into the armor, that might have been a clue. But as he stared at the collection of musical disks and stereo equipment before him, he realized that what he was looking at was the storage locker of a DJ.[/color][/font]

 

OOC: Yeah I had to have a little fun with one of them.

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][GM-IC] Locker: 196[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]There was a model hanging in 196's cabinet. It was a model of the Solis Magna system, showing the star Solis Magna in the center with the other planets of the system - in particular Spherus Magna, the largest sans a few gas giants, and the small Red Star which orbited it like a moon. As the model suddenly flashed, it became clear that it was hologramatic in nature.[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]There was a telescope here, small but incredibly powerful due to Vortixx technology. There were also a tablet; an e-reader, with a list of contained books written on the back. Every one of them related to astronomy and aerospace. There was also a small book that appeared to be his personal notes - a study on how to generate plasma, similar to that of the stars, within something as compact as a power suit and not causing harm to oneself.[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]He must have built that part of his suit all by himself...[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]It appeared that he had quite a bit of fascination with them - the sun, stars, and solar energy. There was an entire separate e-book below the other one that appeared to be devoted to the workings of a massive solar battery hooked onto the Requiem IV ship. It described how it could be used to store massive amounts of solar energy and power the ship in case of an emergency.[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]An emergency. Like this?[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][GM-IC] Locker: 655[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]If 655 believed himself to be a former security guard before, the locker did everything it could to reinforce that. There was a book describing proper military courtesies and traditions, another describing the proper rules and regulations onboard an SPSRD craft. Numerous awards and decorations were posted on the the wall...[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]... but they had all been knocked down. It appeared where a plaque of his name had been, it had been ripped out. He had a few ripped pieces of awards and certificates lining it. Someone had taken everything he owned and ripped it apart, for some reason.[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]Why?[/color][/font]

 

OOC: I know why.

 

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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 10:26 PM

[color=#800000;]IC: 655 - Locker Room[/color]

 

[color=#800000;]655 picked up one of the medals that had been knocked down, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling of sadness. "Who would do this?" He thought to himself.[/color]

 

[color=#800000;]After glancing at some of the other awards, he picked up the SPSRD manual and started to thumb through it.[/color]


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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 10:27 PM

IC: #31415

#31415 stood to the side as he watched them open their lockers. # 655 was looking through what looked like a manual.

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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 10:33 PM

IC: 608. Locker

 

of course pages had been torn out. the letter, the note...someone had been here besides himself. what if these were false? what if these were planted here to throw him off of the trail, so to speak? he knew he had been in battles, but what if the rest was fake? still, memories were a fickle thing. who knew what had happened? "I'm not...but who knows?" he said. "I don't know anything. this could all be planted here, intended to mess with our heads"


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#151 Offline Skarloth

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Posted Jul 03 2013 - 10:57 PM

[IC-GM] Locker: 337

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]The locker that 00337 was emblazoned across the back with a large poster of Zakaz that seemed... almost lifelike. It took a moment for him to realize, but it was a hologramatic depiction of his homeland from the sky above. There was a large bottle next to it with the words "Spine Slug Cleaning Solution" written on it, along with a brush. Against the right-hand side of the locker leaned a second katana, but this one was without a sheath and obviously much older than his current one; it was little more than a useless piece of metal, with rusty patches covering it.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]But for some reason, he couldn't help but want to reach out for it. As he did so, he spied one other thing - a three-dimensional photograph, much like the map which he had, that showed an image of him - without the power suit - crouching next to a group of Matoran, and reaching his hand to receive the Katana from an elderly Agori, in the midst of a desert. There were other Agori behind that one, and a Toa stood next to 337, patting him on the back.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]There was writing as well. "Thanks for everything." He started to remember... he remembered the Toa. The Toa who had found him, after the battle of Bara-Magna... after they had been duped by Teridax... Teridax, who was that? What was Bara-Magna? It was the desert, of course... yes, the desert. And the Toa had come to him; had offered him a chance to turn back, after nursing him back to help at the battles end.[/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]He remembered... the ship. He could see as they entered the ship. Yes, this was a ship. But not a normal ship, it was a ship to travel the stars themselves. And the Toa... he had come with him. He was here on the ship, somewhere![/color][/font]

 

[font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(128,0,128);]All of these memories, but he still couldn't bring up names. He found his hand on the rusty Katana. That day... they had helped that village in need. They were hailed as heroes. He, a Skakdi warrior, had been called a hero. He remembered those words - "You are a true Toa-hero."[/color][/font]

 

 

[font="arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"][color=#3399ff;]OOC: [/color]Great job, Lev. Good foundation for the kind of background I want 337 to have. [/font]

 

[font="arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"][color=#3399ff;]IC: 337 - Personnel Deck - Locker Room:[/color][/font]

 

[color=#b22222;][font="arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"]He... remembered. It wasn't all there, but he had just unlocked some very.. interesting memories. He picked the katana up, staring at it, as if it was the only thing in existence at the moment; his eyes slowly shifted to the picture in the locker, and thought back to that specific moment in time. [/color][/font]

 

[color=#b22222;][font="arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"]Finally, a crucial moment of his past, revealed. This didn't answer too many of his questions, but he realized who he was now, and was starting to piece together why he was here. That Toa... he would find him, even if he wasn't on this ship, he would find the Toa standing next to him in the photograph. [/color][/font]

 

[color=rgb(74,74,74);font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;]"I'm not...but who knows?" he said. "I don't know anything. this could all be planted here, intended to mess with our heads," 608 said. [/color]

 

[font="arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"][color=#b22222;]"No, that's not possible. They couldn't have implanted us with memories.. at least, not ones like these," he said to 608. It seemed that everyone else was having similar revelations about themselves, maybe amid all this self discovery, they could get some idea of what to do next, or even where to go next. [/color][/font]

 

[font="arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"]-Skar[/font]


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#152 Offline Killer_Myr

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Posted Jul 04 2013 - 12:11 AM

IC[Slash]:

 

Slash grabbed as many of the compact discs and storage devices as he could.

 

IC[59049]:

 

"In this room, then the ship"


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Posted Jul 04 2013 - 01:04 AM

[color=#006400;]196- Locker Room[/color]

 

[color=#006400;]IC: His mind raced as he browsed through the different things in the metal cabinet.they were all clues to his past but there were two things in particular that stood out as helpful in this situation. The first and most important was ,of course, the solar power station on the ship. If they were going to get the ship running again, then they would need that extra power.[/color]

[color=#006400;]The second was the notes on plasma creation and manipulation. With these he could made modifications to his existing suit and perhaps create new sets of the device that allowed it. something that would be of great help when in a hostile environment and weapons were as scarce as they were.[/color]

 

[color=#006400;]His mind then turned to what this told him about himself.[/color]

 

[color=#006400;]Was I a technician for the solar power station? If so, then that would make turning it on that much easier when we get to it.[/color]


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#154 Offline Funcle K.

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Posted Jul 04 2013 - 01:28 AM

[color=#008080;]OOC[/color]So many lockers, haha. So little knowledge actually gained...So I write long and I write dark. Too bad this is a character that doesn't really lighten up, but in a disaster or crisis similar to this, maybe it's upsetting because he acts a little close to home.[color=#008080;]IC (400)[/color][font="georgia, serif;"][color=rgb(105,105,105);]The Ko-Matoran watched as the others disappeared, too far down the hallway now to follow. He was glad, however. He did not want to have to watch them die. His suit gave a little chirp. The word "fatalist" came to mind. He wondered if his suit cared whether he lived or died. Well, it would be more lonely a world, wouldn't it? He knew he would die. It was not just a pessimistic view. The body on the floor was proof enough of that. If he looked over now, in the dim light, he would be able to see it. For a moment he wished he was with the others. None of them were friends but they were linked by fortune. He turned to look back at the rows of canisters. Origin. He moved closer. He had wanted to remain here in order to reunite himself with that mechanical womb, to feel his presence inside the safety of another. As he drew nearer now, to his rebeginning, he grew hesitant. He knew that safety was simply a fallacy he had created to keep from thinking about the end of things. The end of me. The suit chirped. The end of us.The cold Matoran passed his hand over the cool smooth glass surface of the canisters. There might have been some creature inside, he did not know. It was still sealed, the vapor within trapped like the cylinder's occupant. A lonely sleep. He knew that to slumber here was to invite despair. A sitting piece of bait. Anything with half a brain and a quarter of ill-intent would come looking through this hall of victims, strung up in lines for the ease of demise. He reached his old tube, his sanctuary, his imaginary fortress. This ship is doomed. This voyage went sour before we even woke up.A chirp from the suit.He was too engrossed in self pity to notice. Was it a warning? Was it sympathy? He reached up and pulled on the exterior release valve and then put weight on the lever. He clambored up into the small cylinder. Ignorance was better than apathy. Apathy was better than despair. The metal floor folded up under him and he was once again enveloped in his suit, in his solitude. A chirp again. Slight louder, he ignored it now.Dim lights were on this time, he could see his hands and chest and the tops of his feet in the dark. Maybe with this reentry light he was visible from outside. He thought he heard movement far from where he hid. He stained his audio receptors. He heard only the dark. He closed his eyes, let his helmet fall back against the wall. He closed his eyes, and despaired.[/color][/font]


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#155 Offline Toa Levacius Zehvor

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Posted Jul 04 2013 - 01:52 AM

[font="arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"][color=#3399ff;]OOC: [/color]Great job, Lev. Good foundation for the kind of background I want 337 to have. [/font]

 

OOC: I wish I had taken a little more time to work out a little more on a few of the other characters, but after the first one I realized... well, let's just say my locker idea kit was running low. There are plenty of other revelations to make, of course.

 

Of course, the things that aren't there can be just as interesting as what is there.

 

#31415 looked around. The room only had one exit, which filled his stomach with... fear.

 

Three exits. The way you came in. One at the far end. One on the right side of the room from where you entered.

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][IC-GM] The Golden Sand Canary, Introducing - Crew Member 767![/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]As the other two crew members of the canary discussed what they would do, there was a sudden flash as one of the bars holding the door was suddenly sliced by a laser blade. Then, the rest, one by one. Whatever was doing it was moving with incredible speed to be going so quickly - the type of speed only a Kakama could give.[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]With that taken care of, it wasn't very difficult for 767 to throw the door open and come striding forward, energy sword at the ready.[/color][/font]

 

OOC: @ Kaithas; I'll send a PM to you about what exactly has happened to 767 to lead up to this point. I return control of your character to you at this point as well, from here on out.

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"][IC-GM] Locker: 655: SPSRD Manual[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]As 655 thumbed through the manual, he found himself on a page listing awards that could be earned by an SPSRD member. He recognized the one present - the Ignika Crest, modeled after the legendary mask of life. The text said it all - awarded by Toa Tahu himself, greatest hero of Spherus Magna (according to the book at least; who was this guy?), to only... the most...[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]That couldn't be right.[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]According to what was written here, it was only provided to those who had exceeded to the greatest of excellency in the Nuva-Metru Military/Science Academy. He knew that place... he remembered going there. Yet... he also knew that if you went there, you were meant to become a commissioned officer. By all rights, he would be an officer onboard the ship.[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]So why wasn't he? Nothing indicated this was the case. There was nothing to indicate it with his suit. He didn't even have any memories of any kind of higher learning from such a place... how could that much be lost? Especially when it was on record, like this...[/color][/font]

 

[color=#800080;][font="tahoma, geneva, sans-serif;"]As those thoughts were being contemplated, a letter slipped from his manual, gently falling to the ground.[/color][/font]

 

OOC: I will PM you the contents.

 

-Toa Levacius Zehvor :flagusa:


Edited by Toa Levacius Zehvor, Jul 04 2013 - 01:52 AM.

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#156 Offline Falcon Lord

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Posted Jul 04 2013 - 06:00 AM

IC: "Wait! I know what Requiem means, it's this ship!" 913 says as he looks through his locker.OOC: I love what I'm learning about 913's backstory!
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#157 Offline Zakaro

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Posted Jul 04 2013 - 06:11 AM

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(218,165,32);]IC: [/color][color=rgb(0,0,205);]72 [/color][color=rgb(218,165,32);](Locker Room)[/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(218,165,32);]After watching the others scurry around finding their lockers, opening them and letting out exclamations of perhaps surprise or understanding, 72 eventually became tired of watching them and not being able to do anything herself. [/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(218,165,32);]Taking a glance around the room, she sights a doo off to her right. Intrigued, she begins to walk towards it cautiously. [/color][/font]

[color=rgb(128,0,128);][font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"]Zakaro [/color][/font]


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Posted Jul 04 2013 - 07:56 AM

[color=#a52a2a;]IC: 819 [Locker Room][/color]

[color=#ff8c00;]819 put down the book he had been reading gently, and reached for the next one, the one about standard procedures. He flipped through it and yelled, [/color][color=#a52a2a;]"Requiem IV is the name of the ship. I got a book right here that talks about it." [/color][color=#ff8c00;]819 put the boom back in his locker, and turned to the hologramatic model.[/color]

 

[color=#ff8c00;]He picked it up, and looked at the model of his power suit. He just stared at it, slightly mesmerized.[/color]

 

OOC:

Is there any chance I could get some place to store the books, or at least the holy book, like a bag or a compartment in the power suit?

 

IC: 999 [Golden Sand Canary]

[color=#006400;]999 looked at the figure who had burst into the room. 999 said, [/color]"What do you want?"


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Posted Jul 04 2013 - 08:14 AM

IC: "Yes, I have a model of the ship right here." 913 picked up the model and showed it to the others.OOC: Yeah, somewhere to store things would be nice.
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Posted Jul 04 2013 - 09:57 AM

IC: 608. Lockers

 

"I have a drawing. it's rather crude, but I would imagine it would be hard to draw in this suit" he said.

 

OOC: I'm pretty sure, if I have a custom suit, that I would have somewhere to store a couple of books, seeing as the locker was filled with 'em


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