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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2019-09-01 07:34 am

A new platform [intro post September]

For those on the train

“Good morning passengers, it is day one of the month of Bassoon.” The train announces the morning the month changes. It seems the train counts months in days of thirty. Team Points have been updated on the system.

The day continues as most days do, chores, eating, getting ready for another day. But those who suspect that a change of month may bring something else are correct. It is only an hour or two later that there is another announcement.

“Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void imminent.”

By now they should know to hold on as the train jerks and jolts. There is only fog outside the windows but the train soon comes to a stop. The doors hiss open.

As they exit into the fog they may notice Evie exiting from the luggage carriage door. Much like Hibiki the last time they were on a platform. She leaves the train, backpack on her back as she walks through the station. She heads no call, reacts to no words and cannot be stopped as she walks to the ticket barrier and disappears through it.

Strange. But even stranger still is that there on the platform that whole time is Evie. Dressed in purple, backpack on back, with her are others. Waiting for the train.

For new arrivals

At first all they can see if steam. Billowing around them as they come to their senses. They are standing, in clothes that are not their own, styles they might not even recognise. They are carrying a rucksack on your back. For a moment it seems to just be them, alone in the white haze but then the steam begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.

The platform is not very large, but it hold twelve figures all facing the tracks, all wearing similar clothing. The tracks stretch left and right into steam, or perhaps fog. Nothing can be seen to either side. There is a wall around the platform and the only entrance is a ticket barrier. It cannot be open, nor do there seem to be any staff.

What there is, is a train. Jet black and gleaming where it stands on the rails.Voidtrecker Express is emblazoned in the engine in gold. There is a hiss as the doors slide open.

Out step a selection of people, some less human than others, wearing clothes just like those worn by those on the platform.

The Train

The doors hiss open. Those from the train may encourage those on the platform to board. It’s not like there is anywhere else to go and even if there was, you feel a pull. A need to board, a feeling that staying on the platform would not be a good thing.

Once on board there is lots to explore. Passengers both old and new will hopefully be delighted to see the boredom of this train journey is somewhat alleviated by the introduction of a game carriage. Plenty of games, both familiar and new to play with your new travelling companions.
Each ICP shows the same message. If Red team go and look they will find a box in the luggage compartment that contains their prize. A dralite themed cake lolly each. There are enough for the new members of Red team too, share in your teams previous success!

The food stores have been topped up with new fresh food. Salmon has taken over as the primary ingredient of choice. Hopefully everyone likes fish!

New passengers will find their tickets allow them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, especially if they want a top bunk!

Room is tight but there are storage cubbies at the head of each bed, beds fold up and the bottom bunks double as benches for the small table. There is storage under those benches and you will hopefully find a pillow for your bed if it has not been nabbed by a roommate, there are also spare blankets for if it gets cold.

Departure

A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers and the doors slide shut. For those who boarded two weeks ago they will know what is coming next.

The train sets off, the fog obscuring the view as it picks up speed.

"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express.” A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. "Please take the time to read the passenger information displayed on the Information and Communication points and familiarise yourself with the layout and emergency exits."

The train begins to tilt, leaving the ground and rising up into the fog filled sky.

"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated."

Hopefully someone warns you that you really want to heed that warning because a moment later there is a shudder, a jolt, a lurch to the left. A flash of light, colourful and blinding.

As quick as it happens it is done. The train seems to steady. The fog from the windows is gone now, replaced with a kaleidoscope of ever changing colours.

Welcome to voidspace.
faithfulson: (Something familiar...)

[personal profile] faithfulson 2019-09-05 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Games, hunh? He supposed flight sims were kind of like games as well. Sure, they were meant for training and honing a pilot's skills, but they did keep score and competed with each other for top ranking. Of course, he'd never be able to best his father's score, but then again, very few people in the galaxy could come close to touching his score either.

At the mention of his arm, Luke grinned slightly, tapping his metal fingers against the VR headset, before setting it down.

"Thanks," he replied, before continuing without thinking. "My father had it designed for me. It feels weird having it outside of a compression gauntlet for this long, though."
dredefulchilde: (smile)

[personal profile] dredefulchilde 2019-09-05 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Dear old dad's an inventor then, is he?" Joscelin peers closer to the prosthetic limb. The way it moves is extraordinary. It's almost like he's controlling it unconsciously.

"My father never did anything like that for me. I didn't even get any of his money when he died. Can I touch it?" Joss chatters cheerfully, if callously, about his dead parent.

But since that dead parent's been gone about 650 years, that probably makes sense.
faithfulson: (Oh hell yes!)

[personal profile] faithfulson 2019-09-05 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Not really; he's just really good with machines," he replied, trying not to be bothered by how casually the young man talked about his father's death. People... coped in different ways, he supposed? He wasn't going to dwell on it, instead offering him a grin before rolling up his sleeve so Joss could see where the prosthetic attached on his upper arm.

"Sure thing," he replied, turning his arm over, giving him a good look at the mechanics within the structure, absently flexing his fingers so he could better see how the pistons and other mechanics moved.
dredefulchilde: (confused)

[personal profile] dredefulchilde 2019-09-05 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
It is unconscious. Joss isn't the best with technology, but he is fascinated by it. And it's made his life so much easier. He doesn't understand the human need to feel connected with the past. The past was shitty. Often literally. He doesn't miss it. He likes the clean, orderly, present.

But what he's seeing here doesn't look like something someone in 2019 is capable of producing.

"Are you from the future?" he asks bluntly. "Beyond 2019, I mean. Different worlds and all."
faithfulson: (What no?!)

[personal profile] faithfulson 2019-09-05 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Um..." Luke began, trying to think. Well, that definitely wasn't based on the Imperial calendar, and he was pretty sure the Lothian calendar -- which made note of the years by the first documented instance of the Republic, as he understood it -- was way past that.

Then again, so many people were not even from his galaxy, so...

"We may be on different calendar systems," he replied. "Possibly from different galaxies entirely."
dredefulchilde: (confused)

[personal profile] dredefulchilde 2019-09-05 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you've got space travel? How very sci-fi." Joscelin likes sci-fi. And superheroes. He pretends to be aloof but he's a great fan of mega franchises and summer sequels. Though his world doesn't have Star Wars, thankfully. Luke gets a reprieve from the fanboying.

Not that Joss would fanboy. (He totally would.)

"I'm from Earth. One of many, it would seem. Different realities, all stacked on top of each other. That's also very sci-fi. My name's Joscelin, by the way. You may refer to me as Joss. Or Master Fitzthomas, if you'd like to be excessively formal."
faithfulson: (Soft and simple)

[personal profile] faithfulson 2019-09-06 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Luke Skywalker," he replied, offering his hand. "Nice to meet you, Joss."
dredefulchilde: (confused)

[personal profile] dredefulchilde 2019-09-08 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Even his name is sci-fi! Interesting. "Is Skywalker a common sort of name where you're from?" he asks curiously. Maybe it's one of those descriptive names, like 'Smith' or 'Miller' or 'Baker.'
faithfulson: (Whatever you say)

[personal profile] faithfulson 2019-09-12 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Not that common, no," Luke replied a faint smile coming to his face. Of course, there were just the three of them, even if one of them refused to use the name he was born with.

"It's a big galaxy," he continued after a moment. "There's nothing really 'common' much of anywhere."
dredefulchilde: (looking up)

[personal profile] dredefulchilde 2019-09-13 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Right. Of course it is.

"It's a rather heroic-sounding name, Skywalker. Nothing like mine. Fitzthomas just means 'Son of Thomas.'"
faithfulson: (Oh hell yes!)

[personal profile] faithfulson 2019-09-14 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Luke smiled faintly at that.

"Maybe so, but people's names each carry a different weight to them," he explained softly. "Your own name declaring you the son of someone imparts certain expectations, especially if that individual was famous."

His grin broadened slightly. "It may not be heroic sounding, but it carries it's own kind of prestige."
dredefulchilde: (determined)

[personal profile] dredefulchilde 2019-09-15 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Joscelin's back stiffens, just a little. He doesn't particularly like thinking about his father. "It means that I'm a bastard. Born out of wedlock to a weak, cruel man." And that is all he'll say on the matter. Seven centuries and it's still not yet a wound fully healed.

"What kind of prestige is that?"
faithfulson: (Controlling myself...)

[personal profile] faithfulson 2019-09-17 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Luke flinched at that, regret coming to his face.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to bring up a painful subject," he apologized softly.
dredefulchilde: (frustrated)

[personal profile] dredefulchilde 2019-09-20 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Joss just shrugs. "It's not painful. My father was a greedy man. He attempted to consolidate power and ultimately paid the price for it. And then he died. It was a very long time ago."
faithfulson: (I think I'm doing the right thing)

[personal profile] faithfulson 2019-09-24 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry, regardless," Luke replied. "I spoke out of ignorance."