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Cromartie Sarkissian
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Serenity Down- Prolgue:
You'll Never Take the Sky from Me
You awaken, cold, wet, tired. You have no idea how you got here, or why, or even where ‘here’ is. The earth beneath you is nothing like you’ve ever felt- it’s almost…throbbing, breathing. Thick layers of moss and mould coat everything around you, unleashing a foul, pungent odor that burns your nostrils like acid. You struggle for breath, you lungs clinging to whatever cleanliness they can, only resulting in wheezing.
Wherever this place is, it’s certainly far from being hospitable.
“Equip our guests with oxygen masks, private” A voice cries through the murk- its bitter, hardened by many ours of barking orders or shouting across warzones. The pitch is deep, coarse, yet you differentiate it as female. Whoever it belongs to mean business, without a doubt.
She speaks again, her temper slowly fading
“Now private!”
A scurrying figure runs through the smog, following the tracks cut through by the commander’s words. He’s hunched over, running almost on all fours, pressing what appears to be a suitcase close to his chest.
“Sorry Ma’am” he whimpers, his voice as weak as his figure. He is encased within a blue cacoon of a uniform, one far too big for his skeletal design. The Private’s helmet seemed to hang of his head so loosely, he could have been mistaken for a child dressing up in his father’s clothes; no wonder to pale scarecrow hadn’t been promoted yet
“My name is Private Henry Certcon, I’m a Nova in training” He turns, addressing you. “You’re probably wondering how you arrived here; believe me, all will be revealed shortly; just put on these oxygen masks, and I’ll start to explain: its hard to talk if you're not used to the fumes”
“Let’s start with the basics, shall we?” Certcon steps forward, beaconing you to follow with a single wave of his wiry hand. “You have all been taken from your respective dimensions by the Nova Corps- that’s us- to help with an investigation of sorts. It’s hard to describe; it’s best if I let the boss fill you in”
You follow Henry through to a vast clearing in the smog, an area where the foul gasses are repelled by vast, advanced air jets. All around you shine large, makeshift workbenches, each reflecting the swamp lights across the scene. Everywhere more and more workers, dressed similarly to Certcon bustle about, busying themselves with paperwork and repairs equipment. Several larger guards stand upon a mound of dirt, guarding the formidable figure who the first voice had belonged to; the Nova Prime. With a complex tablet in one arm, a short blaster in the other, the woman seemed far too busy to give any non-essential personnel the time of day; they simply were not worth her time. To her, the guards were nothing more than time wasters, more simple minded rookies who had somehow climbed the ranks of her operation without getting their hands dirty, and were thus in no better shape to defend her than she was. The moment she catches sight of you, she dismisses her entourage
“Forgive the Private’s impertinence; he lacks adequate experience in the field of diplomacy, or in any field, to be entirely honest. I am the Nova Prime, chief of what is officially known as Operation Moonhall. What I am about to tell you is of the utmost secrecy; any attempts to leak such information shall result in permanent incarceration; have I made myself clear?” She continues, without giving any such time for a response “As I am sure the Private so bluntly informed you, you have been removed from your home dimensions by some of our professionals. We believe that you may have some link, or some information regarding the crashing of the Cargo Freighter known as the ‘Serenity’ 3 weeks ago today.
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As you should already know, this ship was infamously property of some outer rim smugglers, fugitives, and borderline terrorist; under normal circumstances, the Nova Corps would have simply let this sleeping dog lie, so to say. That was, until we were met with this message”
Nova Prime presses her index finger against a large red button upon the screen in her hand, playing a short audio clip. A voice speaks out, with broken words and short breaths
“This is Captain Malcolm Reynolds…”
He stops to pant, clearly wounded or fatigued
“This is Mal…we’re going down. The Serenity…we’re losing her…Sustained too much damage…”
The clip seems to skip forward slightly, leaving a moment of static
“Calling out to…to
The Maker, Universe 1610, Coordinates 40.712N 74.0923W
“We ** *** Need* ***** *Earth**** ** *Three*** ** *** *Al***”
“There was no more information salvageable from the distress signal; but it appears as if Malcolm Reynolds wanted you for something…whether or not it is or was illegal doesn’t matter.” Tucking the tablet beneath her arm, Nova Prime ran her spider-like fingers across her cheek in contemplation "All that matters is that we get answer; and you like answers, don’t you, Mr.Richards?” A glance was thrown towards the Maker “And I have no doubts you shall wish to find out what Captain Reynold’s wanted you for, Mr.Quill, from both a human…and financial standpoint” An emotionless stare was given to the Star Lord. She had no need to address the others; Ms.Tam was already emotionally involved within the case, Cameron was in no position to say no to more answers, and Index…Well, she has special plans for index.
"In short, your very presence opens up so many routes, so many more opportunities for us to learn more about what happened to the ship…and to its crew. Thus, under Supervision, you have been granted special permission to explore the vessel, and provide your insight into the case. Perhaps you’ll discover information my men and women have missed. Feel free to take a look around my facility in the mean time, while we prepare this exposition"
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Welcome To Serenity Down!! In a brief summary, you've just woken up on the planet known as "Earth-That-Was" and have been taken into the employ of the Nova Corp. You could ask Nova Prime any questions you see fit, gather some equipment from the Armory, read up on some of the Files at the information desk or other wise snoop around before you can venture off into the fallen ship
Enjoy the game!
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Cast
@Mighty Roman
@Thuro 116 Pendragon
@CookieMonster
@LuckycoolHawk9
@T.O.M.
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@"Lost"
@Forrest
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