'Why am I here?'

It's the kind of question that most sentient creatures ask themselves at one point or another. It's near impossible to answer, except for the crew of the meatship.

They've all been told why they were there. They were refugees from worlds now gone, picked to help defend the rest of the universe from a group called that Ohm that's been destroying worlds for reasons unknown.

Though it was discovered that not everyone was brought there for such a broad reason. Some of them had a more specific, narrow, and rather twisted purpose, the ramifications of which had been bothering Leon since he found out.

He had made sure that the appropriate members of Command were informed, but the information was otherwise kept from the crew at large. Though there was at least one person outside of Command that he needed to inform.

So at the end of another busy day, he headed to Claire's quarters and knocked on her door.

Javert has been walking ever since he learned his universe no longer exists. Slow, steady steps carry him around the city, past Notre Dame, past the Precinct. The careful, measured policeman's beat helps him to think.

His world was gone. He couldn't quite wrap his head around that. His entire world. France was gone. Well, he'd never truly liked France. He had served France, yes, a royalist to the core. France had been his territory, but he felt no particular affection for it. Paris was gone. Well, that was unfortunate. Paris had become his city, and he was a possessive man. But he was dead. He had already resigned himself to these losses.

Perhaps it all was a lie, then, and perhaps this was some twisted form of afterlife. Punishment, maybe, for never being a fully and truly devout man.

His feet came to rest at the Sensoriums. He looked inside, into the filthy streets of his Paris, a rat scuttling one way and some young gamin scuttling another. In this Paris lurked Patron-Minette, every dandy around the corner was Montparnesse. This Paris was home, full of danger and purpose.

He passed it by to stand outside the Sensoriums. Now was the time to decide; would he dwell on what had been, or would he accept his duties here?

He was almost open to speaking his mind; he would at least perhaps offer more conversation to passers-by than his usual stony silence.

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their number. After the recent revelation, many of them were even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. If you would like to play out them talking to the AI, please send an email to the mods making the request--we do this only by request. Then move onto the big Newbie Meeting. Once your character has gotten the rundown from the old crew, you may start posting entrance posts and freely tagging. Here is the OOC info.]


||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.

In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.

--

( There was nothing... )

It wasn't her first choice for places to train, but Mara had the feeling she was welcome here. At least as welcome as she would be anywhere else. She wanted to be out and moving, not staring at walls and thinking. The Sensorium was too much of an escape right now. She needed to concentrate on things she could control, and that included her body and her skills.

Her lightsaber was in hand as she tried to run through the mental patterns that Luke had taught her, before she had even heard of a ship with a name and personality. It seemed a lifetime ago.

Movements slow and collected, the smuggler lifted her lightsaber with her eyes closed, fighting an enemy that only she could see. This was something she could concentrate on and lose herself in. The Jedi Temple made an appropriate backdrop, doors thrown wide open to keep her from feeling caulstrophrobic. She was already tired of being closed in. The humm of her weapon and the brush of her feet on the floor was the only sound as she continued to practice.

The past few days the Sangheili commander had been familiarizing himself with the ship and his new found surroundings, thoughts dwelling on the situation all aboard were now in, as hard to believe as such a thing was.

Now however, thoughts on such things were pressed from his mind, the tall Sangheili adorned now in his full combat harness. The scene around him was not that of the ship that he had found himself on but the large hanger bay of a covenant built cruiser, the iridescent purple deck plating beneath his boots as he strode forth toward the center of the bay.

The weight of his twin unlit energy swords familiar in his hands as he turned to face his opponents, three Jiralhanae cheiftains wielding their traditional massive gravity hammers stood as if waiting, accompanied each by a small pack of bodyguards.

"Begin," 'Vadum uttered, the Brutes seemingly snapping out of their stupor at that point, giving roars of challenge as they proceeded to charge. 'Vadum taking that moment to light his blades and activate his shields, lowering himself into a combat stance before leaping forward center chieftain.

(ooc: 'Vadum be doing a bit of training in the sensorium, feel to have anyone drop in while he's at it)

Fitz stood in the Sensoriums, gripping a cricket bat, and he just kept breaking things.

Smash

That was his flat.

Smash

The little building where they'd kept his mum.

Smash

That little pub he liked to drink at.

Smash

That was London.

Smash

Earth.

Smash

Espero.

Smash

Gallifrey.

There was no more Gallifrey. No more Doctor.

Well, that was it. He refused to believe it. There was no existence without the Doctor. The Doctor would come, and the Doctor would fix everything. The Doctor always fixed everything and where was he? He was supposed to be here. He was always supposed to be here!

Fitz threw the bat past the disappearing shards of vases, televisions, broken guitars.

A cosmos without the Doctor? Hardly bearable to think about.

Medicine was something that Dr. McNinja had worked hard at in adulthood, but his ninja skills were so deeply ingrained as to be second nature, secured by years of rigorous training. He'd been raised in an environment of constant alertness at home and at school. He could dodge and disarm most boobytraps (save his mother's) in his sleep.

Batman's tripwire and pepper spray rig was no real departure from status quo, but it LOOKED like it was, which was tricky enough to impress him.

He took a silent deep breath before creeping his way across the room, footfalls soundless by default as he made his way up to the little desk where his childhood (lifelong, really) hero was bent over a datapad.

He'd wanted to do something epic to introduce himself. Make a joke, be witty, be MEMORABLE.


Somehow, by the time he was standing close enough, all his intentions degraded down to poking his balaclava-clad head up over the other's man's shoulder and saying, "Whatcha doooin?"

Arha had agreed to meet Mara Jade where the city itself began and they were to explore, then, for a whole day. It was possibly more liberating than she wished to acknowledge, but she had to concede that it was her own self that had placed herself in this box. She stood glancing along a long, wide street and rocked back onto her heels, plotting a course in her mind. There were many places to go, maybe nooks to get into as well, but there was an interesting structure that had caught her eye a few days prior. It was a funny sort of building, really, with a tall tower attached to it.

She had wondered if it were some sort of place where a culture went to worship its dieties or perhaps something else entirely. Arha stood, searching out the building with sharp eyes. It begged an investigation if only because it was odd, so, that was where they would wind their way to, then.

Arha was decided.