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Sobek the Immortal [Closed]
Planet Designation: Kalimba
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Unknown
Sentient Life: Ruins and step pyramids suggest the presence of intelligent life at some point. Currently: Unknown.
Water: 70.2% of the planet's surface. Heavy rainfall/monsoons.
Climate: Earth-like.
Landscape: Primarily jungle and swamp, some plains, severe arctic conditions in northern and southern poles.
Air: Type I (breathable)
Sky: Blue-green.
Warnings: Medium to high levels of megafauna. Watch your step. Conditions in the atmosphere make several forms of orbital scans and equipment unreliable.
Mission: Archaeological investigation of step pyramids and ruins, investigate for signs of source of abnormal energy signature in target area.
The first thing the group would notice was that Kalimba's air was humid and heavy, with a light breeze. The morning had long since burned off most of the mist, and in the distance, clouds lazily drifted onwards towards the horizon. The typhoon season was a long ways off.
The undergrowth was tangled and dense, seemingly impassable in places. Vibrant flowers and vines took up residence where some of the tree cover faltered. With limited sunlight available, it was every plant for themselves. Disturbed by the archaeology group, "birds", each easily half the size of a person and more salamander than avian suddenly took to the air in a flash of brilliantly colored wings. They were gone almost instantly, slicing through the air and leaving only the ear-splitting shriek behind.
The hill sloped down. The cover of trees broke as they came out onto the stone remains of path that must have once been heavily used. Now, just like everywhere else, massive roots and tanglers tore at the ground, slowly swallowing any signs of civilization back within itself. There were trees of all shapes and sizes as far as the eye could see, a rolling wave of jungle and rainforest. Tan and dirty gray step pyramids, all more massive than those found on Earth, and the occasional obelisk rose through the canopy cover like claws, dotting the landscape.
Stac's scans indicated much of the planet was covered in these structures, with the largest in this location. Aside from the archaeological mission, her scans also indicated the presence of an abnormal power that may be of interest.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Unknown
Sentient Life: Ruins and step pyramids suggest the presence of intelligent life at some point. Currently: Unknown.
Water: 70.2% of the planet's surface. Heavy rainfall/monsoons.
Climate: Earth-like.
Landscape: Primarily jungle and swamp, some plains, severe arctic conditions in northern and southern poles.
Air: Type I (breathable)
Sky: Blue-green.
Warnings: Medium to high levels of megafauna. Watch your step. Conditions in the atmosphere make several forms of orbital scans and equipment unreliable.
Mission: Archaeological investigation of step pyramids and ruins, investigate for signs of source of abnormal energy signature in target area.
The first thing the group would notice was that Kalimba's air was humid and heavy, with a light breeze. The morning had long since burned off most of the mist, and in the distance, clouds lazily drifted onwards towards the horizon. The typhoon season was a long ways off.
The undergrowth was tangled and dense, seemingly impassable in places. Vibrant flowers and vines took up residence where some of the tree cover faltered. With limited sunlight available, it was every plant for themselves. Disturbed by the archaeology group, "birds", each easily half the size of a person and more salamander than avian suddenly took to the air in a flash of brilliantly colored wings. They were gone almost instantly, slicing through the air and leaving only the ear-splitting shriek behind.
The hill sloped down. The cover of trees broke as they came out onto the stone remains of path that must have once been heavily used. Now, just like everywhere else, massive roots and tanglers tore at the ground, slowly swallowing any signs of civilization back within itself. There were trees of all shapes and sizes as far as the eye could see, a rolling wave of jungle and rainforest. Tan and dirty gray step pyramids, all more massive than those found on Earth, and the occasional obelisk rose through the canopy cover like claws, dotting the landscape.
Stac's scans indicated much of the planet was covered in these structures, with the largest in this location. Aside from the archaeological mission, her scans also indicated the presence of an abnormal power that may be of interest.
Re: Jailhouse Blues: Eva and Eleven
She pauses as the Doctor asks her. No, no, she wants to say. She doesn't want more people in her head. She has to remind herself every single day that it's only her in there, that the flashes of memory are from other people's lives and not hers. She doesn't want to add his into the mush.
She wants to say no.
She places her hand over his on her face, once again solidifying that bond. Her breath is shallow and shaky. He couldn't possibly know how much this scares her, how much this last week has been seeking to break her down in every way, body and soul. And now he's asking her to make this sacrifice.
"I trust you," she says. It's the closest he'll get to 'yes'.
Re: Jailhouse Blues: Eva and Eleven
He steps further into her mind. He doesn’t communicate exactly through words. Telepathy isn’t always like that and for his purposes, it’s best it isn’t; Eva instead gets impressions, pieces of ideas and plans, a few emotions, a few images and sights and smells and sounds. Together it suggests to her a general idea what he wants her to do. Not quite a spy. A spy involves having someone Sobek trusts and he’s only intrigued by Eva Salazar. Trust is another thing entirely. But he needs to know about the tech here, what they can use, what they can build. He doesn’t want to show her just how destructive jiggery-pokery and twiddling actually are, that the reality of it is so much different than shark-proofing a sonic screwdriver. That given the right wires you can burn planets and stop Time itself.
Help me help the others.
I’ll leave hints. Hunches. You’ll sort it out when we’re ready.
Thankfully he’s better at keeping himself bleeding into Eva compared to his clone. The selfish part of him rather likes the idea of Eva thinking he’s just that funny old Doctor, the alien she’d fought libraries with. Showing her the real him isn’t something he’s prepared to do, even with their lives at stake. Not yet, anyway. His psychic touch only lasts a few long seconds before he drops his hand from her cheek, breaking the link as they lose contact in the dark.
“Good! Trust, good thing, trust,” the Doctor says, as if there wasn’t a break in the conversation. He lets her recover from whatever disorientation she might feel.
Re: Jailhouse Blues: Eva and Eleven
She can't help but give out a low little groan when he's done. Her hand comes up to her head, as if she's just been stricken there, but she can't afford to look or sound as if something's just happened. She straightens her back - an incredibly painful maneuver - and brushes strings of unkempt hair from her face.
"You should be flattered. Trust isn't something I hand out like lollipops, you know," she says, and grins a lopsided, warped grin in the dark. The dim light catches her teeth, chipped and splintered as they are. "It's not like a pie I leave on the windowsill to cool."
She needs information. She'll have it. She will find a way to get it, and little does the Doctor know but he's chosen the perfect person for this. Eva spent years locked in her head, where her only method of defense was to observe everything in anticipation of the day when she could fight back.
She's so much less than she was and yet...
She reaches her hand down to squeeze his wrist again, a silent thank you for having a purpose, at least.