Post by (Inactive) Zephiris on Mar 19, 2011 10:25:25 GMT -4
Location: Space Between the Worlds
(( After much hard work and decision making, the ship from Traverse Town has taken off and reunited with those from Radiant Garden and Twilight Town. On board are both canons and OCs ready to explore the legendary world of Atlantis. A variety of standard and custom gummi ships have also been stored in the cargo area.
This thread the main hub for the Traverse crew. However, travel between any of three ships is both possible and encouraged. Feel free to have your character take one of the transport pods to another thread to meet the other adventurers.
After a bit of time to rest and get characters settled, the next stage of the expedition shall begin.
Note: it can be assumed that at this point, all OCs have been informed about the surface 'nature' of this expedition. I.e, they're off to find the lost world. ))
With a deep inhale, the blonde couldn't help, but smile with pride as her knuckles rest on her hips as she strutted through the complete new Ulysses. Looking out the large windows, she can see the countless stars and stardust. This was a large leap for man and the Withmore campaign. Even with some of the lives gone, they still moved on; their strive and death wasn't in vain as the crew continued on and revived itself like a fallen phoenix.
The construction was a bit rocky when it came to finding materials, but they still made through it. The take off was smooth as any drive, well for her atleast. She wasn't aware of the others travels, but in the end, it truly didn't mattered, because they were all here. Heading towards the wheel she couldn't help, but to sigh; the sooner they get to Atlantis the better, "Mm it's good to be back on track."
Still a second-in-command's work is never finished since she had to communicate with the other ships. Her mouth opened to call for Wilhemina, but that old coot was in an entire different ship. "No where's that radio?"
Sophia was in a daze. Not long ago she was in her own little world, accepting death. Now here she was in a ship hurdling through space towards a lost world. She couldn't help but think how amazing it was.
She was walking through the hallway when she felt she was going to have a breakdown. Couldn't help herself. With her eyes toward a window she stared out into the space. All the stars. What was the truth behind them? Was there a world, and people, and millions and millions of problems for every star. Her life was a small portion of a bigger force on her world. That force was just a small portion of her world. Her world was a tiny speck in the overall scheme of things.
In reality, all she really knew was her world. But here she was, in space. They had just taken off it felt.
She couldn't handle it anymore and sat down, taking her journal out. She flipped through the pages, flipping through the pages of her mind. She then pulled out her pen and started to write. Getting lost in the deep depths of her mind.
After writing one paragraph it felt like she was writing forever. She couldn't help but over think this. It was likely she was just tired, but could it possibly be a time paradox? Was her mind's time different from this time? Was there a day and a night in this space? What about other worlds? Are they under a synchronized time? Do they even measure time the same?
The questions were putting her mind in overdrive as she wrote. She was jumping from thought to thought. More questions than answers were resulting. Trying to keep up with her thinking her hands were being exhausted. And the paper being beaten with the scars of the tip of the pen.
She came to a sudden stop. Something interrupted her train of thought. A simple thought. She needed to make acquaintanceships. These were new adventures, in new places. She couldn't just jump straight into it, with no one to help her but her journal. Her own thoughts in physical form. That would be no help in a real fix.
Glancing over her book she realized that her writings turned turned sloppier and sloppier. By the time they reached their end, the weren't even thoughts anymore, but scribbles of a child. She felt the same too. Not the scribbles, but a child who would just scribble on paper. That's what she was in this place. A child, ignorant to everything.
Finally she stood and started walking aimlessly hoping to find someone to talk to, and make allies. As she came into a room she saw the captain, and heard of her search for the radio.
Glancing around the room she saw something that looked like what her world would call a radio. Quickly grabbing at it, she handed it to the captain of the vessel.
"Here it is. I think." she said as she put her arm out with the receiver in hand for the captain to grab. She couldn't be sure, but it certainly looked similar to the radios they had back home.
"Amazing. Simply amazing." Ari stared out a window. The stars... There were so many, all shedding their light on this impossibility. He was sailing the stars. This was something only dreamed about on his own world. The magicians had yet to even plan for something such as this. There were so many stars! He couldn't wrap his mind around this. He couldn't pick out a single constelation, though he had training in the field. That meant that he was far removed from his home. "Miss Sinclair, this world we are traveling to, I have some more questions. How much do you know about it?"
Suddenly, the radio that now rested in Lieutenant Sinclar's hand started buzzing. It seemed as if something or someone was trying to visit its frequency or perhaps it was just an attempt from one of the other ships to communicate with Traverse Town's crew. Finally, after a suspenseful moment or two, words could be heard.
Post by (Inactive) Ellie who has 0% on Mar 22, 2011 11:02:45 GMT -4
Helga looked around hearing someone speak up. A brow quirked up as she saw a young woman not far from her age probably handing her the radio, "Yes it is, thank-you."
The militant replied curtly taking the radio and turned it on; she began tuning it to find the right frequency. The blasted thing jumped in her hand with a buzz. She pushed the button to hear the voice behind it and lifted a finger to the talking Ari cutting him off.
"Yes Audrey, read you loud and clear. I take it everything ran smoothly for you. How are your numbers?"
Post by lucaspalmeirense on Mar 23, 2011 12:22:41 GMT -4
So, Axel rose from the bed he was resting. That had been quite a trip. It was his first time in a Gummi Ship, and he can already tell that transport via Star Shard is way better. Still, he was enjoying it, and trying to get friends with whoever he could. The blue Hero indeed tried, but wasn't able to find that Wolf Knight again....
"I Hope he is alright" - The Hero tought to himself.
But, hey, the Shark was on a expedition to find a new world! How great was THAT? The boy was quite excited about it.
And he looked trough the ship. MAYBE there was something cool to look. While he observed the main ship, he tought how well his custom Gummi was going in the Cargo...
(The next paragraph I'm not really sure if I CAN do it. So, if the place Helga is right now is locked or private, just ignore it.)
The hero headed to a room, where voices could be heard. Entering it, there was Helga Sinclair, along with other people.
- Oh, hi miss Helga. - Said the Shark, remembering the desperate struggle for their lives and the crew's on Traverse Town. He looked arround. Those would be his companions. It would be nice to have a friendly relationship.
Milo Thatch entered the bridge through one of the bulkhead doors as he gazed around the new ship. He was still amazed that it was working and holding together. But most of all excited that they continued on their quest to discover the lost civilization of Atlantis. The ship was not as impressive as the lost Ulysses but still remarkable.
Mercator Meanwhile at a corner of the bridge. The old man who joined up in Traverse Town under the name of Mercator was present. Sitting at the navigation station where he was busy bend over lots of maps and dotting out a course. The star maps where of his own making and with a ruler and a bow pencil. A star map indicating the asteroïd field they encountered earlier was also present. A map that displayed this field in great detail.
Meanwhile, back on Traverse Town...
High up on a flat rooftop, a lone knight looked up into the starlit sky to see the one twinkling light that he knew wasn't a world. From his observation spot he witnessed the ship take off and rise up into the black above. Until nothing more could be seen then a tiny dot of light from the engines. Sir Lucas stood there staring and then folded his hands together in front of him. Bowing his head as he recited a prayer for the crew. For all those on board and in particular for Mikhail, Maxwell and Jack. His fellow Guardians. His words and thoughts traveling along with them.
"O Almighty and merciful Lunar Goddess, who hast commissioned Thy wolves to guide and protect them, command them to be their assiduous companions from their setting out until their return; to clothe them with their invisible protection; to keep from them all danger of collision, of fire, of explosion, of fall and bruises, and finally, having preserved them from all evil, and especially from sin, to guide them to their heavenly home."
Post by (Inactive) Ellie who has 0% on Mar 24, 2011 13:55:02 GMT -4
Rolling her eyes, Helga covered the radio for a moment before turning towards the crew that had...surrounded her. "If you don't mind I'm having an important conversation with the other ships of this fleet. So if you please, be silent and save your questions. In the meantime, there's a bulletin that tells your bunker number and your roommate, and yes you do have your roommates."
"There's an intercom system which will alert and notify you of any news such as...dinner. Be glad Cookie isn't on board," the captain's stomach churned at the thought of eating lard...and slop...and lard. She turned her attention back to the radio, "I'm back; so who from the original crew do you still have? I have Milo and Mole."
Sophia stood patiently awaiting for the radio conversation to end before the started asking questions and talking. Having had her own fair share of disrespectful talkers in the past, she knew what it felt like. Her efforts to stay quiet seemed useless though, due to the fact that not everyone in the room seemed to have known of this common mannerism. She couldn't help but laugh, it seemed instinctive, and the she wondered if she was laughing at irony or at the people. Just something to think about while she waited.
"In the meantime, there's a bulletin that tells your bunker number and your roommate, and yes you do have your roommates."
As soon as she heard this her soft laughter came to a halt. She would have to room with these people? She didn't know a single one of them, and based on first impressions, that seemed slightly rude. However, this would be an excellent opportunity to make herself some acquaintanceship to help out in the future and learning of new worlds.
As she realized the conversation might be longer then expected. She made her way towards the bulletin board. As she came to passing the two others however, she changed her mind and decided to introduce herself.
"Hey, I'm Sophia"
She said softly, so the two in front of her could hear without an issue, but the captain would easily be able to tune her out. She offered a hand in greeting and a gentle smile.
Post by lucaspalmeirense on Mar 27, 2011 10:26:05 GMT -4
"Aye Aye" Said the Hero of Twillight Town, heading for the Boulletin Board. Mrs. Sinclair obvously didn't wanted to be bothered. He headed for the Boulletin Board, to check on his room - and... roomates? Well, that have to be checked.
He arrived in the Board as a girl speaked her name.
"You can call me Shark" Said the masked hero. The girl was unnable to see his face. Axel looked into the board...
Saxen had heard that there were a few people on the ship departing from Traverse Town that he would be interested in. He had picked up a couple of names and a description. One name that had gotten his interest was that of Mikhail. He wanted to see if it was the same man as the leader of the Guardians. The other person that caught his ear was one by the name of Milo Thatch. Apparently, Milo was the guy whose brain was behind this whole thing. Saxen wanted to find Milo and actually have an intelligent conversation about something other than weapons and war. So, with this mission in mind, Saxen took his ship over to the other ship.
When Saxen went from the docking bay up to the command deck, he saw three guys, a girl, and a woman on a radio. The one on the radio looked like she was in charge, one of the guys had some rather large glasses, and one of the other ones was wearing some sort of costume. Saxen stepped into the room somewhat awkwardly and, scratching the back of his head and smiling like someone who wasn't quite sure where they were suppose to be, said, "Hey. . . I'm looking for Milo Thatch. . . Do any of y'all know where he might be?"