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bridgescribble2023-01-10 07:24 pm
Faux TDM: Forbidden Planet
You wake up on the surface of Prospero, a barren planet. You know who this place belongs to... a vision of the Prosperans lingers in your mind's eye, a cacophony of voices. People of all sizes, all types, but all apparently denizens of utopia, far more advanced than what you know. Among the throng you can distinguish a few--imploring you to save them. Imploring you to come and save them, to free them. Imploring you to record their history. Yet under it all, panicked voices, desperate... stay away. stay away.
Your eyes open.
► I. A strange new world
You can tell you're on an alien world. The sky is blue shading to black and strange moons hang in the sky above jagged, narrow mountains. Scattered trees display foliage in maroon and purple. Although it's rather quiet, you can begin to perceive that animal life exists here as well. Birdlike flying creatures twitter in the foliage, smaller buzzing things hum about if you listen carefully. Life exists, it just all seems rather... muted.
Whatever you had on you in your last clear memory before arrival is what you carry with you into this strange new world, and you can only hope that it's sufficient to deal with it. The planet isn't actively hostile, but that doesn't mean it's safe either. The birdlike creatures may be chicken-sized, but their attitude towards trespassers shows that they are likewise descendants of whatever was equivalent to "dinosaurs" here, there are unexpected little cliffs, and one or two quagmires, too. Watch your step.
A quick survey of the alien landscape shows that you aren't the only one who's been transported out of your old life. There are plenty of rocks to hide behind if you aren't feeling sure of strangers, or you could just approach and say hello.
► II. There are no Material Safety Data Sheets
Little is left of the Prosperan civilization above the surface, but a short time of exploration finds a doorway into the ground. A brief exploration reveals that this is some sort of control hub: there are consoles, dormitories for the technicians, some freeze-dried matter that is, if not appetizing, adequately nutritious.
The only difficulty is language. Although you can understand your fellow explorers perfectly well, the Prosperan written language remains stubbornly untranslated no matter how you squint at it. A few things are intuitive--hit the wrong thing and the lights go out, hit the right one and they come back. You can manually turn on the alarm! That should be fun. Unfortunately, the equipment is less intuitive. What does this box with dials and glass chambers do? Well, there's a protocol sheet next to it, and it's written in an alien language. You could get a fun mystery gas that makes you resistant to gravity! Or you could create combustion and find out there's a sprinkler system. Who knows!
Sadly, your vision of the Prosperans remains a vision only; none are turning up to help you operate this place. At the far end you find a door leading not back outside, but deeper into the planet's crust.
► III. Beneath the surface
Twenty miles in one direction, twenty miles in the other is the vast machinery of the planet. Its purpose is a mystery. You arrive there via tram, shooting through a tunnel of light to a series of platforms above what looks like an infinite number of levels... and a railing that looks inadequately high for safety for the average human along the catwalks.
Still, it is an impressive sight. And it begs the question, what is it all for?
As you traverse the complex, you can begin to make an educated guess or two. The commissary is empty of anything except long tables, but when you turn away a moment, there is a plate with whatever food you have been craving of late.
There's more, and it may seem familiar. What do you think an advanced civilization looks like? Strangely, that's what you begin to see as you traverse the abandoned complex. Maybe it's the lush colors of the Renaissance and magnificent works of art, or maybe it's silver jumpsuits and glass statues of abstract forms. The aesthetics may not line up with what the person next to you sees, but the form beneath is at least a match. It's an opportune juncture to try and get this place back into full working order. Reactivate the shuttles to the distant outreaches of the complex, open the doors leading deeper into the earth. There you discover platforms that can replicate matter. Degrading barriers before further vaults provide a surmountable challenge. Once through, you can find levers and dials to control strange machines. Try one or two, and the glow that earths in your scalp lights up something. Suddenly you can move objects with your mind--or perceive the feelings of those around you. It could be something else, powers over the air in the room or the water outside, what most would call magic.
It's only temporary. Maybe it's because the machines are so old, but your newfound abilities fade over the course of a few hours. Still, a world of new possibilities has opened to you.
► IV. Hell is empty, and all the devils are here
All is not well.
What is your greatest fear? What drives you? What do you doubt about yourself, deep within, that keeps you awake at three in the morning? It is there, taken form, and it is coming.
The nature of the monster is not readily apparent. It might not even be after you at first, but you wake up to find your room pulled about, or your creations from the day before ripped apart, or remade in a way that still feels like you--but not the part of you that you want others to see.
At night, it gets worse. The alarms are blaring. A monster is out there. Or perhaps it's worse than that, the monster is in here. At first, it can only be heard as an inhuman roar, and then you see it--a transparent form outlined in hellish light.
Is it after you, or has it set its sights on your companion? The monster could be an indiscriminate force of attack. It could have a voice, which may be worse, giving vent to your impulses, desires, fears, grievance. Time to confront your issues. Literally.
► OOC
► Treat this as you would a regular TDM: pick some prompts, write some toplevels for people to tag into, and tag around to others!
► This TDM is loosely based on the 1956 science fiction film Forbidden Planet, which is itself loosely based on The Tempest by William Shakespeare. For the purposes of adaptation to a DWRP game, I've stirred them together a bit and made up some things of my own.
Just for fun: check out the trailer for some really old sci-fi!
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Beckett Mariner | Star Trek: Lower Decks
[Oh...kay. Transported from the ship to an alien planet, accompanied by a weird vision of alien people warning her not to be in this situation.
And this isn't accompanied by a hangover or any other consequences of "had too many fun chemicals" so. On the one hand, she's in control of her faculties, on the other... probably not in control of anything else.]
Oh, good! Weird planet, cryptic warnings... probably from some dead civilization. [Getting up, she hops up onto a nearby rock and shades her eyes, looking around for any other Starfleet officers or point of civilization.] Man, it's like someone went and left this place out in the sun for a million years. I've never seen a landscape that looks so... washed-out.
II. Where's the universal translator
Oooh, abandoned lab? Now this is more like it.
[Mariner cracks her knuckles with a grin. This could be fun. And also it could give her some clues about who the Prosperans were. That bit is more important.
...Unfortunately, all of the text is stubbornly unreadable. Mariner frowns, flipping through a binder full of impenetrable symbols and weird diagrams.]
Okay, well... this looks like a computer bank, so... [She turns a dial on a control panel. Suddenly the glass orb on the top fills with bright red smoke--and before she can run, it opens and releases it into the room.] Whoa! Whoa! Dammit, where's the off button?!
[She waves her arms around, and suddenly finds them... growing? With a surprised shout, she whirls around, inadvertently smacking whoever walked in behind her. Well, now she knows it's real and not a hallucination!]
IV. Mined the mind's mines too greedily and too deep
[Mariner has been a spacefarer for too long not to trust it when all the hairs on the back of her neck go up. She can feel it, like an outright itch in her brain, that something is badly wrong.
And that suspicion is confirmed when she spots a figure--a figure that is too familiar--darting around the corner of the complex. It's in black, and it's got jagged black makeup under the eyes, but she knows the ponytail: it's her. She knows the body language: it's her.
Or rather, it isn't. Somehow, this place has taken her holodeck villain Vindicta and made her real, and that is not good.]
Psst! [Mariner hisses at you, and what is immediately noticeable besides her unhappy expression is the fact that she's clutching a big crowbar-looking thing.] Don't go that way. Something's on the loose.
Wildcard!
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That’s the main reason to go that way, in my opinion.
[ He’s cheerful and friendly, but hearing Mariner out. Poised with both of his talons on the head of his cane. As a gentleman demon from space, the oppressive and fearful atmosphere is quite comfortable. ]
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God, though, he sounds like some kind of Gentleman Adventurer from a cheesy holonovel. He looks like one.]
You want to meet a vengeance-obsessed space marauder? [She glances back around the corner.] You've got weird tastes, bud.
[shoot, Vindicta's picked up on the sound of their voices. She leaps back around the corner, brandishing a fearsome set of laser-talons. Shit, that one's new.]
Think thee to hide, pitiful Starfleet? No one escapes Vindicta!
[Mariner groans and pulls out her phaser. Ugh, this is embarrassing.]
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But when Mariner sprinkles some lore into it, he knows what must be done. When faced with a villain?
Become a hero! It's so funny! ]
Meeting is the prelude to defeating- [ He live up to his voice with his dashing tone, taking up a fencing stance with his cane, apparently undaunted. ] -though I must confess, I've never faced an evil twin before!
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[Actually, Mariner has to admit--if only to herself at the moment--that the guy at least has the right dramatic instincts for what Vindicta originally was and should have stayed, which is a movie character from an improvised holodeck program.
But the Vindicta that advances forward with a textbook Evil Laugh™ is not that. There's something wrong about her grin. Pointy teeth, that's what's wrong. The laser talons spark and shimmer.]
And who art thou supposed to be? Your presence in her life is fleeting--so why not thine actual life!
[And with that Vindicta is charging down at them both, slashing with her talons. Mariner fires her phaser, but even the highest stun setting seems to splash off Vindicta's chest.]
Crap, she's tough!
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Then I'll have to make a lifelong friend, won't I?
[ His quip towards the increasingly sinister Vindicta comes easy to him. He keeps his cool, his cane moving in a flurry of parries that send energy sparks flying everywhere. At the exact moment of the clash, the illusion of a walking aid vanishes and reveals his Sword Sinister for just a moment. He declines to use his powers for now- life is so dull if you click your fingers and get what you want. He's being pushed back, hooves clacking on the flooring as he keeps up the best defence he can. How exciting!
Still has time to incline his head towards Mariner a little- ]
To that end, what's your name, dear?
[ He can't make a friend if he doesn't know her name, can he? ]
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[Oh god, does she want this guy to be her lifelong friend? Whatever, whatever, it's just part of the act.
Vindicta, of course, laughs--a real full-throated evil chortle as she slashes and parries with her foe. The effort is nothing to her. And when Nemesis turns his cane into a sword, Vindicta makes a complicated movement with her hand. The talons vanish and become a blade of energy, a transparent center lined with deadly white light.]
Why fight for this one? A cowardly whelp, a shirker and a--
[She's cut short as Mariner goes for a tackle to shut her up. Vindicta is slammed into the wall, but not without slashing Mariner down the arm with her still-clawed hand.]
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My mate Mariner seems pretty brave and enthusiastic to me.
[ She did, after all, just tackle someone phaser-proof. He has a fairly good idea of what is going on, even without using his psychic powers- it's pretty clear that this extremely deadly doppelganger is no evil twin, but some sort of manifestation of... self-loathing, maybe? Something humans feel. ]
And I fight for everyone, for I am The Nemesis... [ He loves his introductions. As he speaks the line, he lifts off the ground, hovering with hooves pointed down. ] I am The Warlock... Holder of the Sword Sinister!
[ His sword bursts into sinister purple flames as he grips it with both hands. With a flick, he has the flames blast outwards, but it's just a flare, leaving behind a smokescreen. His real intention is to scoop Mariner up under his arm like a football and skedadle. He's gotta float if he wants to sneak, hooves are noisy. ]
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[Any further objection is curtailed by Mr. THE NEMESIS scooping her up and booking it. Part of Mariner recognizes that running for it is the only real option right now, given how powerful Vindicta is. But that doesn't mean she's happy about the indignity of it.]
--whoa whoa whoa! Not a luggage cylinder here! [and.] What's with the sword? What the hell did you just do with that?!
[behind them, Vindicta is yelling in rage, for the moment fruitlessly slashing at the smoke]
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[ While this is technically sort of barely an answer if you squint and turn your head, it also doesn't explain anything. Nemesis is okay with this.
A quick slash of the sword opens a locked door and he dips inside, swishing it shut behind him. While snatching Mariner was rough, he's very delicate when he puts her back on her feet. ]
I apologise for the abrupt absconding, but any forewarning I gave you would have given the game away.
Also, I think we were this close- [ He holds the claws of a talon up, barely not touching. ] -to death and frankly, I think we both have better things to do.
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But hey, whatever, you take help where you can find it sometimes.]
Uhhh... okay, you know, sure. I hope it's still all charged up after that blast. [Not that she can see any apparent power unit, but it's probably just subtle for the aesthetics. Once she's back on her feet, she takes a look at her arm and grimaces. It's far from the worst injury she's ever had, but she's also sure that this place doesn't have a dermal regenerator hanging around in a convenient medkit.] Damn, maybe I should have put claws on my original costume. This scar is gonna be sick.
[She's already ripping off the bottom of her uniform jacket for a makeshift bandage. But while they have this reprieve--]
So uh. Thanks, Nemesis old pal. Gotta agree with you on getting a little too close to the final final frontier out there. [something occurs to her.] You uh, didn't see anyone who looks a little too much like you out there, didja?
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[ He loves to play Warlock Holmes and approach interesting problems. He even takes a pipe out of his fancy jacket pocket, patting himself down for matches. ]
I'm inclining towards fears on the basis that the more we fought her, the more ferocious she became, and thus the more there was to fear- hence her ever-growing strength.
[ After searching for matches for a bit, he seemingly suddenly realises he doesn't need them and breathes a small flame from the grating on his neck, the same place he inserts the pipe and somehow puffs on without lips. ]
We might have to do something about the contents of your head before we both lose ours.
Ayra | Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War
[Immediately, Ayra leaps to her feet and draws her sword. That was not a dying vision, she's sure of it, and if by some mircale she really is alive, there must be enemies to fight--
--and then her mouth falls open. This isn't Jugdral. This isn't the same world as Jugdral. These Prosperans, whoever they were, were clearly beyond merely foreign.
She looks around, but whatever danger they were trying to warn of, she cannot see it with her naked eye. All she sees is a sky that's too dark, mountains that are too pale, and vegetation that's too red.]
This isn't just about how I survived... [Still with her sword out, she ventures into the strange forest.] How can this possibly be real?
III. A dramatic upgrade from swords and light sorcery
[Having found her way into the subterranean complex, Ayra thought she would find something like a dungeon or a cellar, only smoother and more metallic. She was not prepared for the sheer vastness of this place.]
Impossible.... [She ventures out a few steps onto one of the walkways, trying not to look down at the apparently infinite depths of the complex. There's a sign above the opposite entryway, and glass machines inside... as she watches, the walls shimmer and unfold into lush tapestries, beautifully tiled floors, the most sumptuous palace a swordswoman like her could imagine. Crossing over, she trails her hand over the cloth.] What sorcery is this?
Wildcard!
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So far all she sees is a rustling shrub--and what looks like grey fur. Is it an animal? Or is it a person in skins? It's hard to tell. The answer will probably lie in whether or not it answers or flees.]
If you're a person, then show yourself!
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[The sword causes whatever was following Ayra to pause and then jump, revealing herself to be a girl. One with a pair of animal ears and a fluffy striped tail.]
W-wait! Arai-san isn't an enemy! I mean no harm nanoda!
[Which is true, if anything she's just extremely curious. Her scent was strangely familiar to her, almost like it came from a human]
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--wait, are those--no, those are her real ears--which raises questions about the tail--
--well the key thing is that she looks young and terrified, not an ambusher, so Ayra relaxes her sword arm somewhat.]
You surprised me. [It's an acknowledgement, but it falls short of apology.] You called yourself Arai-san?
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Yup. Arai-san is Arai-san! I'm must be getting better at sneaking to have surprised you like that nanoda!
[And like nothing happened she goes back to sniffing the air, her sniffs getting closer to Ayra]
You smell familiar, are you a human nanoda?
Ryan Dalias | EOS 10
There's a comfort that comes with meaning to end up someplace different, even if this is farther off the beaten path than Ryan intended.
"Shit," is the first thing he manages, followed closely by him groping for the station ID badge on his wrist and pressing down the communications function. "Interface? This is Dr Ryan Dalias to EOS 10- interface- do not fuck with me interface if this is some kind of joke-"
The last part hissed into the microphone under his breath, but there's not even static. Just dead air. Fuck. Okay. Finding a suitably flat rock he sets his med bag down to go through what he has on him. It isn't bad, he was just about to do rounds. Nothing for anything dire, but plenty of basics. His medical scanner is also working even if it's in offline mode without the station to connect to.
Right. Well, he's an alliance officer and even if he's medical rather than a boots on the ground away team type this isn't his first weird planet rodeo. Packing his bag back up he shoulders it once more and approaches the first person he sees that looks like they could be of a Sentient species.
"Hello, I'm Alliance Commander Ryan Dalias of the station EOS 10, do you have any idea how we ended up here?"
II. Strange bedfellows
A mess hall is SOMETHING. After walking long enough and finding the tram and ending up here, Ryan's trying to map out the facility as best he can in order to figure out what the hell it was for and where it came from. As he continues to explore, his second sweep back to the tables shows them fully spread out with a warm bowl of french onion soup and bread - the steam is still coming off both of them.
"Ahaha, absolutely fucking no," Ryan says aloud, taking out his medical scanner to give it a go on the food that just appeared. "Yeah I've dealt with enough weird ancient civilization 'magical artifacts', I'm not falling for it."
… even if he is pretty hungry. Ugh.
III. Wildcard
[ Go ahead and hit him up first. EOS 10 is a podcast best described as Scrubs meets Babylon 5. I'm taking Ryan from the end of the most recent season, and I'll match format. ]
Hubert Oswell ⚔️ Tales of Graces f
1 ➸ well it ain't no JRPG Mars
[Well, Prospero certainly looks to be more intact than the other barren planet that Hubert is familiar with. That doesn't make the situation any less worrisome for Hubert, however, especially since he seems to have also lost his companions.]
Asbel? Sophie? Cheria? ...Pascal?
[If no one responds to Hubert at this point, he'll cautiously approach anyone who seems like a normal enough human at a distance to interrogate them for details.]
Excuse me. Do you have any idea what just happened?
[Thanks to the visions and voices, he at least doesn't have to wonder about where he is, technically speaking. Assuming that he isn't being lied to in that regard, anyway, which is always a possibility but there's no reason to doubt it at the moment. Best to just focus on more immediate matters.
At some point or another, he'll set off in search of anyone he knows. He fortunately still has his dualblades on him, so he should be decently set to meet any threat that might arise. (Hopefully.) If your character needs a helping bullet or two to fend off hostile creatures, Hubert can step in.]
2 ➸ my girlfriend is a genius but only one of these things is true
[Against his better judgement, but without any better options, Hubert lets the warbling voices and fractured visions guide him through this alien world. This is how he discovers the entrance to the underground control hub, and this is why he's staring in consternation at a hulking contraption that looks to be composed of only braided copper wires and glass bulbs of varying sizes. It comes off more like a fancy non-functional sculpture.]
How in the world is this supposed to power anything?
[His understanding at the moment is that this is supposed to be what will bring the archives back online for him to learn...something important about what happened to the Prosperans. A pang of foreign recognition had helped him identify both the control panel for the device and the manual for operating it, but of course the cursed manual is completely illegible to his eyes and there are nowhere near enough diagrams to figure this out. He supposes, however, he should be thankful that there are any diagrams at all.
Now more than ever, he's missing Pascal. She'd be able to make heads and tails of this, for sure. Even if her knowledge of technology and machinery is derived from Amarcian examples, she has enough of a knack with that sort of thing in general that Hubert is sure she could suss something out by pure instinct. He's not completely helpless with mechanical engineering, but Pascal is a different class entirely.
But, well, she's not here.** It's only Hubert, and your character, and that'll have to be it.
So. Is your character also on this specific quest with him? Or are they just pointing and laughing at his predicament? Or maybe they're creeping on him from the shadows...
**Unless she is here, in which case Hubert is immensely grateful for her presence even if the mystery of the Prosperans proves to be too much even for her eccentric geniusitude.]
3 ➸ choose your own adventure
[Just like some of the books that Hubert likes reading!]
2
She soon realizes that she isn't the only one giving this place an intense and intensely puzzled stare. But this fellow sounds like he might have a level of knowledge greater than her own.]
What do you mean, power it? [She looks at the complex braids of wires and reaches out to tap a glass bell.] If it's magic, surely it needs a caster.
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As I understand it, this device is supposed to be what will activate the Prosperan archives in this place. Being that it's Prosperan technology, I would assume it runs on a local power source.
[So far the visions he's seen don't show exactly what kind of power source it might be. There's clearly something somewhere in this underground hub, though, since there are lights and a couple of ventilation fans running. The problem is how to get this device to tap into whatever that is.]
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So you saw them too. [Ayra frowns again at the equipment. She isn't sure how archives would be activated, surely a book or a scroll doesn't need any special source of power? Unless it's been obscured in some way.] Do you really believe that you should be digging up their secrets?
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[He's genuinely curious, but he sounds skeptical.]
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[It stings a little to admit. The heirs of her house live by the sword and have always taken pride in doing so. Still, she understands how geometry can transform a pile of stone into a stalwart fortress even if she couldn't make the calculations herself. Prospero, however, is as far above her world as her world is above clubs and bearskins.
On the other hand, he has a point. Even if they release something dreadful, she still has her sword--and she's never been one to give up at the first difficulty.]
A power source should be something conspicuous... but simple. [Just as a watermill has its wheel and a windmill has its sails--hard to miss, yet easy to understand. She pokes around the console's margins, inspecting its sides and running her hands lightly over it until she locates what feels like a lever and pulls it.
Something goes thunk, and the glass bulbs begin to glow. Ayra hastily takes a step back.] That did something.
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The initial simultaneous glow of the bulbs soon breaks up into intermittent, seemingly random flashing. Some bulbs change colors here and there, though the emitted light is predominantly pale yellow. A low hum has begun to pulse through the device's braided copper wires.
...Hubert pauses in his reading.]
We may need to get the lights to match one of these patterns somehow.
[He turns the manual around to show Ayra two pages featuring multiple simplified diagrams of the device that show different color configurations for the bulbs. The accompanying text captions for each are, of course, entirely incomprehensible.
However, three of those captions are rendered in bright red. Presumably that makes them important, but why?]
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...Hm. [She leans down to get a closer look at the pages Hubert is showing her. She also notes the ones that are outlined in red. Encouragement, or a warning?
They know the power switch. They can shut it down if it becomes a problem.] If these buttons control the light pattern...
[She looks from the diagrams to the control panel, studying them carefully. Then she presses four buttons. The bulbs change color almost at once--to one of the patterns captioned in red.
On the other side of the room, a white pad lights up, and something appears. It's a small humanoid figure, looking (to Ayra) like a very well-to-do mage--silk robes and flowing sleeves, and a strangely fearful expression on his tiny face.]
Ah! There's... something?
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An illusion of a Prosperan, it seems.
[And thus, if his experience with Amarcian technology is anything to go by, completely harmless. But this is Prospero, not Fodra, and so who knows what this illusion might be capable of?]
Solidus Snake | Metal Gear Solid
[A man wearing a long black cloak over his armour surveys the alien landscape. Face half-hidden behind a high collar, he surveys the multicoloured plants, the multiple moons, the unearthly life. And he pronounces his verdict in a harsh voice:]
Damn the Patriots!
III - Underground Powers
[Standing in one of the vaulted control rooms, the cloaked figure experiments with the glowing power in his scalp. A strange curved monitor in front of him shows one of the lakes outside. At his unspoken command, the entire water content of the lake simply lift twenty feet into the air, hover there a moment, then splash back down.
The man laughs, harshly.]
Impressive technology. Perhaps this place could become the new foundation of ‘Outer Heaven.’
IV - Monsters from the Mind
[Solidus will not hide.
After the third set of alarms and the fourth act of sabotage against what he’s creating with the planetary machinery, he stalks out of the complex and back onto Prospero’s surface, intent on a confrontation.
The entity that awaits him is… nothing. A humanoid silhouette vaguely matching his own dimensions, wreathed in that strange red light, with features of pure void. It’s as though some terrible power took a pair of scissors and cut a moving Solidus-shaped hole in the universe.
Solidus sneers at it.]
Just as I thought. I’m grateful for this opportunity. Now I can send you to Hell where you belong!
Chief Miles O’Brien | Star Trek
[Miles has been stranded enough times on enough hostile worlds to take the subconscious message in his mind to heart. He immediately knows that he has to get off this planet before something terrible happens.
Unfortunately, that’s easier said than done. Partly because he has no transporter or starship handy, and partly because he’s stumbled into one of those quagmires that are about, and is already up to his knees in alien mud.]
Uh. Little help? Hello? Anyone?
II - Exploratory Scans
[The damned universal translator never works when you really need it to, does it. Without being able to read the instructions, Miles is taking careful readings of the alien machinery with his tricorder - a small fold-out gadget in his hand emanating a trilling noise with blinking lights, versatile enough to put a smartphone to shame.]
Hold on… Almost got it…
[An alarm starts to blare, keening through the air, making Miles wince.]
Oh, come on!
III - No OSHA in Space
[A hollowed-out planet. Machinery of a vanished civilization, built on a titanic scale to achieve incredible feats. A mega-engineering feat beyond Starfleet’s greatest starbases.
Miles is appalled.]
They spent all this time digging out all this space, but couldn’t be asked to put a decent railing in? Well, maybe that’s why this place is abandoned! Everyone kept falling off the damned walkways!