illyria_rpg | Welcome to the Illyria!

Stardate 58561.8: Day One

Now that you've all got your room assignments and communicators, it's time to explore this ship. Please check out the deck plans to figure out where you're going. You can read about some of the existing crew members you might run into here.

Even those of you who may feel right at home on a spaceship will find that the Illyria is definitely a bit... different. Mostly because she's kind of a wreck right now. Whatever it was that threw the ship all the way out here to wherever we are, it really did a number on the ship itself. There's a lot of damaged areas, and several of the ship's systems have been compromised. You'll find that the replicators don't always work right (I asked for hasperat and I got pok tar!?), the turbolifts are unusually persnickety (I said bridge, not engineering!), and the environmental controls in your quarters may not do as they're told (why is it snowing in Room 4J?). Several corridors are blocked by debris, and more often than not the lights are flickering if they're on at all.

So what will you do? Help clean up the mess in the hallways? Try some bizarre alien food in the mess hall? Try and infiltrate restricted areas to get a peek at the ship's systems? Feel free to make your own top level comment, and treat this as a big mingle. Get to know your new crewmates, explore your new home, make friends or enemies, and whatever you do, don't try the gagh. If you need the captain or the first officer, please let a mod know, but try and stick to threading with your fellow new recruits!

(Don't worry about the entry tags for the moment, they will be added shortly. Before we throw ourselves into missions on alien planets, we wanted everyone to have a chance to get to know one another, so please use this opening log as an opportunity to kick off some CR with crewmates and bunk buddies, and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask a mod!)

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Bucky would have understood any and all of those behaviours, all too well. "Good on you for stepping up when it counted," he said, quiet but intense. "Too many people don't, when push comes to shove. And the ones that do, never get enough respect for it. I'm sorry you had to suffer for it as a result."

Martha smiled, though it held little warmth. "I don't know. When so few are left, they all tend to do what they can. Too many people sacrificed their lives for me, so I could escape and finish my task." Even during the recent Dalek invasion, her commanding officer had died so she could get out.

"It's a heavy weight to carry, all those lives." Bucky carried plenty of his own, though they weren't sacrifices made willingly, but rather lives he'd cut short.

"The important thing is, you carried them. You did what you had to. You made the sacrifice worth it." He shook his head. "Even if it doesn't feel like it - you - could be worth that much."

He might possibly have been talking more about himself in the last words, but they still applied. Did anyone ever feel like they were worth someone else sacrificing their life?

Martha nods. "Even so, there are plenty of days that I feel I'm giving Atlas his meal breaks."

Another sip, another grimace. "But really. This is probably not the conversation you were expecting when you ran into someone else in the mess hall."

That made Bucky crack a grin. A dark smile, but still a genuine smile. He shook his head, and when he spoke his voice was wry. "Well, this is one of the first conversations I've had in 70 years. Can't say I really remembered enough to have expectations."

He paused, and fiddled with the unappetizing remains of his 'plums'. "I thought this would be a place full of soft civilians. You know? People who wouldn't have a hope in hell of understanding me, who wouldn't want to. So far, everyone I've met seems... I dunno. Maybe like I don't have to hide to protect myself, quite so much."

Martha nods. "I don't know what the criteria was for all of the outsiders who arrived here. But I imagine to serve on a starship such as this, one would have to go through training of some sort. Perhaps whatever it was that drew us here was interested in people who could handle a setting such as this? And as such, we understand how hellacious life can be. Perhaps hiding is one of the worst things we can do."

She presses her lips together. "Still, as much as I told you, I'm not sure I need to spill my entire life story."

"I don't mind," Bucky insisted. "It's good to talk to someone who understands a little, even if it's not the same things we went through. I think I kinda forgot there were people like that out there, that I'm not completely alone."

Other than Steve, but that was... yeah, that carried its own problems. There were reasons Bucky hadn't let his old friend catch up to him while he was on the run.

Martha nods and smiles. "Even so, I need to work through my own thoughts on things before I start sharing them." She takes a final sip of her "tea," draining the cup in the process.

"And that's the end of my drink. I believe I should be going. There are more corridors to help clear. Thank you for the discussion Bucky. If you ever feel the need to talk again, or find yourself wanting company even though you're not a people person, don't hesitate to comm me."

He nodded, and didn't try to stop her from leaving this time. Before, it had seemed like she was leaving because she thought he wanted her to, and that was different.

"You, too," he told her. "If you need help, or to talk, or just something heavy lifted. I ain't going anywhere, and I guess if I'm gonna get involved again, I might as well actually do it. And, thanks. Really."

He gave her a half-serious salute, a cocky tilt to his lips that for just a moment showed an echo of the playful, outgoing man he'd once been.

Welcome to the Illyria!

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