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Milal Tan'kun Corasuul (Homeworld/Neon Genesis Evangelion Quest)

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Milal Tan'kun Corasuul
A Neon Genesis Evangelion/Homeworld Quest

100 years ago, a satellite...
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    Milal Tan'kun Corasuul
    A Neon Genesis Evangelion/Homeworld Quest

    100 years ago, a satellite detected an object under the sands of the Great Desert. An expedition was sent - and its discovery was one none could have expected.

    An ancient city, buried in the sand.

    Deep inside the ruin were discoveries that would change the course of our history forever:

    A war machine, one which could overcome all the weapons of the Kiiths.

    A derelict starship, at its core an engine with the power to leap many star systems in a single bound.

    A single stone, etched with a galactic map and a single word more ancient than the clans themselves:

    Hiigara. Our home.

    The clans were united and a massive colony ship was designed. Construction would take 60 years. It would demand new technologies, new industries and new sacrifices.

    Among the greatest of these was made by the scientist Karan Sjet, who had herself permanently integrated into the colony ship as its living core. She is now Fleet Command.

    The promise of the Homrworld united the entire population. Every mind became focused on the true origin of our people... every effort on the construction of the ship that would seek it out among the stars.

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    If you strain against the restraints of the acceleration seat, you can see Kharak out the corner of the shuttle's small window. And it's not like you won't have a better time to see it later, or that you haven't dreamt all your life of the Homeworld, away from Kharak's biting storms and overcrowded city-fortresses, but you look anyway. Funny, from the processing cities on the Scaffold it had looked like an ugly, smeary blob, but from here it looks like beautiful almost - luckily, a burst of motion as the ship spins around for its final approach replaces the view with a kilometer of blue paint, until that's replaced the vast expanse of the hangar bay.

    Rubbing your neck, you step out into the bright lights of the intake bridge. A guard directs you to the line where most of the few hundred people aboard the shuttle were already standing. Though the lobby is filled, the lines move fast - between the checks before entring the shuttle and practice from processing tens of thousands of others, the staff are fast enough to get you to the end of the hall before you're tired of reading the ship maps and PSAs plastered on the walls.

    A young man, looks pretty Paktu, tells you to put your hand on a scanner. You do so. "Name?"

    [ ] Name: Write-in. (Your last name is the name of your kiith)

    "Occupation?" He glances at a screen; sure enough, you match the picture.

    [ ] Appearance/Description: Write-in

    "Ground vehicle operator." You're not, really, but Haim had said that since the Koiyasuul pilots didn't really have military rank they'd listed you as that, and saying that he was a fighter pilot had gotten him held up until they'd gotten a hold of the Commander and gotten her confirmation.

    "Alright, you're quartering in section ܒ݁ܬ݁-15. There are no reporting orders for you. Any questions?" He holds out a data cable, so you can put the map location into a computer. You plug it into your shoulder instead, and watch his reaction.

    Yes. "No, thanks." Your quarters are in the hangarside section reserved for small-craft crew after all. Had the Commander made something happen after all? Picking up your bag from the checking line, you step through and discover that the hallway does not in fact end anywhere you can see.

    A few train rides later, you're at your quarters. It's a common room with twelve half-height bunkers coming off it, but less than half are taken, and you recognise some of the stuff laying around - looks like the squad's going to be the only ones here.

    Looking around, you notice a message on the display board - the Commander wants everyone to meet in the block mess in a bit over an hour, for a briefing. Well, that leaves you with some time to kill. What to do?

    [ ]Head to the mess early. You could use a good meal, and it would be nice to talk to people, maybe find out what's going on around here.
    [ ]Find an observation deck. It would probably be good to see Kharak while you still can; after the hyperspace trials there'll be only a week or so here, and who knows how busy you'll be.
    [ ]Find the Koiya Since you're all quartered next to the hangar bay, it can't be that hard to find where your units are stored and check it out - you haven't seen yours since the space trials a month ago, and it's been modified since then.
    [ ]Explore the area. There are maps everywhere, including within your cybernetics, but it can't hurt to familiarise yourself with the place you'll be spending the next several months.
    [ ]Stay here and relax. The transfer from Scaffold time to shipboard watches will probably be rough, so might as well get ahead while you can. You could see if anyone else is here, too, maybe meet some of the pilots you don't know.


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    This is a quest in which you take the place of a Koiyasuul (basically like an Evangelion, but vaguely middle-eastern, blocky, and blue.) pilot who's going with the Mothership. In terms of plot, it has a lot more in common with Homeworld, so familiarity with that will be good, but I'm trying to incorporate enough exposition that people who don't know either series will be able to participate. Feel free to ask questions if things aren't clear.​
     
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    • [X] Name: Shepard Kiith Soban
    [X] Description: Mercenary Captain
    [X]Head to the mess early

    I have no idea what I am doing.
     
    You're a pilot of an Koiyasuul, which is like an Evangelion but vaguely middle-eastern. Description was meant as more of physical appearence/sex/any particularly major mannerisms. Guess the OP'll need some more clarification.
     
    [X] Name: Asyia S'jet
    [X] Description: Dusky skin, middle height, dark hair and eyes, slim body. Pretty much the average Kushan woman. In her early 20s.
    [x] Find an observation deck

    Bonding with the mothership and controlling an eva must have a few things in common, so S'jet would probably be well represented.
     
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    [x] Name: Asyia S'jet
    [x] Description: Dusky skin, middle height, dark hair and eyes, slim body. Pretty much the average Kushan woman. In her early 20s.
    [x] Find an observation deck

    Works for me. S'jet have already demonstrated a willingness to solve problems via human interaction. And by that I mean 'plug me in and let's see what happens' rather than 'why don't we talk about this like reasonable people'.
     
    [x] Name: Asyia S'jet
    [x] Description: Dusky skin, middle height, dark hair and eyes, slim body. Pretty much the average Kushan woman. In her early 20s.
    [x] Find an observation deck
     
    [x] Name: Teigor Somtaaw
    [x] Description: William Adama in his mid-twenties at the time of the Homeworld War, William Adama in his early 40s as of the Beast War.
    [x] Find an observation deck.

    Why wouldn't we be the future Kuun-Lann Fleet Command?
     
    kellanved said:
    [X] Name: Asyia S'jet
    [X] Description: Dusky skin, middle height, dark hair and eyes, slim body. Pretty much the average Kushan woman. In her early 20s.
    [x] Find an observation deck

    Bonding with the mothership and controlling an eva must have a few things in common, so S'jet would probably be well represented.
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    They do; the technology used is exactly the same, except that pilots are plugged into implants at the base of a limb, whereas Karan is permanently wired in along the spine. S'jets don't have any special affinity for it, though, except for leading in and owning a lot of the information and computing industries.

    There are a few smaller one-way interfaces, notably in the ears and ocular nerves; those are what you used to look at the ship map, through a program on your phone-analogue connected to the implants. It's not a widespread technology, only used in the few-dozen Koiya pilots or rich transkushaniists.

    Next update should be in a day or a bit more.
     
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    [X] Name: Asyia S'jet
    [X] Description: Dusky skin, middle height, dark hair and eyes, slim body. Pretty much the average Kushan woman. In her early 20s.
    [x] Find an observation deck

    why not we're probably one of the first to pilot a Koiya so lets be part of a family that has had success with being linked with a giant war machine.
     
    [X] Name: Asyia S'jet
    [X] Description: Dusky skin, middle height, dark hair and eyes, slim body. Pretty much the average Kushan woman. In her early 20s.
    [x] Find an observation deck
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    You pick a bunker and drop your bag in it; it's basically a half-height closet with a bed and a shelf, better than what you were expecting on a starship - though, it can't make that much of a difference on a 19-kilometer long ship. Ducking out, you leave the quarters, bringing up the ship map on your implants. It looks like the nearest observation deck is pretty close, just a short train ride fore and a few levels down from there.

    It turns out to be a wide sort of boulevard, a full level high, curving along the front edge of the ship. High windows make up about half of the outer wall, and armored pressure doors stand ready to slam over the entrances. You can see the front of the Scaffold from where you are, and a few tugs dragging asteroids along, but where Kharak should be there's just a mass of people. It seems the observation deck's popular today.

    You start moving right, trying to get a view, but before long a young woman going the other way falls in beside you. She's wearing the same Support Staff uniform as you, a hole cut into the shoulder revealing metal and plastic panels. Also, her hair's dyed green on one side. Probably not Mothership crew.

    "Are you Asyia S'Jet?" She extends her hand to shake.

    "Uhh..."

    [ ] Yes. Not sure if you know her, but she'll presumably explain herself.
    [ ] Do I know you? You definitely don't know her, and would be interested in how she knows you.
    [ ] You're another Koiya pilot? The implants give it away even if the uniform didn't.
    [ ] Something else?
     
    [x] Yes. Not sure if you know her, but she'll presumably explain herself.

    If she's obviously a Koiya pilot there's no need to ask that. She probably checked the other pilots' files and recognized our picture.
     
    [X] You're another Koiya pilot? The implants give it away even if the uniform didn't.
     
    [X] You're another Koiya pilot? The implants give it away even if the uniform didn't.
     
    [X] You're another Koiya pilot? The implants give it away even if the uniform didn't.
     
    [X] You're another Koiya pilot?

    "I am. You're another Koiya pilot?" You take her hand and shake.

    "Yeah, Bez Magann. Nice to meet you."

    You definitely don't know her. "Were you in the Planetary Command squadron?"

    "No, me and Arahin were with the Nabaal army." That explains why you haven't met - they've maintained their own Koiya force ever since the war, since they build them anyway - but...

    "They let a Magann do something like that?" You start walking again, and Bez falls in beside you.

    It turns out that Kiithid Magann and Nabaal have a lot closer relationship than you had known - while everyone knew they were allies, it was in the Magann factories that most of the technology going into their space program and the cryotrays - Rei Magann had been the head of the cryosleep development team.

    Not Koiya production, though - that's apperantly too secret even for the Maganns to know. Well, that or Bez is less well-connected than she thinks she is, which wouldn't surprise you either.

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    From here you can see the nightside of Kharak, cities and farms of the poles making bright shapes behind the clear lines of the sandwalls. Above the Great Desert, though, there's nothing but points of light, the satellites and spaceships and desert outposts that let the Kushan civilisation expand and thrive. And that, as the deserts continue their advance, will be all that's left in mere centuries. The Homeworld mission is a matter of more than the return home; it's the survival of civilisation as you know it.

    Maybe coming to see it wasn't as bad an idea as you had thought.

    Bez looks over at you. "So, you've heard about my life... why did you come out here?"

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    [ ] I got a chance, and I didn't want to sit at home and just run parades until the Mothership came back for us.
    [ ] Everyone has to do their part, and this is mine.
    [ ] I got a chance, and who wouldn't want to be part of this?
    [ ] Something else?

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    Sorry about the long wait, the last week was leading up to a break in classes so I got huge amounts of work at once. I've got plenty of time to write now, though.
     
    [X] I got a chance, and I didn't want to sit at home and just run parades until the Mothership came back for us.
     
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