Chapter I: Far From Home
You slowly slide into consciousness and darkness recedes to reveal a red fluid surrounding you. The fluid is warm and viscous. You reach out with your hands and feel the walls of your Pod. You've been curled in fetal position and the pod is egg shaped. The walls of the bottom half are solid, but the top half is smooth and stretchy like rubber or flesh or some kind of membrane.
You push your hand through the membrane and light breaks through the fissure. You pull yourself through the hole and crawl out of the Sac-Pod. You fall onto your hands and knees and vomit onto the smooth but irregularly cracked floor. You are naked and you realize that there are inch thick tubes connected to your stomach at the belly button and to the back of your neck. The tubes lock into circular metal ports embedded deep into your skin.
The pinkish red fluid flows from the Sac-Pod onto the floor and into a circular metal grate in the center of the room. The grate is underneath an oddly shaped dull metal table. Above the table unrecognizable tools and sharp implements hang from a slightly rusted machine made of the same cold grey metal as the table itself. A pale yellowish light illuminates the room from a piece of the machine.
You look around the room and see two other Sac-Pods embedded in round structures next to yours. The walls of the room are bone-white with a slightly concave shape. Shallow cracks and clefts in the walls from patterns of irregular shapes.
You do not know where you are. You remember a bright light erupting from something above you and a deafening silence and then darkness.
Who were you before you were taken? And what do you do now?
i was a pilot in the american air force. an ace pilot, with bad luck and a big mouth. after i fallout of the sacpod i run my fingers thought my hair and look around, whistle and mutter a quiet...."damit"
OOC: Sorry its taken me so long to post, Really sorry about that bud. I started my character but I've been really busy with class work, I've been writing papers for Soviet history, making of the modern world and ethics and it slipped my mind. I've had to write around 30 or so pages this week and I've gotta do more work yet. i've made my character, but not everythings done.
also i have a few questions.
how often do you want us to post?
would it be ok if my character was abducted in the past? that he isn't a person from the modern day? like from the 1970 or 1940s? or 1930s?
hope your well!
His hair is shaved in a military fashion, shaved on the side and short on the top. he has dark green eyes and several long thin scars on the left side of his face running left to right, thin lines made from straprinal or the glass of his airplane's cockpit being shot, his expression is one of shock and fear, he chews his lip in worry.
OOC: i think he's a classic american flyboy, against tyranny and control, he is for freedom and liberty and the american way. im trying for something different this time. favored death? i'd like him to die in explosion, hopefully in a dogfight, weather in his own plane or stealing an alien ship and then getting shot outta the sky, but if thats not possible, (which is fine i don't think the whole steal an alien starship and fly outta here is even possible, i built an ace pilot to have some skills but some that i don't think would be meta gamey and to do something new with a character) but i think an explosion or disintegration would be cool. maybe getting bit by the aline would work too.
OOC 2: can i be from the past or no? i don't mind what you decide by i need to know a modern polit and a point from ww1 act very differently. i think it be cool to play an captin america like guy who's outta time and thinks damn is really bad curse
OOC3: have you heard from the others? is T and J gonna play with us?
The pilot nervously touches his face. His fingers find the skin smooth, and his once familiar scars are gone. Removed somehow? For what reason?
What do you do?
i look around the room and try to find a path forward, looking for any text that i could read to find out where i am and where i can go, cursing my bad luck all the way and wondering what happened to my scars.