all his siblings have, really. the little blue marble. seventy-one percent water. 40 075 km circumference. 152 million kms from their little yellow star. bipedals. they'd been warbling radio frequencies out into the black for a while now. constant says they're annoying, and he has a tendency to roll his eyes in exasperation whenever he hears something new about them. therea is charmed. she says they're so much like their parent species, several million years removed. they're still in the warring and killing everyone over differences of opinion stage. it'll pass. they crawled out of the primordial muck in the blink of an eye, they'll either war themselves to extinction or peaceable co-existence sooner or later.
rev really hopes it's sooner. he wants to meet them!
the ch'tat never got the chance, but humanity had always been on their docket. there'd been plans to send ships one day, when they were old and wise enough to understand they came in peace.
rev tells constant he's going. constant calls him an idiot. it's pretty much par for the course (a human expression! he loves human television it's the bomb). but the thing is, the ch'tat wanted them to explore. they weren't made to sit around on ng'tati and wait for their bio-components to turn to mush. they're supposed to go out, peaceful ambassadors to the universe. they're supposed to pass on the messages of love and knowledge that their parent species wanted to share.
constant stays. ethereal dream thinks about it, but ultimately decides that her heart doesn't lie with humanity. she has her eye on another species, the wenhazai, and her podship still needs to be rebuilt.
the other siblings listen to constant. rev shrugs, loads a copy of his consciousness up to the central spire just in case, and goes.
lightspeed's for species that haven't figured out the conflection. folding space is easy once you've got the right math, and boom, he's at earth's doorstep.
thing is.
he gets all the best earth channels, watches all the best earth tv. (netflix! so good) but he's still about six months behind, broadcast wise. they don't bother using the conflection for broadcasts, there's no point. so he's kinda behind on their news. (something about killer bees?)
so he absolutely does not expect to arrive in the middle of a (excusez mon français, mais... ) fucking apocalypse.
(holy fuck, are those zombies?)
rev's not the combat model that dire symphony is, but he still knows how to fight. and as it turns out, zombie teeth break on the synthetic skin of his human form. since he's only ever fought with his siblings (well, sparred more than fought) and they're plenty capable of damaging each other, this is actually pretty good news!
he tries reasoning with the first group. cycling through the main languages of earth — mandarin, spanish, hindi — no? and then once he realizes that they're just reanimated automatons he puts them all out of their misery.
then he starts the hunt for survivors.
he can already hear constant telling him he shouldn't interfere. that there's no point. if this is the end for the species, then it's the end. but they outlived their parent species and did nothing, and rev isn't about to let it happen to anyone else if he can help it.
he finds himself in an abandoned — school? yeah, he thinks it's a school, and ducking into the gymnasium he calls out (in english now! he's learned the majority demographic here) )
Hey, anyone alive in here?
( why does he sound a little bit texan? your guess is anyone's bet, but it's probably due to the amount of cowboy movies he watched on ng'tati. )
[ Of the people that you would think might survive the zombie apocalypse's first wave -- you might not picture a forensic pathologist in training and yet, here is Simon Van Reyk and you're in Australia Rev -- why must you have a Texan accent? That's just going to get you teased at some point. Especially since the majority of the world had blamed America for it, because -- obviously.
Simon steps out in a t-shirt and jeans. He usually would have been in a button up and slacks before all this but well, apocalypses do tend to affect your fashion.
He's holding an axe that's got bits of zombie brains on it still and blood has spattered over him. He raises the axe tiredly as he appraises the stranger. There's a small group of survivors he's stayed close to and this guy isn't one of them. ]
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all his siblings have, really. the little blue marble. seventy-one percent water. 40 075 km circumference. 152 million kms from their little yellow star. bipedals. they'd been warbling radio frequencies out into the black for a while now. constant says they're annoying, and he has a tendency to roll his eyes in exasperation whenever he hears something new about them. therea is charmed. she says they're so much like their parent species, several million years removed. they're still in the warring and killing everyone over differences of opinion stage. it'll pass. they crawled out of the primordial muck in the blink of an eye, they'll either war themselves to extinction or peaceable co-existence sooner or later.
rev really hopes it's sooner. he wants to meet them!
the ch'tat never got the chance, but humanity had always been on their docket. there'd been plans to send ships one day, when they were old and wise enough to understand they came in peace.
rev tells constant he's going. constant calls him an idiot. it's pretty much par for the course (a human expression! he loves human television it's the bomb). but the thing is, the ch'tat wanted them to explore. they weren't made to sit around on ng'tati and wait for their bio-components to turn to mush. they're supposed to go out, peaceful ambassadors to the universe. they're supposed to pass on the messages of love and knowledge that their parent species wanted to share.
constant stays. ethereal dream thinks about it, but ultimately decides that her heart doesn't lie with humanity. she has her eye on another species, the wenhazai, and her podship still needs to be rebuilt.
the other siblings listen to constant. rev shrugs, loads a copy of his consciousness up to the central spire just in case, and goes.
lightspeed's for species that haven't figured out the conflection. folding space is easy once you've got the right math, and boom, he's at earth's doorstep.
thing is.
he gets all the best earth channels, watches all the best earth tv. (netflix! so good) but he's still about six months behind, broadcast wise. they don't bother using the conflection for broadcasts, there's no point. so he's kinda behind on their news. (something about killer bees?)
so he absolutely does not expect to arrive in the middle of a (excusez mon français, mais... ) fucking apocalypse.
(holy fuck, are those zombies?)
rev's not the combat model that dire symphony is, but he still knows how to fight. and as it turns out, zombie teeth break on the synthetic skin of his human form. since he's only ever fought with his siblings (well, sparred more than fought) and they're plenty capable of damaging each other, this is actually pretty good news!
he tries reasoning with the first group. cycling through the main languages of earth — mandarin, spanish, hindi — no? and then once he realizes that they're just reanimated automatons he puts them all out of their misery.
then he starts the hunt for survivors.
he can already hear constant telling him he shouldn't interfere. that there's no point. if this is the end for the species, then it's the end. but they outlived their parent species and did nothing, and rev isn't about to let it happen to anyone else if he can help it.
he finds himself in an abandoned — school? yeah, he thinks it's a school, and ducking into the gymnasium he calls out (in english now! he's learned the majority demographic here) )
Hey, anyone alive in here?
( why does he sound a little bit texan? your guess is anyone's bet, but it's probably due to the amount of cowboy movies he watched on ng'tati. )
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Simon steps out in a t-shirt and jeans. He usually would have been in a button up and slacks before all this but well, apocalypses do tend to affect your fashion.
He's holding an axe that's got bits of zombie brains on it still and blood has spattered over him. He raises the axe tiredly as he appraises the stranger. There's a small group of survivors he's stayed close to and this guy isn't one of them. ]
Who are you?