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Welcome, cadets! Wanna dip your toes in the pool? Have a new character you wanna try out? Interested in the setting but not sure if your character's a good fit? Welcome to the first official Test Drive Meme for Illyria, for all your test drive needs! There are a few prompts for you to choose from below, or you can make up your own starter if none of the choices tickle your fancy. Threads from this meme can be counted as game canon if you like, if you apply and are accepted, so you don't have to meet someone again for the first time. Reserves are open at this time. Have fun!

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A. Arrival: You wake up disoriented, finding yourself on what appears to be a medical bed. As you try and sit up, a young woman with blond hair pulled up in a tight bun stops you, urging you to take it easy. You were found in the cargo bay unconscious with a few other people, and while she's not sure where you came from or how you got here, you're here for the long haul, now. As you look around, you see a few other people in beds like the one you're lying on--do you recognize anyone from home? Or are these people complete strangers? Do any of them know what's going on, or how you got here? The only way to find out is to ask them!

B. Mealtime: The Illyria isn't a big ship, so the mess hall isn't very large, but there's room for a few tables with chairs, and there's a bank of replicators along one of the walls. You can ask for anything you want, from a simple cup of coffee to turducken to some nice fresh gagh. Looks like some other new arrival is having some trouble with their machine, though. Gonna give them a hand? Or maybe you've gotten your plate of food, but the only open seat is at an occupied table--perhaps introductions are in order. Mingle! These are going to be your crewmates for a long time, it seems.

C. Going up? Man, this ship is a mess! That trip across all those galaxies sure did a good job wrecking things. You're not sure about these turbolift things, but it beats climbing ladders and crawling through tubes to get to the other decks. As you step into the lift, maybe there's someone already in there--or maybe someone steps in after you, but either way, you're not alone as the lift begins to ascend. Things seem to be going well for a moment, and then there's a loud screeching sound and the lights go dark as the lift stops dead in its shaft. Well, now what? Do you and your company try and fix the lift? Do you try and call for help? Do you crawl up into the shaft and try and make your way to another deck through the Jefferies tubes? Who knows what peril may lie in the corridors between decks--do you take the risk, or wait to be rescued? Time to see if you're Starfleet material or not!

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That was quite the story. Quite a unbelievable, otherworldly story-but who was she to doubt it. In this place, with the story she herself had?

..."In some ways, I envy you. I was built for one purpose. I was the strongest battleship the world had ever seen. I was built in secret, my true size and power concealed from the world. I was given the name of Yamato, the homeland of the Japanese people. The apex of my kind, none finer ever made, but I was held back for a 'decisive battle' until the war was nearly lost." She held out her fingers and began to tick off battles. "First Solomons. Sencond Solomons, Third Solomons, the Battle of Savo Island, the Battle of the South Pacific, the Nighttime Battle of Lunga point. I missed all of them. At Midway and the Battle of the Philippines, I was utterly impotent in the face of air-power. In the battle of Layte...I fired my guns in anger for the first time. And I was force to turn away." Tears of shame formed in her eyes, glistening in the light, and a few of her fairies tried to soothe her. "I, Yamato, turned and ran in shame from destroyers! Ships that weighed less than a single one of my turrets, whose broadsides were a hundred times smaller than my own!" She shook with the repressed emotion. "After that...I had only Operation Ten-go awaiting me. My final mission, without enough fuel to return to port, was to head to Okinawa and beach myself. I had not sailed six hours from Japanese waters when the attackers gathered to finish me off. Dive bombers ripped into me and torpedoes ripped open my sides until I rolled over and sank, taking all but a few hundred of my crew with me. That is the truth of history-I had been rebuilt to resist aerial attack with all the power available to me and I was able to strike down ten of my attackers. Twelve dead men for four thousand after my escorts were acounted for as well."

She gestured to herself. "This...body, this form, I cannot explain. I am a rusting hulk of shattered metal at the bottom of the ocean, broken in two by my death-throes, but I am here. Alive, when I was not even properly alive before. It is more than a Battleship like myself deserves."

She reached over and put an arm around her. "It sounds like you kept being set up by the people giving you commands. I don't know who built the body you have now, but it seems brilliantly done, if you want my opinion. I can do my best, to help you if you want," Agatha said. "While we're both here, we can keep each other safe, or I can just protect you, if you want." she gave her arm a little squeeze. "And when we figure out how to go back home, you are welcome to come with me, if you want. Because I think you deserve a chance to be happy, no matter how things went wrong before."

"I...I hope you will not need protecting." Yamato offered a faint smile as she reached up and wiped away the tears. "I hope I will not need protecting either, for that matter. The things I cannot easily protect myself against are dangerous to be around." Unless it was rude people or...other things of that sort. "I was going to retrieve my equipment in fact."

"I must refuse the second offer however." She reached up and touched the golden mark at her throat, the imperial sigil. "I am the Emperor's ship, loyal no matter what. The cherry blossom falls when it is still beautiful, I account myself luckier than some." Not a prize like Nagato, or ambushed like Shinano, her youngest sister whom she had never known. "And there are still enemies to fight."

"I hope we won't need protecting either, but I know what life is like, and the odds are, at some point we each will. I don't mind if the things around you are dangerous. I'm used to it," she said dryly, poking the small rotund clank. It swiped at her hand and began pontificating about how it would kill her. Aggie ignored it.

"I understand loyalty," she said softly. "But, if things ever change, and you wish, you will be welcome."

Yamato stood up, brushing off her knees and offered a hand to Agatha. "I thank you. If you would like, I am going to find the armory to recover my rigging and weapons. If you would care to see the largest cannons ever carried by a battleship..."

Her eyes went about as wide as those cannons. "Yes, please!" she said, accepting the help and the offer.

Yamato closed her eyes after helping Agatha to her feet and then pointed. "This way-I think." She lead the way, homing in on nothing more than the feeling of her artillery.

"Alright." Agatha said, gleefully.

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It's okay, I've read GG.

Awesome!

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I think we can cut here and have Yamato show Agatha her guns later.

If you wish.