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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximiliugh2021-08-19 10:36 am
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AUGUST TDM.

T D M . 0 3

// PART I. all that glitters  


… What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?

The words, when they die out, leave you in emptiness — despairing, all-consuming, the kind that invites only the worst thoughts. What have you done? What have you agreed to do?

But then, from the emptiness, a golden light shines, and as you reach for it —

you wake up.

1.0   Perhaps it was less the golden light in your dream and more the insistent feeling of something metallic poking your side repeatedly, making beeping noises… wait, beeping noises?

When you look down, you’ll see a small robot staring at you and looking less than happy (maybe it has something to do with your disheveled state, maybe it's still mad about having to clean up after a certain pizza-induced mess). When you get up, it unleashes a series of beeps — and then furiously starts to scrub the floor.

Yes, the floor — instead of waking up in a bed, you find yourself lying on a hallway, white walls and white floor surrounding you. You don’t have long to stare at the minimalistic look of everything around you before the little bot starts poking you again, the word MOVE blinking across its visor.

So better get out of its way! Perhaps you’re on the hallway on your own and leave on your own… or perhaps there’s someone else, sleeping near you. Maybe do them the courtesy of waking them up before this little angry bot does! Or perhaps you’re the poor soul still sleeping and needing a rescue before the beeps make it to you.


2.0   If you need a visit to the infirmary, the situation may be more dire — perhaps there’s blood on the wall that you wake up against, your clothes may be dirty or ragged… whatever it is that has happened to you before waking here and has left you injured, it sure doesn’t create a reassuring sight. Best get to the infirmary as soon as possible.... with some assistance, perhaps.

Once upright, you may notice there’s something in your ear: an earpiece that, when you become aware of it, quickly runs you through the instructions for how to use the network, a recorded message by a female voice that explains exactly why you’re here… and leaves you with a map of the station.

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// PART II. the new staycation  


So what else is there to do but to explore? Best get to know what is now your new home.

3.0   The most pressing question that you might ask yourself is: but where will I stay? The question is answered once you walk through the winding white corridors to the common area. Behind it, there are three types of rooms: those with one bed, two beds and four beds. The rooms are clinical yet clean, and sparsely-furnished — and most importantly, most are occupied. So be prepared to get some roomies!


4.0   You may find your way to the armory, where you can try to work the machine there to make yourself a weapon — perhaps to replace one that didn’t come with you to the station… or maybe you want to be prepared for the future. The recently-returned team members will surely recommend having a functional weapon with you.

And speaking of weapons: to put it to good use, head to the training room, where the entire purpose is to provide you with a space to spar and train to your heart’s content!


5.0   After you’ve exhausted yourself training, it’s time to grab a bite. For that, you should head to the kitchen, which… seems to be filled with a lot of leftovers: takeout boxes with an assorted collection of pizza slices, kung pao chicken, lamb curry... not to mention the entire tray of chocolate brownies. Feel free to eat your fill — or if takeout isn’t your cup of tea, open one of the large fridges to pick fresh ingredients and make your own lunch.


6.0   A welcome reprieve to the cold, dark space that surrounds the characters can be found in the sunlight room. A skillful illusion surrounds anyone who steps inside the room: you can hear the trilling of birds, feel a light breeze caress your skin as you walk through a grass field. A new addition is a flower garden where there once was a meadow — now, roses, camellias, lilies and dozens of other flowers sway in the wind, all varieties in their own flower beds, with a winding path of stones leading through them. The path leads to where a bridge rises over a sparkling, babbling brook.

Here, it is easy to forget you are in space at all. Perhaps that gives you comfort, or just makes you miss the real nature all the more.


7.0   If you’d rather choose tinkering over nature, the lab is guaranteed to provide you with some entertainment. Glass vials and jars of chemicals sit on shelves in a surprisingly beautiful display of colour on one side of the room, while the other side of the room contains stacks of boxes containing assorted equipment: cords, bolts, panels, buttons, gears, gadgets, gizmos, and thingamabobs. The downside is that the parts available seem to have no apparent method to their sorting. So get digging, and you may just find exactly what you need to make what you’ve always wanted to make!


8.0   If it’s items you’re lacking, though, some time after your arrival, the earpiece alerts you to a new message.

// VIVECA.AI
Hi everyone, just letting you know there’s a new supply drop. It should be a little more… well, organised than before. If you made requests for items earlier, you should find them in a separate pile near the platform.

Indeed, the platform near the personal quarters is still whirring with power, and new items form neat piles on it. There’s clothes, shoes, dishware, skincare, books… even a couple of CDs, and a few cute stuffed animals. So sort through what there is and grab what you want, before someone else does!

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// PART III. bright young things  


(CW: POTENTIAL BODY MODIFICATION)

Whether you’re a quick study and you’ve become settled into life on the station, or you want to get the full lay of the land (in a manner of speaking) first, if you decide to explore the hall past the control room, you’ll eventually come across the simulation room.

Step past the threshold and the doors will slide shut with a quiet woosh. Nothing suspicious; nothing to worry about. But before you can really get a sense of your environment (a grey, large-ish empty room, no furniture, no discernable objects to provide markers), the room goes dark, and then … there’s really no other way to describe it: the room transforms.

You find yourself in a club. The music is upbeat, loud, but not too loud. Down a short flight of steps flanking the bar and seating is the open floor with more tables and booths bathed in a warm, dim glow of light, and at the very end of the room is a stage with its bright spotlight showcasing its performers — though, at the moment, the stage is empty.

9.0   When you take a step forward, you’ll feel a presence gently push at your chest or your shoulder — a tall and jovial man resembling a well-dressed bartender from the top up (the rest of him appears to move along wheels) approaches with a tall flute glass in hand. Its contents are sparkly and blue.

“Hello, there. Care for a drink? I’m afraid you won’t be allowed to continue until you do, and I assure you this is entirely safe. All effects you might experience remain only so long as you participate in this simulation.

Will you proceed? Please respond ‘Yes’ or ‘No’.”

There’s something a little strange about his voice, a cadence that doesn’t sound quite natural even when the simulation is so realistic otherwise. Once you’ve given your consent, the bartender continues.

“One thing you should know: there is an orb within this club. This drink will aid in your ultimate retrieval of the orb. To better blend in with our patrons, you may experience temporary changes within your body. Good luck.”


10.0   It seems the bartender wasn’t lying. Once you’ve allowed the drink (tasty, sweet-but-not-too-sweet, effervescent, with light notes of your fondest childhood memory) to settle in your stomach you might experience a myriad of effects on your body, ranging from a change in skin colour (pink? green? blue with spots?), an additional limb or two (or three), a tail or wings, or cybernetic parts such as lie-detecting eyes or a tongue that can uncover truths and lies in others. If you happen to find another Orber within the room and both of you have consumed the offered drink, you might find yourself experiencing a full bodyswap.

None of the changes are painful; if anything, they might not even be noticeable until you look into a mirror, look down at your limb-in-question, or your companion points it out.


11.0   The moment you approach the stage, a performer will appear as if out of thin air and begin to sing, her voice strong and smoky and melodic. Her enthralling performance could put you into a trance, but you have an orb to find and a personal task to accomplish, so it’s time to put your best foot forward and do a little investigating.

Talking to some of the patrons might prove fruitful as some of them are convinced that the stage has never sounded or looked so good, like there’s something giving performers that extra oomph that no one can explain. It might be wise to wait until that last performance before you sneak up there — or maybe you want to do a little snooping around now, you know, while everyone’s distracted. Strategize with your fellow Orbers and uncover the location of this hidden orb.

N O T E:   The effects of the drink and the level of changes your character experiences is entirely up to you. Patrons of this fine club won’t bat an eye if you look a little like them.

Additionally, there are three personal tasks provided to each character as they enter the simulation. In-game, each character will be given one task. For the purposes of the test drive, we’re leaving it to players to pick a task for their character and run with it.

A   If you’ve been given a particular body change that might aid you in this mission, do not use it to your advantage.

B   Team up with a fellow Orber to uncover the hidden location.

C   Get up on stage and put on a performance during the simulation. Your song choice will determine the outcome of success in your investigation.

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F Y I

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FOR SOME FUN:

Have a listen for some clues about the second mission.
(Hint: there are four clues in total.)


NAV

laviny: (012)

[personal profile] laviny 2021-08-23 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Oh no. Real ice cream. How disappointing.

[Her tone is a dry dead pan monotone. Look, she's not going to say no to actual ice cream. She was just expecting the garbage dehydrated kind.

She eyes the coffee, maybe a little surprised when he offers it to her, then looks at him again when he gives his name.]


Yes, I know who you are.

[She doesn't see any point in pretending she doesn't, if he's going to introduce himself.]

I'm Yelena.
kimoyos: (Image59)

[personal profile] kimoyos 2021-08-23 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Be still her heart.

Someone her age that actually understood what she said and wants to hear more? She has a feeling they're going to get along just fine.
]

I need to investigate further but -

[She frowns as she tries to piece together the hundreds of different directions her mind is speeding in. She has so many thoughts and ideas on what exactly is going on that it's hard to pinpoint her running theory.]

It would make sense that this place exists somewhere outside of every reality. Somewhere that can hold someone powerful enough to pull us all in.
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[personal profile] webdesigned 2021-08-23 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
( superpowered half-alien powerhouses and super-powered spider-boys with mutated genes are alike in that respect, apparently. Peter is practically always hungry and watching someone eat is not helping on that front. when did he even eat last? he's pretty sure he just fell asleep and woke up here, and technically he doesn't know how much time has passed between. still, the one thing that can get Peter to forget his appetite is a fixated interest on something. and someone else with a host of superpowers is definitely very interesting. )

Wow. That's cool. ( if it's true. Peter supposes he should be more critical, not just immediately buy it on face value. the fact he has superpowers makes someone else having them more believable. and oh, the waking up on a spaceship out of the blue does broaden his natural skepticism. as far as accidentally breaking the room goes, Peter waves a hand. ) Whatever, that happens. ( how do you know it happens, Peter, how do you ever keep your superpowers a secret to anyone when you are this sus in a conversation that hasn't even lasted five minutes???

Peter paces slightly, back and forth a few times, before the next question arises sort of out of the blue.
) You just... talk about them? Your powers, I mean. Haven't you ever worried about what might happen if people know you have them?
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[personal profile] rused 2021-08-23 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[There are too many awful things happening right now: Joseph is choking, the robot is beeping smugly, the stump that was his forearm hits his thigh and sends a bolt of fresh pain up his body like fire, like the Hamon that Kars nearly melted his leg with. His lungs are flooded with water, and his throat spasms as he tries to breathe, and his mouth tastes like ash. Wet ash, but still.

The robot rolls back up, brush at the ready. As Joseph's glassy eyes focus on the man looming over him, it begins to scrub his boots, then his ankles. Make no mistake, it's for the sake of the floor, not him. If Joseph won't clean up after his gross, half-dead self, who else will? Nobody, that's who.]


K-Kars! [His voice sounds raw, hoarse.] W-Where— Wha—

[Where should he even begin. The little robot's brush starts working on his hips. Joseph squirms, looks down. What happens next should surprise absolutely nobody who knows him: he scrambles backwards and kicks the goddamn robot right in its nonexistent face. The little machine makes a warbling, shrill bleep as it sails through the air, straight for Polnareff. Joseph has 0.0000000001 seconds to process this before his leg explodes in agony. He shrieks, his body folding in on itself.]

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL'S GOING ON?!
Edited 2021-08-23 04:59 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kimoyos 2021-08-23 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
I wasn't calling you stupid, genius.

[She feels it's incredibly important to establish that.]

But I can make things more purposeful now that I'm here. Just because something is fancy doesn't make it useful. Or even real. It could be a distraction to hide the truth of what this place actually is.

[Anyplace that has her once dead cousin in it, walking and breathing is definitely someplace she's concerned about being too good to be true. It half has her worried her father will show up just around the corner, and she isn't ready to face that just yet.]
cold_noodles: (down: down)

II. 4.

[personal profile] cold_noodles 2021-08-23 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ That is... definitely the bartender from SURVIVE. And he definitely just punched a punching bag hard enough it was parallel to the ground. He also seems to have taken off his glasses and his hair has fallen into his eyes a little. It's definitely a different look for him but there's no mistaking that scar.]
devilmancrybaby: <user name=the_sad_gay site=twitter.com> ((therefore you can't call him crazy))

[personal profile] devilmancrybaby 2021-08-23 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Binghe looks delighted to be shown this! ]

Very impressive! May I touch it?
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[personal profile] attackbrows 2021-08-23 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
In practice? No. In theory? Let’s just say that if there is some computer-y nonsense cracking into your brainwaves, then expect to have scrambled eggs.

[OH WHOOPS. THAT’S NOT COMFORTING AT ALL.]
foxyou: (what're YOU lookin' at?)

[personal profile] foxyou 2021-08-23 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Shen Jiu doesn't even realize there's a communication array until it gets brought up, at which point he pokes at the thing in his own ear, scowling at the urge to simply pull it out and toss it.

That scowl freezes for a moment when he gets it to actually start talking at him, accompanied by the slightest stutter in his step - but he quickly covers it up again, dedicated as ever to looking like he isn't a total newbie in the cultivation world. (Not that this has anything to do with cultivation.) "We may not be in danger, but we're still trapped, aren't we? Unless this array has information on how to get out of this place."

At which point he starts cautiously messing around with the thing in hopes of finding exactly that, though it's somewhat difficult to do while walking.
groupiedrifter: <user name=bushyeyebrows> (HEY SLUTS)

ii. here to torment u, raleigh

[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2021-08-23 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Raleigh likely hears Newton way before he sees him, which is honestly par the course for Dr. Geiszler. But news travels fast around this little ship, and Newt is terribly curious to see if the vague descriptions formed anyone he might've known; he doesn't expect much, but — ]

Holy shit, you're here.

[He walks with confidence into the infirmary, acting like he's been here practically all his life, as is his weird skillset; he's made his bed on the Ximilia, same as the bed he's made at the Shatterdome, and so there's an easy, welcoming aura to him as he gestures to Raleigh. He's got the same outfit on that he'd had when the two of them met, pristine now thanks to his pals aboard the station.]

Good to see you again in person, dude, welcome to outer space, etcetera, ecetera!

Anyone familiar come with you?

[Also a skillset: letting their last interaction become water under the bridge, because Newt is used to yelling at his co-workers one moment and then being chummy with them the next. Besides, the world almost ended, and then it didn't. Things are different now. Whole new slate.]
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[personal profile] webdesigned 2021-08-23 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
( Peter does appreciate someone that understands technical talk, he's well aware when he goes off on a scientific tangent and it doesn't land. he's not entirely unused to it, though, he's always had Gwen to bounce ideas off of. it makes the conversation a little bittersweet, though he doesn't have any more time to lose in grief. especially not now. )

Like a midpoint in the string theory web.

( string theory itself was a wild horse of a scientific theory, it didn't necessarily persist on straight planes and binaries. still, even if the web was spreading out in all sorts of directions, it made a certain amount of sense that they hadn't been pulled far. a universal landing zone, like a hub with all sorts of exits. )

You think it's a someone? ( he doesn't know enough about the circumstances to think it's a someone over a something. though, maybe Shuri has a point. it still feels a little fuzzy, though maybe it's because the concept is a bit unbelievable. voices in his head, promises of changing regrets that surely can't be reversed. ) Before you woke up, do you remember hearing a voice? Something like... undoing a regret, if we help?
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[personal profile] incomparabilis 2021-08-23 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ hm.

he pulls a chair out and settles backwards on it so he can finish eating, eyes tracking peter as he paces back and forth. he looks.. kind of upset, maybe? or not upset, more like.. intense somehow.

he blinks at the next questions, though, fork in his mouth, brows knitting. that's.. pointed, isn't it? ]
I'm a clone, [ he reminds him gently, and sets the fork back in the mostly-empty container, setting the container on the desk. ] I don't have another life out there in the world. [ his fingers close over the back of the chair and he shifts, crossing his ankles. ] My family is my team, and I live full-time with them.

[ his mouth quirks up again, reassuring. ] .. I guess you hide yours, then? [ why else would he be so agitated by this? ]
squatmance: (sad to know we're not alone)

[personal profile] squatmance 2021-08-23 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[For one instinctive split second, Quentin actually looks over his shoulder, as though this is a question he could pass off to a wiser classmate. Phone a friend, maybe? Ask the audience?]

I, uh. I was a student, I guess? [Then his life got even fuckier than normal and he never went back.] I'm sort of- on leave. For awhile.
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[personal profile] kimoyos 2021-08-23 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Why do you think I assume it's someone and not something? I was led here, spoken to before I agreed to help. But the question that remains is: were we intentionally chosen?

[Shuri answers him quietly, looking more and more perplexed and bothered as she thinks it over. The implications of what this place could be and why it exists will bother her until she knows the answers. But she may never uncover actual truth. Only breadcrumbs that lead her from mission to mission in hopes of undoing a regret.

It sounds like a trap, if she's being honest with herself. But the only way to really go about proving her theory is to go around asking everyone their name and where they're from, on top of what year it is for them. This has to be the midpoint in the middle of a very tangled web, layers upon layers of timelines converging in one point.

She looks up at him with mild curiosity, hoping to get information out of him that may prove her point.
]

Tell me. What is your name?
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[personal profile] devilmancrybaby 2021-08-23 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Luo Binghe hums thoughtfully.

"You had the dream, didn't you?" He looks back at Shen Jiu, his attention on the boy in front of him now rather than the network's text. "It seems we've agreed to this. Is there something you, Shen Jiu, regret enough to have come here to unmake it?"
devilmancrybaby: <user name=the_sad_gay site=twitter.com> ((therefore you can't call him crazy))

[personal profile] devilmancrybaby 2021-08-23 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, forgive me, senior, that's not exactly what I meant." Luo Binghe smiles apologetically. "I want to understand how it is that the projectiles can be launched with greater speed than a bow. Ah, although... that is impressive, that one only needs to press it there..."
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[personal profile] scarcastically 2021-08-23 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ erik shrugs. shuri calling anyone stupid would track. and his intelligence isn't overtly in the technical know-how, but the political and social landscape. ]

There's definitely somethin' shifty. Those AI are too quick on the uptake.
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[personal profile] vajratna 2021-08-23 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
. . . You want to touch my lightning bolt? Because that's . . . probably not gonna be great for you!
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[personal profile] chrysology 2021-08-23 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Left leg and right arm.

[Winry was important to him. As a childhood friend. As.....well. He hasn't outright admitted his feelings for her but he is not the most subtle about it either, in it being obvious enough that others used her against him.]

I....messed up as a kid. [Ignoring that at fifteen he still is a kid, of course.] Our mother got sick and died. My younger brother and I tried to bring her back. I lost my leg, he lost his body. Lost my arm in exchange for binding his soul to a suit of armor. That's why....why I agreed to this. To fix things for Al.

[If she was curious about his auto-mail, if she might be able to help if it breaks. She deserves to know, Ed figures. At least that much. The basics in the how it happened.]
squatmance: (to watch it catch fire)

[personal profile] squatmance 2021-08-23 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Meth muffins. It's the meth muffins.]

Hey.

[Smothered into the lapel of a jacket he doesn't recognize - one that smells too much like dry cleaner fluid and not enough like the cigarette-and-incense haze of the Cottage - but full of relief, of thankfulness. He closes his eyes and tightens his grip, tries to just feel every atom of this, but- there, in the back of his head: a brush of anxiety, keeping him from burrowing into that old comfort. He grips Eliot's jacket tighter, a protest against his own instincts, but it only gets stronger. Brow creasing, he pulls back a few inches and looks up (and up).]

Hey. [Quiet, his eyes searching. Eliot looks... awful, honestly, worse than Quentin had noticed in the first rush of shock, worse than the bonfire's flickering light had shown. But there's something else there, something tense and withholding that he can't read.] What's wrong?

[He just assumes it has something to do with why El looks like he's been through a spin cycle and mentioned the potentiality of being dead. Which... is still something Quentin needs to mentally process, once he's done being torn between building panic and complete disassociation.]
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[personal profile] arc_reactor 2021-08-23 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
( He wants to tell her. It's such a sudden impulse it startles him, the way he's framing it all in his head, only to knock it all down again, retreating into his mug. )

Yeah, I had kind of a rough ride in. ( Bandages indicated, like he's almost forgotten they're there, like they don't itch. )

You were right. Coffee isn't too bad.
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[personal profile] bossily 2021-08-23 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[The hug doesn't take her by surprise, but it does startle her. His body feels different pressed against hers, his height looming over her differently now. It's a stark reminder that this was the Doctor she left behind in the TARDIS, that this is the man her bowtied Doctor becomes. It's exactly the sort of closure she needs to finally move on past his regeneration.

She doesn't realize there are tears in her eyes until she's hugging him in return, and feels the warmth treading down her cheeks. Instead of wiping them away, she allows the tears to fall.

Her Doctor is the same man, deep down. There isn't anything to be upset about, anything to be afraid of.

She hugs him tighter, burying her face up against him.
]

I must have rubbed off on you, if you're worried about your hair. Which has gotten a little too...fluffy, I should add.

[She teases him lightly, sniffling just a little. When she finally pulls back, she's got tears in her eyes but she's smiling. Her Doctor is always kind, always there for her. How ridiculous she was to think his face changing meant that would ever be any different.]
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[personal profile] oiorpata 2021-08-23 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
You can use a training room for your mind too. Train it to work with those troubled feelings.

[ if you cannot banish them, learn to work with them?? ]
Edited 2021-08-23 05:37 (UTC)
arc_reactor: (Dad eye)

[personal profile] arc_reactor 2021-08-23 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I'm not sea-worthy just yet, I'm really here for the ambiance. Do you have a brother?

( So casual, so measured, so politely interested. Tony gives the young woman a sort of middle-of-the-road Dad Look, the "I'm sure you've done something, I just don't know it yet" one. )
thelastb1: Roger waves while holding a broom (genius)

[personal profile] thelastb1 2021-08-23 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
There was a code phrase!? [Even though he knew who the people involved were now, Roger still had virtually no idea what had been going on that day.]

[R0-GR has more questions, but if Cassian really has come here directly from the Battle of Scarif, however that's possible, it's probably not a good idea to press further.] I don't think I'd be able to use credits even if you did. There doesn't exactly seem to be a use for any kind of money here, least of all New Republic- I mean, uh, Imperial credits.