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"Here I am at the end of the road and at the top of the heap.."
So far, things have been sort of normal for those aboard the Moira. Some of the crew have begun researching the Ingress, which has produced some interesting things as a result. There has also been the incident with Navigator Mana being separated from the ship while others have been deal with something worse as well as the on-going problem with Ploiatos. However, all of this isn't the problem.
The Ingress begins to work as it should after combined efforts from the crew and is honed in on the Midway Hub’s specific signature, but traveling there isn’t exactly easy. Since the Ingress hasn’t been working properly for so long, as the energy of it surrounds the ship, it enters the Moira into what the creators had called a “timeslip”. Looking outside the ship, this can be described as a multitude of different things. Inside the ship is a completely different story. Effects from Ploiatos have not disappeared, and some of them have even amplified due to the timeslip. Pieces of the ship are beginning to rot away and entire sections of the floor might just disappear from underfoot. Also, one other thing: ALL rooms have been unlocked, including a space that holds all of the missing shoes “taken” by the Ingress. ☄ LET’S DO THE TIMEWARP (AGAIN) The timeslip is not kind to those riding it through to its destination. Looking out any window will reveal worlds growing, thriving and dying in the blink of an eye. One may even glimpse faces of those they know in various states, perhaps even fragments of events that have not happened or maybe never will. Time is weird like that. But there are other things to be wary of in the time slip. Insomnia strikes without warning, and sanity will begin to trickle away as well. Some may even fall prey to body alterations as they travel through more damaged areas of the ship. Bodies may be altered by the energy of the slip, aging rapidly or changing in strange and uncomfortable ways that can’t be properly explained. These changes will happen suddenly and fade away without warning, but there is no getting used to it. People are not meant to be caught unprotected within a timeslip like this, and with the ship falling apart, there is nothing to keep them insulated from the side effects of the vortex.
They say if you stare too long into the abyss that the abyss begins to stare back, but in this case, even averting your eyes may not keep you safe from the dangers on all sides. ☄ HE ATE MY HEART Inside the timeslip, one thing is clear: anything and everything can happen. First Mate Egan will tell anyone who asks that this isn’t typical, which prompts Ira to tell the crew to exercise caution until they reach the Midway Hub. What should take seconds feels like weeks inside the slip, and packing for departure is encouraged. Outside the ship, time flits by, passing disorientingly fast, and for the first few days, it is the only notable malfunction.
Three days in, the crew encounter the first slip monsters. They come within hours of each other in two waves, and when they’ve boarded the Moira, they won’t go until killed or the ship has reached the Hub. The pool will have a new guest, the hallways are over run with small creatures, and the vents are swarming with massive foreign things. The slip is a dangerous place, and all crew are allowed to use any means necessary to stay safe. (All slip monsters can be used by any players; the monsters can attack each other, crew, themselves, the ship. It’s a literal monster throw-down.) ☄ ISN'T IT IRONIC? DON'T YOU THINK? As the Moira reaches the Midway Hub, the ship shudders out of the timeslip‐what should be a graceful stop is anything but. The ship shakes, the vibrations unending and splitting metal. The Ingress machine thrums, a heartbeat felt in every inch of the Moira as the energy crests out of the boundaries the creators had fashioned for it. Blue swirls of light curl up and out, breaking open the ship from the inside out. It begins to plummet, and evacuation measures are, once again, initiated.
Crew are instructed to get to transporters and crafts, leaving nothing and no one behind. The ship is breaking, falling fast and rough through the atmosphere surrounding the Hub. Evacuation pods are primed, anyone in cryo will be taken to the Cargo Bay for transport (unless alternate arrangements were already made), and the hatch in the Bay is opened for crew to escape through. The coordinates for meeting are sent to all crew, not far from where the Moira should touch down, and all medical staff are asked to be ready and waiting for when the ship lands. ☄ GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM Those who have already evacuated and have landed on the foggy, dark expanse of terrain that the coordinates have guided them to will see nothing around them except for the bright light of the Moira as it breaches the atmosphere and crashes into the rocky surface of the Midway Hub. One of the Captains, Thán, chose to stay on the ship until the last moment to make sure all crew were evacuated and was injured in the process. His reading on the IC Directory blips in and out, signaling that he’s somewhere in the ship’s rubble in need of immediate assistance. The MIDs stop functioning after the initial crash and other than reading vital signs, won’t come back on for a few hours (the network won’t work correctly in that time frame, sending videos and messages that it shouldn’t or not posting at all). The other Captains will ask for someone to take a head count and to report anyone who might be missing while all others will be directed to carefully seek out crew in the rubble and to gather any cargo that they can. Take inventory, set up a medical tent, check transporters and crafts, help crew, and stay together until everyone is accounted for.
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thisavrou_log2016-11-15 09:40 pm
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"Jim! Bucky Barnes!"
Kaz was searching for one of them. It made the hunt hard when you couldn't reliably yell a man's name because it was shared with three people. It made it rough.
His knee was already hurting again from climbing rock or poking around wreckage. The dogs weren't finding much: admittedly Joy was the only one of his even remotely trained to search. Mama was mostly tagging along nervously, unsure and sticking close to her person.
Neither him nor them were finding much. And as he looked, the more an uneasy feeling was settling into the pit of his stomach.
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"Miller, what is your SITREP?" It's clear he was looking for someone, and she was more than willing to help, but he also looked a little worse for wear, the way he was favoring his leg.
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And this was very concerning, it meant he couldn't even check to see who was around.
"I'm looking for a friend that went missing. The assistant head of defense. Can't find him out there." Which he knew was obvious from how he'd been yelling, but context never hurt.
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"What's he look like?" If they were lucky, maybe it's someone she's helped out earlier. Otherwise, she can do aerial reconnaissance.
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"21 years old. Looks younger. Acts it, too. Might call you "doll" if he sees you."
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"I haven't seen him yet, but I can scout ahead and take an aerial view. Where have you looked already?"
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Their MIDs weren't working properly or he'd ask her about helping map the area. Not exactly something they could do easily at the moment. It was a utilitarian thought, meant to bury his concerns under something functional.
"He's a good guy. Tries to be a real hero. If he's up and walking, he'll be trying to help people."
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"There's a few people over this way."
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Most importantly, he wanted a life in general for the young man. And that required him to have made it through the crash.
"I'll head that way, then. How many injuries have you happened across?"
He envies her mobility, he really does. He wishes more things like that could be invented by the Diamond Dogs R&D team. Especially right then, when his leg was aching and he had to make his way over in the direction she indicated.
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She wasn't sure if she could carry him entirely, but she could offer a shoulder to lean on, or to try and find materials to make a splint, or something. "I have training in field dressing."
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"Sorry. I've been on my feet for almost a full day now. Sooner or later it puts a lot of pressure on my prosthetic."
Overwork had always been one of his weak points. "I'll sit down for a bit and take pain medication of some kind when we get there."
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"Then lets go so we can get you settled."
Admittedly, she could use a breather too.
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He'd toughed it out as long as he could, really. But even he had to acknowledge when he needed to spare himself for a bit of rest (as much as he seemed to enjoy working himself ragged).
"Haven't seen any attackers since the crash. I guess they went when with whatever space travel being done. When things got bad, we should have all immediately went to the transports and defended from there. Hindsight is 20/20, I guess."
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"Have you seen any of the captains?"
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"Still doesn't sit right with me that we couldn't stop it." Guilt didn't sit right with him.
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"What's done is done. We've got to focus on the challenges ahead of us. I don't think we will gain anything from speculation on what we could have done."
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But Kaz was a creature of hindsight anymore, a dweller on the past. And there was so much they could have done better. A drop in the bucket to oblige all the I told you sos that would inevitably happen. "We still have the ship for salvage. Have no idea what we'll do after that." Was this actually where they were headed?
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"Someone good, I hope?" She smiles a little. I'd she knew who Miller was referring to she would grabbed been flattered, since she's come to rely on Ahab for advice and training.
For now though, she misses over his comment. "We'll search for civilization, find out where we are, maybe if we're lucky we can get communications online or at least find a way to broadcast a distress signal."
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"Lets hope there are no allies of the Cadacuns or anyone out there listening. That's the last thing we'll need, after all that... Wait. Hold on. I need down."
He admitted defeat, letting go so he could sit. Holding onto his shoe, it seemed like the lower half of his shin just disappeared, pants leg going limp. If he turned off the prosthetic for a bit, the pain might stop. But even the break made him irritable at himself. He'd have to work on that. But just a couple of minutes sitting, that would help a little.
"Have you noticed anything unusual about the terrain yet while you've been scouting?"
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"I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary, yet; it seems to be your standard forest. On the downside that also means I haven't noticed any signs of civilization or sentient population. At the very least, it's promising that we didn't accidentally kill anyone in the crash."
Animals, yes, but people that could turn against them? Hopefully no.
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"Guess I shouldn't even joke about that. It can happen, after all."
He shook his head at the thought tiredly. After the violent mixed bag they'd been dealing with for whatever indeterminate period of time just passed, encountering things that were historic or fantastical had lost its novelty.
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"I doubt it would; that would be giving us the advantage."
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That was almost genuine optimism. Or what he could pretend was.
After watching her move her hair out of the way, knead at what looked like a painful crick, he offered his own hand. "Let me help with that. Can't imagine that suit is easy on you." And given the attacks, he'd wager she'd been wearing it for a while.
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"If you can even get past my jets. Great in the air, not so well suited for the ground."
Even just sitting, though, affords her some small amount of relief that she'd been denying herself.
"I'm glad, too, that I am among capable people."
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"You should probably take a longer break when we make it back. We had a lot to deal with. Whatever the hell that mess was." Thing after thing after thing. "Didn't seem like there was an end to 'em. And some people knew what they were, and other people didn't. Like they came from a lot of places."
Not that their techs had the means to figure out what was going on anymore.
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