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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
Yori | OTA
The good thing is, Yori can pilot a transport perfectly well now. She's been spending a lot of time in one of the little ships in case it were necessary to take people outside and avoid the virus.
She's a lot less happy about the way the Moira is shuddering around them. How many times is this ship-system going to crash?
"This way!" she calls to anyone just reaching the transport deck. "There's room, but hurry!"
2. after the crash
Getting her transport down safe was a good start. But there's all kinds of work to do if they're going to have an organized crew and not a complete mess.
Helping to count inventory is simple, work she doesn't have to think too much about. Later, as the light changes Yori finds herself delivering food and water to the people still searching the rubble. Nothing complicated. Those who need energy and won't come back to take a break shouldn't complain.
"Want an energy bar?" she calls to the next crewmember. "Water? We have plenty." She's tracking the use, but really, there are a lot of provisions for the organic crew.
3. closed to Rinzler
That's never a good sign.
She lurks near the transports whenever she can manage to make an excuse for working there, hoping Rinzler will come to check the ships--his responsibility. If he doesn't, he's even worse off than she suspects. Is he avoiding her?
Everything has been crazy, but there's time now; no telling what will happen next. She's determined to talk to him while she can.
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Considering their current predicament, it might not be hard to guess which. He stills as Yori enters scan-range, hesitating just a beat too long to be casual before he turns to face her. The black helmet ducks, acknowledging, but Rinzler doesn't reach for his MID yet.
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She moves closer at a slow pace, not wanting to crowd Rinzler. The harsh sound and the delay hint that he's upset. There are so many things to be upset or angry about she can't begin to list them. He doesn't look like he wants to talk. No surprise. She'd better try her best, though, or she will never figure out if she could have helped.
"I hope they tell you how sorry they are for ignoring your warnings," she comments with a sigh. This crash is far worse than the last one. If the ship captains don't at least acknowledge that Rinzler had warned them about that danger...
They all have to work together for now, without distractions. Yori might have some words to say later.
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They're users. Fair was never a consideration.
He doesn't want to think about that though. Especially not now. The enforcer's helmet turns back toward Yori before angling a fraction to the side. Status?
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She's not sure Rinzler ever got the alert she tried to send earlier when Clu spoke to her, but since they're both here now with no sign Clu is going to interfere, that isn't urgent. Unsettling, but not urgent. It certainly won't help Rinzler relax at all. She can tell him before he leaves.
"I've been working on inventory since then," she glosses over the post-crash events. "But I'd rather rest in the transport than in a tent." Power supply if necessary, defensible walls, a way to lock Clu out or escape if she really had to...along with a good chance Rinzler would show up at some point. Plenty of reasons.
She shakes her head to clear out the question of what Clu is doing. Rinzler is here. That's more important.
Yori reaches out to brush his elbow, hoping he'll let her have the reassurance. They've lost so much all over again--she appreciates Rinzler as a constant. "What have you been doing?" she asks, in hope of getting a little more detail than whether he believes he's functional.
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Rest might not be high on Rinzler's list of preferred activities, but it's a sensible enough priority for Yori. He's about to step aside and let her get to it... when fingers brush lightly against his arm. He freezes, startled, glancing down.
Not done, then. The helmet rises, stills again for an uncertain pause. But the query is too much to dismiss with a binary, and as sharp as Clu's admonitions against users had been recently... he hadn't said anything about this. (He shouldn't need to. Even putting function entirely aside, Rinzler knows what Yori's looking for, and it's not him.)
He wants to loop that process even less. Redirect: data request. The enforcer reaches for his MID, faintly surprised when it turns on this time. The glitch on impact hadn't been a welcome one.
Monitoring transport ships.
Assessing for needed repair or maintenance.
Brief patrol.
More simply put: keeping busy.
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Retconning the MID use as TAB use, considering the update!
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2. here we go again
Still. Finding nobody is better than finding parts of anybody.
"Water?" He doesn't need it, but that means other supplies. Head up, eager, bright, and--oh. Oh. Now the voice places, data ticking over past the task.
Have a very, long, look.
"You're sure there's nothing stronger in that kit?"
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Despite her desperate fear and several chances aboard ship, he hasn't taken Rinzler from her yet, or tracked her down either. She really doesn't want to renew hostilities now, on a crash site with everyone who might defend her very distracted.
Yori's private stash of small items with batteries or halfway compatible power sources never leaves her bag, which is useful now that they've evacuated twice and lost just about everything left aboard. The admin has identified her; no use pretending she doesn't know what he means. "Different energy for you?" She digs out a half-empty battery, once part of a toy. "No generators set up yet, but that might help."
Unwilling to get too close, Yori tosses the small cylinder with a polite, gentle underhand.
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He can tell perfectly when someone doesn't want to be found, and other than a constant, choking envy of everyone who seems to be reaching Rinzler in ways he hasn't managed--oh, what difference does that make now, with crew trapped under the stones?
Besides, she's making herself very useful, and that calm demeanor will only become more valuable as they locate the rest.
"Water's good for the dust," small talk, easy from the jawbone, waiting to see if she'll spring--less than eight percent chance--or flee and leave him empty-handed. "Bad for the rest of it, though--!"
Well that was downright elegant, a soft decorous arc that he interrupts with a sharp and eager flicker of fingers.
Alas. Double A, and partially depleted. (The remnants of his kingdom for a twelve-volt DC...)
Still, it's much, much nicer than going hungry, and it's a smoother draw than some of the near-mystical fusion-stuff they'd had before.
"...Thank you," earnestly enough, surprising himself. Then, a little arch: "Assuming I can catch them, do I bring the survivors to you?"
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She can't forgive him for what he's done to Rinzler...but she doesn't need to think about that while they're all trying to salvage what they can. Rinzler wouldn't want her to provoke anything. Still, Yori needs a calming moment before she can respond. "You're welcome." It's a little flat with disbelief, but not angry, which is all she can ask.
"Medical is set up over there." She points out the distant gleam of a makeshift tent by the escape pods. "The crew count is still in progress, but if you find someone badly hurt, shout and they'll come handle transport. If I'm here I can run a message, but so can anyone else. I'm just working on supply inventory myself." She jerks her head toward her cargo of food and water.
Most of the Users are safe by now, but it's so hard to be certain how many are missing. "Have you found anyone? My MID has been flickering so much I wouldn't be sure where to start, even if I were any use at digging."
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The distinction is thin, is semantic, and will not stop him long now that they're without a ship. His real priorities are already reasserting themselves, choices narrowing in neat inescapable loops: it is not ideal, he has to fix it, and it had better be perfect when he's done.
But even if they can't be crew anymore, she herself is no User.
"Well, that's good." It's sudden praise, harsh with disuse; he coughs to cover it. "Isolating the remainders is important. Besides, there were life-signs this way and if they're lucky, they'll be thirsty or whatever else, instead of hurt."
A grotesque inference flits to the top of the queue: he may be digging for empty MIDs, unattached devices still crying for help.
...Impossible to be certain, when others aren't finished running the comparison against the official roster. Whatever cannot be verified cannot be analysed, therefore: irrelevant. He must continue--they are crew. Can't lose even one, not if he can prevent it.
But Yori's next words whip his head around and bring a practiced, deliberate genial grin to his face. A subsidiary function, self-chosen and small, and a salve against the relentless grind of directive:
"No kidding? That's what I actually do here--assess and repair crew-to-ship interactivity platforms and devices, MIDs in particular."
Pause.
"Uh--" wave of the hand like a visual question mark, "May I?"
If the asking is weird, it's in no small part because it's so new to him.
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"Thank you..." Polite. Yori's fighting hard not to acknowledge the sheer terror at the idea, she can't quite manage any sort of title. "But I don't think mine should be a priority, it's far from the only one broken."
She hopes he'll accept the thin excuse; can't help edging a step back, in case he's really after the evidence of her messages to Rinzler. Or something worse.
Could she run fast enough if she had to? Probably not. But with luck he doesn't think she's much of a priority right now either.
"Which way are the signals you're seeing?" Distraction, quick.
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The ship shudders again around them, and Tron hurries forward with the last group of crewmembers. "I think that's the last that we can take on this shuttle," he calls out. "We should go."
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Does Tron have as much flight experience as Rinzler? That would be a lot more than her own limited lessons. Maybe not in Rinzler's ships? There isn't time to compare qualifications now, though. If she's going to make it safely with her skill level she needs to take an early launch window, and her transport is full.
She dashes to the pilot seat and calls, "Get clear of the door!" for the sake of anyone who isn't. Checklist: close door, check air pressure and oxygen, check seal, light engine... "Strap in! This might get tricky," she advises everyone in the back.
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As a trainee pilot on these little ships, Yori's not sure flying through a field full of escape pods will go well. Definitely not worth the risk. There are other small ships with better-trained pilots, plus the actual emergency pods. "Don't worry," she adds, "I'll get you aboard."
Leaving anyone behind sits wrong, but especially Yori can't leave a User who might have trouble running to the next option.
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It's a break, too, from not knowing what's going to turn up under the next charred panel. Bel hasn't found anyone in this area yet, but that doesn't mean they won't.
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Yori holds out a bottle with an orange on the label. "If you need anything else out here, I can try to make it happen." She grimaces at the wreckage of the system she'd come to like. It's hard to know how to mourn the programs she's never met. Some of the computers were safe. Had there been backup copies rescued of the rest? She doesn't know. It's not on the checklist.
But the Users trapped here might still live. Priorities.
Continue here?
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Mostly in that he no longer has his right arm.
"Water would be nice," he says softly, deactivating his omni-blade and moving to slide off of the pile.
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There's not as much scavenged plain water as they're going to need if this takes any significant amount of time, but she hasn't found any drink crates labeled for Nihlus either. "Here." It's her own canteen, filled from one of the distilled water tanks. She takes a moment to open the lid. Nihlus looks tired. Yori's sure he could get the lid open one-handed, but why make him.
"Need anything else while I'm around?"
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And then he just kind of. Stops. His fingers hovering a few millimeters away from actually grasping the bottle.
"Yori," he says, tones suddenly unreadable. "Have you spoken with Rinzler yet?"
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Not that he'd been talkative when she had seen him. Active threats in their system made Security programs very cranky. He'd sent a few messages about where Yori should not under any circumstances go, she had done her part by hiding.
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No, really, what IS he doing right now?
Leaving the bottle in her hand, he pulls back slowly, straightening up and drawing in a careful breath.
"You should talk with him. Whenever you have the chance to."
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Guessing what Rinzler will confirm and what would send him away from her side in stubborn avoidance is always a difficult analysis. "It can be hard to get him to say much unless I ask the right questions."
She studies Nihlus for a moment. The details of the battle hadn't made it to her in all the confusion, but it was hard to miss that he'd been reported dead and still lacked a limb. At least that seems to be a stable loss, not fracturing further as a program might.
Rinzler's ally is very upset; they'd been fighting a virus. Yori suspects she can make a rough outline. No wonder Rinzler has been even less willing to talk than usual.
"Maybe you could suggest a question or two?" She extends the water again. If he was thirsty enough to ask in the first place, she's not leaving him without a supply.
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