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famed & framed
"There will be no prison which can hold our movement down."
The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar.
Yet, unlike most new crew arrivals, this one is in the middle of chaos.
Despite more recent events, the planet of Emiri is not as peaceful as it once was. Frederick Link is still missing, and the authorities of Emiri have yet to lift the interplanetary ban they have placed on all space crafts docked at the aerospace. The captains previous held a meeting asking crew for any and all information that might help them locate the Komai, a mysterious group determined to undermine Link'd Inc's work providing flourishing matches across the universe by causing random acts of violence and protest across the three main cities: Harashan, Avelle, and St. Murtel. These things have led to mass arrests as well as an unsettling atmosphere spreading across the planet, and since a previous broadcast, things are beginning to escalate.
A downward spiral of these events begins as soon as new arrivals start to leave the Ingress—an unmarked box arrives in the cargo bay addressed to the inhabitants of the Moira. As per his job, Niko Bellic is the one to discover this box and open it. For some, the contents may be particularly gruesome. Link’s body is inside, clothed in a simple white button-down and pants (no shoes), and it looks as if letters have begun to bleed through the material. Anyone with expert knowledge of torture may note that Link was, in fact, tortured for information, and those letters? The writing itself spells out the name St. Murtel.
The captains, having been alerted of this, make an attempt to contact those at Link’d Inc. Unfortunately, the damage has already been done.
☄ First: MISCOMMUNICATIONSomehow, whether intentional or not, the Komai have once again hacked public systems and networks to brand those of the Moira as the ones behind these terroristic acts. They still use their own name, but the images are different, focusing on familiar faces wearing the ship’s uniforms and traveling to the Aerospace to return to the Moira. Not only that, there are short recordings of Link’s final words that mention a very recognizable name: Captain Thán. The Komai have redirected the blame to the Moira and its crew for their own means, and in response, any and all crew who are captured by authorities will immediately be detained and shipped out to unknown locations. The Captains send a message via MID and request everyone return to the ship to prevent this from happening. Yet, not all messages will be delivered depending on how far away they are.
With everyone’s safety hanging in the balance, the Captains have decided to take things into their own hands and find a way to lift the block on the Moira so they can leave Emiri’s orbit and avoid further repercussions regardless of whether or not any one of the crew wants to stay.
☄ Second: DECOY & DISTRACT After learning that Benjamin Link, son of recently deceased Frederick Link, knows how to unlock the ship so they can leave, the captains ask for volunteers to act as decoys on a mission to the Aerospace in Harashan. Their job is to distract guards and Emiri citizens, leaving the path clear for Benjamin to get to the computers. The captains reiterate that they are to use nonfatal methods as they don’t want a repeat of the events on Caducus Primary. Without his help, the ship won’t be able to leave, making this mission critical and extremely time sensitive. ☄ Third: RESCUEDuring the mission, Benjamin informs the crew that the Komai aren’t incorrect in their claims that Link’d Inc uses unforgivable means to obtain information in order to make their matches perfect. The children the crew dreamed about are just two of many—the offspring of Emirian citizens who had gone missing. It has long been suspected that Link’d Inc was involved in their disappearances, but only recently has the Komai done anything to shed light on these gruesome rumors. Benjamin, after successfully unlocking the ship, disables the security systems in St. Murtel, which will allow the children a chance to escape. They’ll need assistance in getting out of St. Murtel and to a pre-designated area in Avelle where a group of Komai and Emirians will be waiting for them.
But be careful. If anyone is recognized as part of the crew, they will be placed under arrest for treason and possibly never heard from again. ☄ Fourth: BREAKING OUTNow that the computer systems in Harashan’s Aerospace have been used to release the Moira, the entire crew are being called back via MID for an expedient exit from Emiri. Crew will be asked to assist other Moirans in getting back to the ship as quickly as possible via transporters or other small crafts as leaving is their only option at this point. In the escape, Emiri launches an attack on the Moira in an attempt to stop them. The ship’s previously unused defense systems activate, and those assigned to those positions are required to man their posts. Perhaps even those who don’t have the clearance are needed. Either way, it’s time to leave. ☄ Fifth: REFUGEESNow that the ship has finally escaped Emiri’s orbit, the crew will notice a group of stragglers in the main hall. During the crew’s quick exit, about fifty Emirians have taken refuge aboard the Moira, and the captains have agreed to take them to the closest planet so they may start again or live a life free of Link’d Inc “rule”. The captains ask the crew to help get them clothes and food for their short stay, no longer than a day at most, and to occupy them as best they can. Tell jokes, sing songs, bring up the kittens so that everyone can attempt to wind down after this series of unfortunate events. Light entertainment won’t be provided, but on request, some crew members may do just that.
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thisavrou_log2016-02-01 11:09 am
entertainment! im using action because prose...my age old enemy....
A-alright, I'll humor you.
[The old man'll lean against a nearby wall, his arms folded over his chest as he watches Sans cautiously.]
Who-- wh-who's there.
AW YEAH bring it on old man
Boo.
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Boo who.
[please have a good punchline Sans don't disappoint this poor old man]
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Aw, c'mon, the Moira isn't so bad, gramps.
[Delivered with all the grinning glee of someone who really didn't know the difference.]
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....y-you know what? I'll give you that one. Fif-fifty points to... Gryffindoor, for actually having the balls to tell such a shitty joke like that.
[But you know, he can also appreciate bad jokes too. They're criminal, really but the reactions were always priceless.]
How about this: Wh-why'd the skeleton have to go to the hospital? [He's PRETTY sure Sans' heard all the skeleton jokes but still.. he can't resist]
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Gee, I dunno, man. [He grinned, joining Rick against the wall in anticipation of the punchline.] Why?
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Heh heh, I knew a doctor once who had a few jokes like that. [Beat.] Always had me in stitches.
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Y'know, for a skeleton you... y-you're pretty humerus. R-really hit me in the funny bone, that joke did. [someone stop these two]
I-I bet you know a skele-ton of those kinds of jokes, huh? Heheh, yeah. [His smile widens a little more, and he looks at Sans curiously.]
But the real question is: i-if you and another skeleton get it on, would 'ya call it boning?
jesus
I dunno, never had the opportunity, most people tend to look right through me. [He winked, holding out a hand.] Name's Sans.
im so sorry
Rick Sanchez.
[He'll give the hand a single shake before taking it back, and he gestures with one of his hands towards the.. general vicinity of the ship.]
So you been here long? O-or did you get the pleasure of being dragged onto this ship in the middle of this... whatever's been going on here?
ilu so much
[He gestured to nothing at all, somehow exemplifying exactly how much of a shitshow Emiri was.]
Trust me, you catch on quick.
and ilu....
[Rick shrugs slightly, not looking particularly bothered by the actual shitshow this place was.]
You ever been stuck on a planet where literally every living being is some kind of hipster douchebag? There's always this... just constant stream of whiny little punkass bitches complaining whenever they see someone wearing the same colour of clothing as them. They got their shitty Modest Mouse and.. J-Johnny Eats World or whatever playing on every speaker in town.
Wh-why is it a whole planet of hipsters, anyway? It's practically mainstream to be one at that point it's-- i-i-it's a fucking paradox.
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Heh, can't say I have. We've only got one hipster where I'm from, but he can be a real ass. [Ohh, that's good. He'd have to remember that if he ever got back to Grillby's. It would kill.] You do a lot of space travel, old man?
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You name it, I-I've been to it. [Usually Rick's not one to talk about his space travel in front of random strangers, but he can dig Sans' humor! Lucky you, skeleton man.]
It's not even just space travel, been across dimensions and alternate timelines. M-met another Rick before who's a totally clean guy-- thinks he's above us all j-just 'cause he doesn't enjoy a good drink every now and then. Fucking asshole. [Getting off track a little bit, but Sans can probably get the idea here.]
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What did this guy know, exactly?]
For real? [He blinked, trying to comprehend how much of this guy he should be taking seriously. The dude did smell like he liked taking dips in a pool of acetone.] How'd you manage that?
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Portal gun, yo. [He says that like it's the obvious answer.] Th-that baby can make portals to any dimension you can think of. It can do other planets o-or different locations on the same planet you're currently at, too.
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Weird.]
Oh yeah? Sorta like a shortcut machine. Sounds pretty slick, you have it on you?
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Ah, too bad for you.
[He'd say I do, except the tone of his voice says it quite nicely in return.]
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What, y'saying you've got one yourself? [He sounds a tad incredulous. Like, surely Sans is just fucking with him, right? He wouldn't stick around if he had a portal gun himself, so surely he doesn't have shit.]
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Sure do, it's right over there.
[He pointed, just past Rick's shoulder.]
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Voip.]
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...what]
...are you fucking with me?
[He looks behind his shoulder again, feeling vaguely uncomfortable with Sans having just disappeared like that.]
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