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( april intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: April 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Del Pascia
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the correctional facility of Del Pascia.
Warnings: Mentions of blood. Please label your content!

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"I feel liberated when I'm doing it, and I want other people to feel liberated through it."

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. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.

Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. This process consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.

With the combined efforts of the crew, the terror plaguing the ship has been successfully removed from the Moira. Yet, it doesn’t come without consequences. Aside from the overall state of those aboard the ship, the Moira itself has taken considerable damage across various sections. Overall functionality seems stable for now, but with necessary repairs to be made and few supplies to actually make them with, the Captains have set a course for any nearby planet with the hope of finding what they need. However, that is much closer than it appears. As new arrivals begin coming through the Ingress, a message is received by those in the Tower and broadcast to everyone:
Please be advised. Your vessel is now entering Restricted Space. As per penal code 65208-A, only authorized personnel are to be admitted beyond this point. If necessary, further assistance will be provided once docked.
As there is little choice, the Captains instruct Navigation to proceed with caution. All transporters will be required to assist in taking those who volunteer to the main hub.

WELCOME TO CORRECTIONAL FACILITY DEL PASCIA

Del Pascia is one of many facilities across the universe built to maintain and rehabilitate its inhabitants. With a combined populace of both prisoners and employed civilians, it functions as both prison and living quarters. The central section of Del Pascia is divided into multiple floors that branch out into subdivisions of the facility—clearly and precisely labeled. For those contracted to work in the prison, Del Pas Main is home. There are cafeterias, common areas for exercise and general downtime, divided residences, and work stations. Beyond this area, each remaining wing of Del Pascia separates into cell blocks A through F with similar facilities available to the inmates. Varying degrees of criminals are brought to Del Pascia, ranging from maximum security to juvenile offenders, and security differs depending on which block is visited.

Yet, there is something peculiar about this prison upon further investigation: there are no living persons within Del Pascia. The AI, which runs and oversees all of Del Pascia, has made arrangements with the Moira so that those who wish may board and take what is needed to begin repairs. This program, while generally polite in nature, goes simply by the name D-E-L.

☄ ENJOY YOUR STAY ... IN PRISON

Those who choose to go to Del Pascia will find themselves greeted by D-E-L. It has already agreed to terms with the Captains, allowing crew to strip nonessential supplies that aren’t needed since the station’s crew and prisoners were relocated due to funding cuts. The only condition placed upon this agreement is that any crew wishing to explore must undergo a mandatory decontamination before proceeding through the rest of Del Pascia. This process takes only minutes and is guaranteed to cause no physical side effects. Following this simple procedure, exploration is open with only warnings to be careful about damaging key systems. It is important to note that there are various security cameras located throughout the correctional facility, and it is not uncommon for D-E-L to comment or show concern for those exploring parts of Del Pascia.

☄ DEATH BECOMES YOU

There is salvage to be found in all parts of the facility, including the cell blocks and infirmaries of the prison wings. However, there is something odd about these sectors, a strange charge in the air that follows you as you search for anything useful to bring back to the Moira. Perhaps it is the eyes of D-E-L watching? But then, after an indiscernible amount of time, it's like a switch is flipped. Suddenly, you are wearing your sins where anyone but you can see. For however much death you have wrought or committed, there will be blood on your hands—perhaps even further than that. This bizarre occurrence will appear as an almost digital skin and will not vanish until outside the cell blocks. If exploring the infirmaries for supplies, any and all health stats throughout your life will be visible and easy to read by anyone who happens to take an interest.

For those who have killed once or twice, they might find a red stain on their hands, but the higher the kill count will result in larger proportions of blood covering their arms and, in extreme cases, perhaps their entire body. The blood will vanish once you have left the prison wing, though you may occasionally see a flicker of the image while anywhere on the station. The same goes for health stats viewed in infirmary sections of Del Pascia.

☄ WHAT WAS THAT SOUND?

Del Pascia is a very large station and has been abandoned for quite some time. D-E-L will regretfully inform anyone who asks that some nonessential areas have fallen into disrepair. It will warn that exploring these areas can be risky as it has no knowledge of what damage these sections have taken. Regardless of that, if you venture in, you’ll find that these sections are in rather bad shape. Exposed wiring sparks in the walls, a great variety of broken tools are thrown about, and it seems that every camera has been purposely broken. Venturing in further will yield valuable components for salvage, and yet... as before, you suspect you aren’t alone. It isn’t often, but sometimes, you might hear a step falling moments after yours or a rattle coming from the vents. Every time you go to investigate... whatever made the noise is gone.

Should the AI be queried about this, D-E-L will emphasize that all personnel and prisoners were removed and that there is no one on board except crew from the Moira.

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[After Ceta, the idea of stopping off anywhere has Han a little on edge. At least when they're in flight they're progressing toward something, whether or not it's the promised way home. At least they're not causing trouble-- and from what he's heard they've done even more of that before the gaseous planet. It's not the sort of thing he'd willingly associate, but so far he's not seeing a lot of choices.

Before they're near enough to need to shuttle in, Han heads up to see what they're approaching.

He's got a bad feeling about this.

The girl definitely isn't talking to him, but she catches his attention all the same, and he can't bite back an incredulous comment.]

Jakku?

[Why the hell would anyone want to go there, much less stay there? Kid, you might as well be from Tatooine at that rate.]

[Rey is almost too lost in her own thoughts to notice the Force signature enter the room. It seems... familiar, but she hasn't had enough time to explore her powers to really know who it might be. All she knows is that as soon as that elevator opens and this person steps into the room, her heart and perhaps her very soul warm.

The feeling takes her completely by surprise, and Rey is already turning to see who is behind her when he speaks. She hasn't yet realized that her planet may not exist in this dimension, so someone knowing where she's from isn't that shocking. What does shock her is exactly who the person is.

He's younger, so much younger, but she would recognize that smug expression and those eyes anywhere, at any age. Rey knows that for a moment, her heart stops. The air is stolen from her lungs. Everything is frozen for a few precious moments when she sees him.

Because Han Solo is alive. And she simply knows that he isn't the Han Solo she knew for such a short time, but made such an impact on her life.

Maybe it's the Force telling her, or maybe it's simply intuition. But she knows that something is different about him, besides his age. He hasn't just gone back in time; he's from a different time altogether. It shouldn't make any sense, but it simply does. Rey can't explain it, and at this moment, she doesn't want to. All she wants is to touch his shoulder, to hear him speak again, to make sure he's really here and not a figment of her imagination.

Time resumes for her, and hot tears burn in her eyes.

Rey knows that she can't tell him what will happen to him. Or what might happen to him. She isn't sure what effect that would have. On him, on this place, on her. On anything. Her heart is about to burst and she doesn't know what to do with the feeling. The last time she'd felt this way, she had thought Finn dead in her arms.

So instead, she turns away to face the vastness of space once more, hoping its openness will calm her. And that he won't have seen the pain on her face.]

Jakku.

[An affirmation, given by a voice that shouldn't be as steady as it is.]

It's where I'm from.

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[Indeed, Han is alive and whole and well, utterly clueless that he'll ever be anything but. He's up here to take in the sights, not greet newcomers, but there's a certain odd sense of responsibility he feels when she mentions a place he's heard of. There are a number of them already from home-- no one from Jakku, as far as he knows, but then as far as he knows it's just a mining colony at best, nothing of note. It kind of feels like they should stick together, to whatever extent that's possible, with all their conflicting years and factions of origin.

For a second, he sees something in her eyes-- or thinks he sees something, brief and alarmed and... Not familiar, but close. But she turns away before he can make any sense of it, and when she speaks she sounds perfectly calm, so maybe he was wrong about that.

Lucky Han, he hasn't got any senses other than the usual ones.]

Well, it's a long way from here.

[Sympathetic as he's trying to be, he can't help but sound a little sarcastic, too. This ship seems like an upgrade from being stuck in some corners of their galaxy.]

But I guess they told you that when you got here.

[As she fights down the wetness in her eyes, Rey can't help but smile. The expression is raw and pained. In this moment, she both loves and hates this gift the universe has given her. Because even though she knows what will eventually come to pass and that she could save him, she also knows that she cannot. Even with her limited understanding of the Force, she still knows that it does everything for a reason. That even though there is nothing she can do for Han, that she must have met him now for some purpose. It makes her almost sick to think about how she might never know what that is.

But she will do her best to make use of the time she has now, to get to know the man she'd heard so much about. To know what he'd been like before the wars had damaged him so much that even General Organa could hardly speak his name without a certain look in her eye.

Rey masters herself, and turns partway to face him. She's still reeling a bit from his appearance alone, but manages to give a coherent answer. She can't even muster up an appropriately sarcastic response.]

They told me a lot of things when I got here. Too many things for any of them to seem true.

[ It seems normal enough to be a little bit shaken, looking out from here. Half the people he's run into have never been in space, and for them it seems impossible; for those who've lived with the reality of traveling between systems, it's still an impossible distance to contemplate. The prospect of being dragged between galaxies is completely unreal. No matter how long he's looked-- and he has, here and at whatever navigational materials he could get his hands on-- he has yet to find anything familiar. ]

It seems like some of them are, at least.

[ Han isn't going to put his faith in the captains without more reason, but so far all the evidence points to this being too far from home to get back on his own. Their own, since there are quite a few of them now. More and more, apparently. ]

Half the people here I've never heard of where they're from.

[Honestly, Rey had only just come to terms with the fact that it would be a long time before she returned to Jakku, if she did at all. Suddenly showing up on a ship she didn't know in a star system that may not have existed in her own dimension... that was a little much for her to take in all at once. So shaken is an accurate word for what she's feeling, if mild.

She looks sideways at him, still not really able to meet his eyes. But she knows what she'd see if she did: crafty, cocky, and a little less wise than the ones she'd come to know during her short time with him.]

Where are you from?

[She knows the answer, but she wants to keep this conversation going for as long as possible. Small talk isn't her forte, but she'll give it a shot if it means he won't walk away just yet.

[ Hey, Han thinks he's plenty wise. More than wise enough. ]

Corellia, but I travel a lot.

[ Which she has no reason to know, being a complete stranger. Has he ever been to Jakku? Racking his brain, he can't come up with an answer. He's been to enough places like it to have a feel for it. Tough place to grow up, he imagines. ]

Han Solo. Captain of the Millennium Falcon, not that it makes much difference, here.

[ Someday one of these strangers will be appropriately impressed by that. He's holding out hope. ]

[Travels a lot. That's such an understatement. She can't help it. Rey allows herself a small indulgence, a brief interlude into her past, into his future. She can never tell him how she knows, but she is certain that the recognition will mean a lot to him. Hazel eyes turn towards the vast emptiness before them, which is only punctuated by the looming planet they're approaching. She can't look at him when she says it. Her voice is soft, but there's no mistaking the admiration in her voice:]

You made the Kessel Run in twelve parsecs.

[That's right, twelve. She remembers how he had chastised her for saying fourteen when they had first met. To her, Han will always be the infamous smuggler, not the war hero that almost everyone else remembered him as.]

[Kid, you just made a friend. Some thirty years ahead of schedule, even.

(From a certain point of view.)]

That's me,

[he affirms, and that cocky attitude that's so much a part of who he is now shows through in the way he grins. His ego doesn't really need it but he appreciates it all the same. Jakku is pretty out of the way, after all. Good to know how far news travels.]

You have a name?

[His smile and mood are infectious, and Rey can't help but feel her lips widening into a grin along with him. She would trade almost anything to have had this memory of him in her own time. To know him before the war had torn away a part of him was a gift she wasn't about to waste.]

Rey.

[Her heart still aches, but at least there's some hope mixed with the pain. Hope that she can use this time to learn from him, to become his friend out of something other than necessity.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Solo.

[As happy as she is to see him alive and well, she can't help but give her tone a bit of a sarcastic edge and raise her hand in a mock salute, just to see if it'll get under his skin.]

[ Why does he get the distinct feeling you're sassing him, Rey? ]

Likewise.

[ The salute gets a raised eyebrow, but come on, it's not like he's going to turn down being called Captain Solo. (He's also not going to insist on it. He'll just laugh if she keeps it up.)

Probably he ought to be asking questions-- trying to figure out when she's from in addition to where, whether she knows the Republic or the Empire, where she fits in to their strange galactic expatriate mess-- but he's still kind of puzzling over things. It's not that she's familiar, there's just something in the way she speaks that makes him feel like maybe she should be. It's strange. Not bad, but odd.

Fortunately he's one of the few people here who'll write that off, since he can't and won't poke around with the Force. ]

They tell you what you're supposed to do around here?

[Because she's totally sassing him.

Honestly, Rey is fine with just this casual conversation. It means more to her than she'll ever let on, getting to speak to him this way: no urgency, no First Order or Resistance breathing down their necks, no rathtars. It's a simple thing to take pleasure in, but Rey had always appreciated the smaller gifts of life. Mostly because she had grown up in a desert, which left those things few and far between.]

I'm supposed to be a transport technician. [She's actually more excited about that than she sounds. Still:] I should be a pilot though, probably.

[ Well, sass does seem to be the major export of their galaxy. Sass and family drama. Thank goodness Han is only tangentially involved with the latter. ]

Yeah? Well, you've got plenty to do.

[ Because of course, guess where Han works and what his priorities are. He's absolutely certain they can get more out of those little engines, once he's got a better sense of how they work. And why would you not want to do that? The Falcon might've seemed like a piece of junk by her time, but a lot of its mismatch and odd wiring was intentional. The fastest ship in the galaxy doesn't come off the factory floor. ]

And the guy in charge'll give you a flight test, probably if you want it or not.

[Haha Rey isn't involved with the latter at all! Which isn't really something that deserves an exclamation point. But hey, if she really is a Skywalker, she'll finally get the chance.]

I'm sure. I can't imagine what kind of lackluster set-up they've got.

[Because there's no way that she can't improve their systems. Even though she's never seen the ships, or half this technology, Rey already knows that she's going to make the transports better than anyone could imagine. Which is good, since she's still half considering stealing one and venturing out on her own.]

Do I get to take one of the actual transports, or is it a simulation?

[Because one of those would turn her considerations into concrete plans.]

[Someday Han's illusions will be shattered when he learns why tall, dark, and angry greeted him with his fists, but for now he's blissfully unaware of his future. Which is good, because it's hard enough keeping up with his present, here.

Without seeing the ships that sounds like a bit of a boast, but Han has seen them and he absolutely agrees. Even if he hasn't sorted out yet how to do so.]

Actual transports. He's a little strange, but if you know your stuff it'll be fine.

[Rey smiles to herself when he says that. It definitely looks like she might actually be able to snag one of the transports for herself without much trouble. Except for the person in charge, of course. That might pose a problem. But she can always figure that out when she gets to it. No use worrying too much about it right now.]

I've flow almost everything there is. So yeah, I'll be fine.

[Simulations of almost everything. The Falcon was the only actual ship she'd ever flown. But there's no need to tell him that.]

[Taking one is likely easier than keeping one. He can appreciate the impulse. They've both got places they'd rather be, after all, even if they're decades apart.

He can't judge her on her claims, half because he hasn't seen her in action yet, and half because... well, he'd said damn near the same thing to Rinzler when asked for his qualifications as a pilot. At this rate they're gonna end up with too many qualified pilots, not too few.]

Yeah, you probably will.

[He's got a hunch. And, hey, at this rate their galaxy has a pretty good claim to those shuttles, with how many of them are stationed down there.]

[He may never know how much that acknowledgement means to her. Rey doesn't keep many things close to her heart, but this will be added to that very short list. The job he'd offered her on the Falcon was another memory she holds dear; it seems as if Han Solo is just really good at making her sentimental.]

What do you do here?

[She really, really hopes it's something with the transports as well.]

[ As a wise woman once said, he's got his moments. ]

Flying one of those transports.

[ Which makes them officially coworkers, even if she didn't take the job he won't offer her for some thirty years. Isn't timetravel great? ]

[Oh gosh, she's fangirling all over again. Rey tries to act like she isn't bubbling with excitement on the inside.]

I don't think they could have you do anything else.

[Listen, thirty years in the future, she will never stroke his ego this much. But she honestly missed out on her chance and is just making up for it a little bit. Don't get used to it.]

[Too late, he is already firmly counting her as an admirer. (Yes, it has occurred to him that she could have ulterior motives. No, he's not really ready to trust her. It doesn't matter, he can enjoy the attention either way.) Congratulations, Rey, you're his favorite of the kids. The category 'kids' is flexible, and may or may not include his future in-laws.]

They could, but they'd be disappointed.

[And so would he. He's not entirely sure how they choose, but. That's a concern he's not willing to voice, not here, not yet.]

i'll introduce you around.

[Honestly, Han is the only approval she cares about right now. But just wait until she meets Leia. He might be booted off her list real quick. Kickass space princesses can do that.]

How many people are there working with the transports?

About a half dozen. I don't know some of 'em too well, but there's a couple others from home.

[Which is a funny thing to call it, considering how vastly separated all their home planets are, but strange galaxies make strange bedfellows.]

[Regardless, she knows what he means and it is a small comfort. In a strange way.]

That's good to know. At least we'll have something in common.

Just don't believe anything Lando tells you without running it by me first.

[After what happened in Cloud City, the least he can do is screw with the guy a little.]

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HELLO I HOPE THIS IS OK if not let me know &cetera

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AGREED 100%

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wow what i gross typo i made there

ahaha i didn't even notice!

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