thisavrou_log | ( 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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[Leia starts back, a strangled little noise escaping her. The shriek startles her more than the woman's presence--and then, in the silence that follows, she catches sight of the writing floating next to her.

Name: Padmé

It's all she needs to see, especially combined with the big-eyed face. She's a lot like you, actually. Short.

And then Leia thinks to glance over and see what her text says. Leia Organa, sure, but then everything from her weight to the interrogator droid Vader used on her, and she takes another step back.]

I need to speak to you. [Her voice is steady but tense.] Somewhere else.

[ Padmé places a hand over her heart, trying to calm it. It seems that she's startled the girl (Leia? Organa? Couldn't be related to Bail could she?) as much as she was herself startled, by the wide, shell-shocked look on her face. She glances back at the screen closest, the image now replaced with a long description of her health history, and she frowns. It's...eerie, and she nods, trying to shake the strange feeling off. ]

Of course. Is there a problem?

No--but I'd rather speak outside.

[There are plenty of problems, not least the fact that she'd prefer her mother didn't know every inch of her medical history--not projected next to her face, anyway.

Leia crosses the threshold of the infirmary, unconcerned with the fact that it means appearing to be covered in blood across her chest and arms. Better that than the stories hiding behind that list of past injuries. Looking up at Padmé, she speaks, the question hiding in her tone.]

You're Senator Amidala of Naboo.

[ Padmé follows her out, a million questions bubbling to her lips that are almost instantly dropped when she sees the blood on the other woman's clothing, a stronger than usual rush of concern hitting her. She gasps, reaching out for Leia, gentle fingers on her arm. ]

You're injured!

No--no, I'm fine. Look.

[She rubs at her hands, and though she can't see it, she knows from experience that the illusory blood won't smudge or move for Padmé.]

You don't have to worry. [Please don't worry--don't let the first thing her mother knows of her is fear for her health.] You are the senator, aren't you?

[ Padmé reaches for her hands, scrubbing a thumb over Leia's skin and frowning, before hesitantly pulling away and smoothing her hands down the front of her uniform. She shouldn't have been so forward, but what kind of illusion is this? It almost seems like a projection...and is certainly not a tattoo of any kind. Leia's question breaks her thought process though and she nods, offering her a small smile as an apology. ]

I am... Am I wrong to assume you have a relation with Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan?

[Leia lets her mother rub at her hand, watching Padmé's hands draw back again. This is my mother, is all she can think for a a moment. Beautiful, kind, gentle--and beneath all that, powerful, from what Anakin said.

She shakes her head and opens her mouth to speak, then shuts it again. Sorting this out in Anakin's presence was one thing, but Padmé doesn't appear to recognize her in any way. Desperately though she longs to be known to this woman, she has no real sense of how Padmé would take such an announcement. Before she can do anything else, she needs to figure that out.]

Bail Organa was my father. [For a moment, she wonders if she should say adoptive, but it feels like a disloyal way to refer to the man who was her one and only father until she was brought here.] I'm told you and he were friends.

Yes, him and Breha both. [ Padmé's smile grows, her head tilting a bit as she looks for any of her friend's features in this girl, finding something familiar in the shape of her eyes and nose and cheeks and chin, but can't quite place them. ] It's a pleasure to meet you.

And you.

[There's no denying that Leia looks nothing like an Organa. Her colouring is too light, the shape of her face too much an oval to resemble Breha; at the same time, she lacks Bail's heavier features and wider mouth.

This is not going to be easy. If only Padmé could look at her and feel what Anakin and Obi-Wan had. Instead, Leia's going to have to say it, if she wants it known.]

What I'm going to say might seem very sudden. I'm sorry. [There isn't an easy way to put it, and she can't bear to let Padmé leave thinking she merely met the daughter of friends.] You see, Bail and Breha took me in when I was very young. I barely remembered my first mother, but... [Say it, Leia. Say it.] I know she looked like you.

Like me?

[ Her nose wrinkles a bit in confusion as she continues to smile, not quite catching on to what Leia is trying to insinuate. It makes sense that Bail an Breha adopted (and now she's trying to place the familiarity in others), She has released one or two handmaidens for pregnancy, at their behest of course, but there was no way any of them could be this age. Leia must be close to her own age, if not a few years younger. Unless there is truly that big of a gap in time... ]

[Leia had hoped that would be enough. Padmé is a politician as much as Leia herself, and according to Anakin, a great one. She knows implication and euphemism, all the ways to say something without saying it.

But this is, apparently, too improbable a possibility to be so easily conveyed. She'll have to be blunt.]

You are my mother. [With the smallest emphasis on the word you.] I'm sorry. I know this isn't an ideal introduction.

I'm sorry?

[ It's one thing to claim to be another person's daughter, but her own? Her fingers hover over her stomach subconsciously, questioning, even just for a moment, if she had been pregnant and didn't know it. No, that was impossible. Timelines? Even then?

She can see the familiar features again, and realizes where she's seen them before. Her mirror. She had always wanted children, but to have this adult standing in front of her, it was almost too much to wrap her mind around. ]

[Leia pauses, her lips thinning. She doesn't believe me, she's sure--but why should she? It must sound insane. If a stranger walked up to her and claimed to be her child, wouldn't Leia laugh?

Maybe. Or maybe the Force would guide me.]

We've been brought from different times. [It seems like such a weak explanation now. She moves on to the question she's been using to figure out just how far apart times are.] You're familiar with the Clone Wars, aren't you?

( april intro log )

del pascia; medbay; let me know if you'd like me to change anything

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