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"the trees rustle in the evening when we stand uneasy before our own thoughts."
With the events of Del Pascia behind the Moira, things are only now beginning to settle—and not very well. Through the combined efforts of some of the crew, D-E-L and her permanent residents were incinerated into the dust of space. While it’s not the most peaceful end, it is one, and not many are going to be thinking back on how nice Del Pascia’s facilities were for quite some time. Repairing what they could of the ship’s interior and putting as much distance between the Moira and the prison as possible, those aboard are informed by Navigation that they are approaching another planet. This means, of course, the potential for better supplies, as some things are beginning to dwindle, and the Captains elect to dock so long as the crew follows protocol. WELCOME TO AMISSIS-RE
Amissis-Re is an unregistered planet with no documented histories or signs of life. The Moira’s Navigation crew have scanned the planet for any usable resources and have discovered a faint signal emitting from beneath the surface of Amissi-Re. Using the transporters and any other crafts located in the Cargo Bay, the crew are able to travel to the source of the signal. Upon arriving in its exact location, they’ll find a small series of lakes that lead to a tower-like structure that appears to be in use. Crew must cross a poorly assembled bridge system that sways and dips when weight is applied to it in order to gain access to the entrance. Once there, a woman comes out to greet them and explains, excitedly, that she is so very happy that they have come to Amissis-Re.
Everyone can go home.
Their host insists that she has done the impossible and has somewhat fixed the Ingress that’s been built on Amissis-Re a long time ago, and what’s more, she can send crew home for short bursts of time. Upon following this woman inside, crew will find that the planet is not, in fact, barren at all. Diving deep into the underbelly of Amissis-Re, it’s like an eternal factory of machines, and while vast, for whatever reason, it also seems incredibly welcoming...
☄ LEAP OF FAITH ( 05.01 and on ) The barren planet of Amissis-Re is devoid of vegetation and organic life except for a lone woman, and the planet itself is an intricate honeycomb of machines that go for miles below the surface. Yet, that seems insignificant and unimportant in comparison to the news that the crew has just received. After Thán has looked at the Ingress, he tells the crew that he cannot say for certain that it is properly functioning, but Emiri native, Ben Link, will volunteer to test it out.
An elevator takes crew down to a glass platform that overlooks an inverted Ingress portal. In order to return home, the Moirans will have to take a leap of faith and jump in. Ben, in order to show his commitment to the crew and willingness to help get them home, takes that jump with Captain Thán seconds behind him. Jumping feels like dropping through wind; lights swirl, it’s warm, and a soft buzzing encompasses you as you fall. You don’t feel the landing. One moment you’re falling, and the next, you’re in a new world.
A few hours pass before a similar elevator rises from below and to the left of the Ingress, stopping beside the platform. Ben and Thán step out unharmed.
It works, and everyone can temporarily go home. Will you jump? ☄ COMBINE THE EXTREMES ( 05.01 and on ) The woman that greeted the crew and led them to the platform will allow anyone that wants to go home the opportunity to go. There’s only one catch: it’s not permanent. She’s worked for years to fix the Ingress so that she can return to her own home but hasn’t been able to make the trip an everlasting one. Everyone always comes back. Always. They go for a few hours, at first, but that amount of time increases with each visit.
The one guideline, she says, is that you can’t go alone. Each trip requires a partner, or it becomes too much for the mind to bear. These rules are simple: the world takes shape depending on who jumps first, but if crew go hand-in-hand and leap at the same time, the worlds combine. This new world will be populated with people that existed in both and may appear to be a jarring combination of both worlds. It may seem unusual, but if the woman is asked, she’ll explain that the combined world does exist as there are more universes than can be imagined. The Ingress tries to take the person to their own home, their original home, but when jumping together, it finds the closest possible match and deposits them there instead.
From that point on, you can travel the world together or split up, but remember, this world is a living, functioning world. It doesn’t matter if it’s the home of one crew member or a combination. You meet other people. You can get hurt. You influence and are influenced by others.
Be cautious, and enjoy your visit “home”. ☄ LINGER ON ( 05.05 and on ) The more times the Amissis-Re Ingress is visited, the more it seems that your trips last longer and the experience becomes even more vivid. More real and harder to distinguish from the current reality that you know. It’s difficult to explain why, but you get the feeling that maybe if you went without the aid of the host, that perhaps you’d be able to stay. Forever. It takes some subterfuge, but in time, you see your chance: she’s nowhere in sight, and you take it.
The world you are in now is completely your own, whether another crew member accompanied you or not. The people you know are there, everything around you is exactly as you remember. A few hours pass, and you don’t feel that familiar tug, that invisible hook at the base of your spine that signals that your visit is over. Even more time goes by, and you’re still in that world, your home. When the first day has passed, you begin to question if you’ll ever go back, or if life on the Moira was all a dream. The person with you won’t be able to convince you otherwise, and they’ll start to feel less real, a stranger that you used to know.
There’s only one way to go back to the Moira. Someone from the other side has to come in and retrieve you both. Once in, contact with a third will jump-start a link through the Ingress, and it will pull all crew back to the platform.
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thisavrou_log2016-05-01 09:04 pm
Nihlus Kryik | Mass Effect
It’s been a few days since the Recoding horror and Nihlus is standing somewhat awkwardly off to the side of the inverted Ingress.
There are a million and one things he needs to do right now and none of them were taking a human woman on a potentially risky venture into his universe. He’s actually not entirely sure why he’s let Allison talk him into this at all, but it’s hard to come up with coherent arguments when you’re half passed out on the cafe counter.
And well, she’d looked so... sad.
There were promises involved too, and no matter how tired he’d been at the time, Nihlus generally made it a point to try and keep those. Albeit with some addendums in this instance, like the fact that they would pull away immediately if things so much as looked like they were about to go sideways.
So far, he hadn’t heard of any… extremely horrifying incidents from the other crewmembers.
… And Allison had, apparently, come from a world where people get messily murdered by paper soldiers and angels, so her chances of survival in a worst case scenario weren’t awful.
… Still, maybe he should’ve brought a pressure suit.
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There’s a turian wandering the edges of the Amissis-Re’s Ingress platform, mapping out and comparing the layout of this portal’s machinery and the Moira’s with his omni-tool. He’s quiet and he seems a bit tired, but is quite approachable otherwise.
It’ll take a bit of convincing to make him go on portal adventures with you, though.
Shenanigans!
"You know, we don't have to go if you really don't want to. I don't mind."
She kind of minds, but shhh. She sort of wanted to get away for awhile, between the ship drama, and her trip to Robin's homeworld, and feeling depressed about her own home...
But, y'know, not so much that she want to force Nihlus.
Still, she was really hoping to look at some omni-tools...
Re: Shenanigans!
Nihlus says with his Spectre grade heavy pistol holstered to his thigh and his kinetic barrier on shortcut on his omni-tool. He opted out of his armor for the session: the Moira's uniforms were easier to have blend in with any potential civilian population if need be.
He's not too happy about that lack though.
Sighing quietly, the turian straightens up and squares his shoulders.
"Remind me not to get drunk around you," he puffs before drawing back slightly and then jumping in.
Once Allison goes in after him, after the white light and strange tugging sensations fade, she will find herself standing in the middle of what looks like the darkened bridge of a space ship, emergency lights shining through the gloom. It's small. The main pilot's seat set to the front, copilot's slightly back and to the left and then one additional seat for a passenger to the right. There's opaque, flat blackness where the windows should be.
Nihlus is standing with his back to her, utterly still.
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When she arrives after him she finds herself in... A spaceship. It kind of just reminds her of every movie spaceship, and she rubs her head.
"Huh, I guess once you've seen one you've seen them all."
It takes her a moment to notice just how still Nihlus is. "Hey, you okay/"
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"Shh-"
And that's about the moment when a glowing white avatar of a Turian VI pops up in the air between them.
"Good evening, Nihlus Kryik," he says and if a VI could sound suspicious, this one was absolutely nailing it. "And Guest. I hope I don't need to remind you that Saren does not appreciate having strangers onboard his ship without pre-approval."
Very, very gently, Nihlus grabs Allison by her shoulders and starts steering her towards the exit ramp.
"Heyyyy, Tesilios," he says with an awkward laugh. "We were just. Dropping by to pick up a thing. Andleavingrightnowimmediately. Log off, will you?"
The VI looks almost indignant, watching the two intruders for a moment before flickering away into nonexistence.
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"Uh, bye?" she calls over her shoulder. Once they're off the ship she looks at Nihlus, clearly bemused. "Who was that?"
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Not on this weird, potentially fake world and not for a three hour visit that'd probably end very, very badly. This was time he'd promised to Allison, anyways.
Outside, the hangar was dark except for some maintenance lights. The cruiser loomed above them, a ghostly, angular shape against the black and Nihlus' eyes linger on it longer than he would've liked.
When is this? He pushes aside the strange ache forming under his clavicle, gently ushering his friend towards the hangar's side door. They enter the starkly lit maintenance bay, a few of the crew looking up and waving to him as they pass by. He waves back cheerfully and spots Selen raising a brow at them in the distance. It can't be too long ago then: the Asari had only joined the Spectre transport maintenance crew two years before he'd been pulled through the Ingress.
"So good news is that we're on the Citadel," Nihlus intones, voice barely above a whisper. "Bad news is that I'm leading you through one of the most highly secured parts of it. Let's hope I have the proper codes."
It was easier to get out than in at least.
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"Um," she manages, keeping her own voice quiet, this particular question seeming a bit more pressing than the others. "Most secured as in 'I might get in trouble for being here'?"
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Nihlus is a Spectre here and Spectres regularly get away with murder. Getting a person out of a high security zone (rather than into one) is relatively easy in comparison.
"It's a small area, we'll be out in a minute. Just stay calm and act like you're supposed to be here," he advises with all the cool of someone whose clearly done these kinds of things way too many times before.
The omni-tool glows to life on his arm and he brings up the main screen to see if it'd updated. There's a little note asking him about the date change and it's... early 2181. Two years before Eden Prime, a month before Saren had... before Saren had lost his arm.
They pass through a door, passing by the small staff lunch room. No one looks up from their foods or conversations and despite the familiarity of the scene, despite the fact that he's walked down these halls hundreds of times before to the same non-reactions, Nihlus suddenly feels oddly disconnected. It's unsettling enough that he walks just a little faster.
There's another door and then a booth at the end of the hall with a Turian security guard sorting through some files behind the glass. She gives them a formal nod, then an odd look for Allison- before turning back to her work.
And just like that, they're outside and it looks something like this.
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But no-one stops them and Allison gives a little eave to the booth Turian, and then they're out and she can relax- or go wide-eyed at the view.
"Whoa. Spacey."
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Pausing, Nihlus looks her over, tapping a claw on his chin in thought.
"Then we go buy you clothes so you don't look like such a tourist," he declares and reaches out to gently muss her hair slightly.
"You ready to go?"
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Allison feels embarrassed after she says it and sweats a little. What is play-flirting with friends? How do?
She quickly brightens up at the magic word, though. "Shopping??"
Yeah, the Moiran uniform isn't exactly high fashion. Because Allison sure knows a lot about fashion. Yep. "Um, yeah I'm ready, but I don't have any money with me? And they probably wouldn't take my cash here anyway..."
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"I'll buy you plenty of drinks, don't you worry, missy," Nihlus huffs, curling his hand around her elbow so that he could guide her in the direction of the nearest form of public transport.
It's going to be a lot of this, sorry, Allison. He's just very touchy once he's given permission to be.
"Don't worry about the money. I'm pretty sure I can figure out my old banking information, and if I remember correctly, the only thing I was spending money on this month was booze, rent and food."
Which isn't even a dent in his finances with the kind of money he makes as a Spectre agent.
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WILDCAAAARD
She doesn't, though, if only because there are witnesses.
"Good heavens, darling. You certainly like to keep yourself busy!" She settles on, waving at him from a few yards away. Oh, yes, is she going to ruin your day.
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Nope. Can't show weakness in front of this one.
"Aurelia," he answers warmly, inclining his head to peer at her. "Are you planning on world hopping with someone today?"
And why are you talking to me like you're happy to see me?
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Good choice, Nihlus.
"Just interested. What are you doing?"
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Maybe if he bores her enough, she'll go away.
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"I see. I believe you should ask her your questions instead of letting her brush you off, darling. No-one gets answers by staying to the side."
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And anyways, he likes snooping.
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Sleeping is important, Nihlus. You don't understand.
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"Does she sleep?" Because Nihlus has certainly never seen her do that.
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"...Everyone has to eventually." she sounds, sounding significantly less confident than before.
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Nihlus looks at the Host and then back to Aurelia, one mandible quirking slightly in weird facial shrug.
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"...Heist?"
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He's not entirely sure why the idea of the Host never sleeping is rather disturbing. On the other hand, she was kind of single-handedly responsible for making this reverse Ingress business and under that light, well, haha.
"So," he says once they've found a spot a decent ways away from the Host's usual paths. "How the trophy collection going? I'd have thought you'd be using this occasion to expand it."
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Sorry for the lateness!
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