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Who: Everyone
When: May 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Amissis-Re
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the very barren planet of Amissis-Re.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!

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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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A. An all expenses paid trip to The Peaceful Tyranny [Open]

[Although Tarn is relatively skeptical of the nature of this woman and her functioning Ingress, he is somewhat desperate to see for himself the authenticity of these claims of being able to visit home, even if its just for a short period of time.

Really what Tarn is hoping is that, with time, this ingress can transport them back for good.

And really he won’t know unless he tries.]

[Tarn looks to his companion, giving them a firm look.]

You haven’t begun to have second thoughts have you?

[He knows that The Peaceful Tyranny doesn’t necessarily have a reputation for being a good time, but needs his mandatory partner in this to stay steadfast.]

B. Lingering [Closed]
[After several visits through the Ingress, each longer than its predecessor, Tarn is determined to make this next one last.

To his surprise, he finds the Ingress unguarded by its keeper, leaving the gate open for just anyone to walk in. Pausing, Tarn glances around briefly, spotting the figure of a familiar human— Skywalker Tarn believes he’s called. After a moment of pinning him with a dirty look that would have most Cybertronians heading in the opposite direction, Tarn does exactly as he was advised not to do: he enters the Ingress alone. He's sure that no one is foolish enough to follow him.

Falling back into his own world— his proper world— Tarn couldn’t feel more right. Everything is exactly how he had remembered it with perfect clarity, untainted by making the trip with a partner. The stark difference in environment is refreshing. The brightly lit, white, corridors of the Moira have been replaced by a more dimly lit environment that is far easier on the optics. The Halls of The Peaceful Tyranny are clean and quiet and his Team is gathered on the bridge awaiting their next orders.

It’s as if he’s never left.

After a while, he begins to forget that he had ever been away. The Moira feels like a dream, or some far away memory that has clouded in it’s age.

Easily falling back into his old routine, Tarn finds himself drawing up a plan on how to address the public defection of their very own leader. Megatron’s betrayal is not something that Tarn intends to let slide. His death has to become the Decepticon Justice Division’s number one priority. All other petty cowards and traitors will have to wait their turn.

As it stands, having recently visited a fueling chamber in preparation to meet with a potential ally in the war against Megatron, Tarn is heading to meet the rest of his teammates on the bridge, stalking down the corridor with purpose.

He doesn’t seem to notice the intruder in his world.]

[Luke mills around the planet, mostly awed by the water and muddy rivers running through it. He notices Tarn go in-- it's kind of hard not to-- and doesn't see him leave for hours. Far longer than he should. Is he in danger, or something worse?]

[Strictly speaking, Luke's not sure anyone would miss Tarn if he disappeared, based on what Sideswipe said about him, but by the same token, it's not right to let him get lost. They're crew. they have to stick together, for now.]

[Luke sends a quick apology to Sideswipe-- he knows this is wrong, he gave his word-- before he jumps.]

[He awakens moments later on a strange ship. Or, well. It's a ship inasmuch as anything is; there are thousands of different modes and models around the galaxy. Only, everything in it is huge. This ship was clearly meant to accommodate beings that make Luke feel like a womprat in comparison.]

[But that does make it easier to sneak around unnoticed. It's good, because his usual plan of stealing someone's armor probably wouldn't work here.]

[Finally, scrambling up to the top of what is probably a desk, Luke finds Tarn. He defaults to shouting to carry his voice.] Tarn! It's time to go back, come on!

Edited (HA HA HA) 2016-05-08 13:25 (UTC)

[Tarn stiffens when he hears a vaguely familiar voice. Does he actually recognize it? He isn’t entirely sure. But something about it feels gravely wrong in this environment. Slowly, he turns towards the sound of the voice.

Looking down onto the desk he spots the small figure of the human— Skywalker. From the Moira.

He isn’t overly familiar with him, but the sight of him is enough to stir a memory. He immediately tamps it down, putting it out of mind.]

This is— you’re not— [Tarn stumbles uncharacteristically over his words. Luke Skywalker isn’t real and he’s steadfast in that belief.] What are you doing here? [His tone is demanding, but he backs up a step from his desk, as if putting distance between them makes Luke’s presence here, in his own world, less real. The Moira had been a distant memory and not one that he particularly wants to dig up.]

[Luke was worried about this-- he'd heard that Tarn was a horribly dangerous being. It's a strange and unworthy comfort to see them stepping back, making distance between them.]

I came after you. You went alone-- you know you're not supposed to.

No. [Tarn bites out the denial like the mere thought of admitting Luke's existence tasted sour in his mouth.] You're not real.

[He must be experiencing a glitch in his processor. This can't honestly be happening.

Tarn's shoulders begin to hunch in defensively.]

I'm real. [Without meaning to, Luke speaks in the slow and gently reassuring tones one generally reserves for a frightened child. What is going on?] And so are you. But all of this... it's just a memory. You know that's true.

[It's the sort of conviction and confidence one generally earns from years of training... or in Luke's case, copying the tone and stance of Old Ben. He adopts his posture even now, straight-backed and still.]

[Luke's tone is reassuring and would do well to soothe most people. Unfortunately, Tarn isn't most people.

It just makes him angry]

Don't talk to me like I'm some frightened youngling! [He takes a step forward, addressing his hallucination full on. Something inside him is nagging-- saying that Luke is right. But Tarn can't stomach the thought. It has to be a lie.] You're wrong. This is my home. This is where I'm needed and where I belong.

[He's resolute in his reasoning.]

[The truth is, Luke isn't afraid of Tarn. It feels like his life has been split in half again, except now it's before Vader and after Vader. And after Vader, nothing can fighten him that isn't a blood relation. Luke knows the danger of that, now.]

[He's calm in Tarn's presence. He reaches out his hand-- the shining metal one-- and speaks in that same calming tone.]

You know the truth, Tarn. This isn't your world. I know you miss your home, but this is just a copy. What you do here doesn't truly matter.

Shut up! [Tarn slams a heavy fist atop his desk just feet away from where Luke is standing. The force of the impact topples a stack of datapads and knocks over a glass with the barest dregs of Energon still inside.

He doesn't want to let go, but that nagging feeling inside of him is getting stronger. ]

How can I possibly trust you? How do I know that you're not the illusion?

[Through the Force, Luke feels the impact before it comes, and jumps in unison with it to avoid the jolt. He lands neatly on his feet. To the observer, it seems he has an excellent sense of timing. In a way, he does; timing, luck, destiny, all other words for the Force.]

If this is your world, what could be causing the illusion?

[Tarn freezes, staring at Luke with am unreadable expression. If his mask is good for one thing, it's to help keep his emotions sealed.

He has a point.

Of all the people, or things, for him to possibly hallucinate, why would he choose a random organic that he barely knew from a far away dream? Surely if this were a stress induced processor glitch, he would be envisioning Megatron here in front of him. Or, at the very least, a Cybertronian.]

You can't make me leave. I would rather stay here, fantasy or not.

[He doesn't imagine that anyone would sorely miss him.]

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