thisavrou_log | ( june event log )

Who: Everyone
When: June 20th and on
Where: The Moira
What: Something seems to be internally wrong with the ship! Caducus Secondary seeks retribution for its sister Caducus Primary!
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

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"Follow, and the universe will open where there was once walls."

With the Collectives now behind them, the atmosphere of the Moira seems to have subsided into the general daily grind of ship living. Shifts pass, meals are served, and the occasional tiff continues to hum in the background. However, whether new or veteran, today is not like any other day the crew have seen or experienced so far. The thrum of the ship is a normal one. Those aboard feel it, know it. In fact, whether you realize it or not, the pulse of the engine, its wings, and that of the Ingress is a constant, consistent buzz in the back of your mind and under your feet. Even during planet excursions, it’s almost like a pull to draw you back to the ship and ground you to the present moment. It’s familiar.

It’s late, in the early hours of twilight, that everything begins to feel off. The Moira suddenly begins to drift, tipping gently to one side and resulting in everything on board beginning to roll and tip over. So those in their beds may abruptly find themselves thrown onto the floor. Those walking from a shift back to their rooms or elsewhere on the ship will likely be thrown against a wall. The movement is drastic, but the ship’s systems realign the Moira within several minutes of the event. Anyone near the Ingress room will hear the Captains arguing with one another, and those that go closer will see that Captain Manessah is standing in the middle of a non-functioning Ingress.

It’s off, with no swirling light, and they can’t seem to get it to come back on. It’s clear to anyone that comes by that the Captains are worried, bordering on frightened by the fact that it doesn’t seem to want to restart itself—if that was even a possibility of the Ingress at all. They begin to disagree with each other on the best way to fix it, their spoken language changing to something that the MID can’t translate. Captain Thán exits the room in a rush, not stopping to speak to anyone, and the other two continue to try and find a solution to this problem. Not long after, they send out a ship-wide message informing crew that they are relieved of their duties for the rest of the week except for basic cleaning and cooking. Any personnel with experience in technology and matters relating to the Ingress are asked to come to the Ingress room.

☄ Turn It Off, Turn It On

Anyone who comes to the Ingress room will be asked to clean, repair, and examine the Ingress. The Captains don’t say why it’s urgent that it be fixed, but it’s obvious that they want it to be done immediately. Crew members can assist one another in taking the coolant systems apart to maintenance them or to suggest ways to fix the machine. After a few hours of steady work, that familiar thrum will be felt under everyone’s feet and the Ingress machine will power back on. However, both the Captains and the crew will notice one startlingly obvious difference: the moving blue light and energy has darkened around the edges. There appears to be a person standing just on either side but can’t come through. The shadow remains there no matter what anyone does, and the colors flicker and alter depending upon which crew member is the closest.

And like most things, they always come in pairs. Later that evening, a broadcast is received via Navigation that’s translated across the entirety of the Moira, both over an intercom and over the MID. While it is received as a text, a nondescript voice announces it promptly:

Greetings. We are sending this as a formality on behalf of our sister, Caducus Primary and its survivors. In accordance with our beliefs, the travesty that has occurred in the past must be made equal. That equality means lives given for those taken. While terms are unlikely to be made and agreed upon, they will be heard. A decision to flee will be seen as an act of guilt and cowardice. This is the only warning that will be made. You will be given time to prepare for our approach, People of the Vessel Moira.

With this message received, Navigation also informs the Captains, who then relay to the crew, that a ship bound from Caducus Secondary are within range and have made it clear they are here to settle a “debt” by attacking. Members of the crew are being divided into randomly assigned teams - which can be found temporarily listed in the MID under the directory - and encouraged to discuss plans to help prevent and preserve the lives of those aboard. Reporting these ideas will be the responsibility of elected team leaders, and a final decision will be made shortly thereafter by the Captains.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Ingress Room]
Leonard isn't really technically inclined, but he's got nothing better to do at the moment. Hanging around his room doing nothing isn't really his style, neither is working in the library as he's supposedly assigned. (Not that he's actually put in a full shift there yet, he thinks.)

Now, he's leaning against a wall, observing, watching the goings-on and others attempting to repair the broken Ingress.

"Have you tried turning it off and turning it back on?" he comments with a slight smirk.

[Mess Hall-Team Offense]
He stares at the MID for a long moment, frowning, after the message comes through. So these idiots had managed to destroy an entire planet? Huh. No wonder the surivors had come after them now.

At least they were being considerate enough to give them fair warning. Len wouldn't have been so nice. Well, that only gave time to plan... and he just so happened to be assigned to the Offense team. Perfect.

Calling up the communication on his MID, Len quickly sends out a message to the rest of the team.

We've got some time to plan, it seems. Any of you actually have any fighting experience?

Oh, and "Commander Shepard"... we should talk.

[Shep is busy.

There was the fish tank (no losses, only a mess), then the announcement, then the news that she was expected to be the leader for the offensive planning — and planning is already underway.

She's poring over old broadcasts, updates, information, everything she can find, and sketching out thoughts on a datapad in front of her, occasionally running scenarios into her own omni-tool. When the ping comes through, she initially mistakes it for her coffeepot's "finished" noise, and blinks in confusion at the empty pot, before slapping her forehead lightly, and pulling up the MID display to read over the message.

Was that air quotes around her name?

This should be good. Settling in, she reflects the MID's keyboard to haptic hologram, and types up a private reply.]

"Commander Shepard" reporting. Anything in particular you'd like to talk about?

[Good, she's responded quickly. At least that stops Cold from having to go look for her.]

I see you've been put in charge of our little group. Any particular reason? [He'll be blunt and get the challenge out of the way, see if she's capable.]

I volunteered. [It's the truth.]

I also might have a credential or two. Would you like a copy of my resume?

[So did he, but she got put in charge, and quickly, too. He won't give up that info, though.]

I see.

Not necessary, I suppose. I'm just used to being the one calling the shots in any team, get it?

Loud and clear.

As someone coming from a similar position, you'll also understand the necessity of being able to take orders as well as give them.

That said, I'm open to criticism. Let me know if you have any issues you'd like to discuss.

[At least she's open to talking, which Len appreciates. Certain others he's had to work with recently have had a tendency to just bark out commands and expect to be followed.]

See it's that "taking orders" that usually gives me problems. I ain't military.

But I can work in a team, long as we're all cool and we don't just have one person... giving orders.

Edited (html fail) 2016-07-02 08:08 (UTC)

Good to hear, as a team is exactly what this is.

We're teammates on a team that I happen to be the leader of. Ideally, everyone will be working together and taking part in a way that best suits their personal skillset.

Rather than shouting out orders, my role is best served as one of overall organization and delegation. Once we're split up efficiently, I'll trust the members of each squad to know how to order themselves.

Edited 2016-07-05 07:04 (UTC)

[He's feeling a little better about working with her, now.]

I think we understand each other, then.

Good. Then I'll be looking to you to make sure I don't make any bad calls.

( june event log )

Leonard Snart | OTA

TEAM OFFENSE HEYYYOOOO

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