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"Open up, and let them in."
The Moira is no more.
With the damage done to the ship due to the timeslip, all that remains is a burning wreckage and parts to be taken—if the crew can find anything in the pieces. Recovery and headcounts are the main objective for the first several hours of being planetside, and once things have settled just enough, Captain Ira calls for a meeting and addresses those who are able in person to explain the situation. He draws a rough map of the area and explains where he believes they are - according to the terrain - and where they must go. For anyone who’s listening, he describes things like an “Outer Gate”, an “Inner Gate” and “gate sectors”. Believing this to be the best course of action, all crew are asked to explore and gather what they think they’ll need to make the long journey towards the central point of the Hub. Because the MIDs are no longer working due to the lack of a network, the Captains distribute a newer tech called the TAB. It serves the same functions as the MID but is lighter, slimmer, and has the ability to stick to any surface.
WELCOME TO THE MIDWAY HUB
Now that the smoke from the crash has cleared, and injured crew have been tended to, the Captains get everyone ready for departure by explaining what they know of the Hub. Almost stone-like, the creators built a domed workspace in the largest solid space on the planet they could find. Gates are the only way inside, and anyone who catches a glimpse of the compound will see that parts of the dome are cracked. Yet, everything still appears to be relatively intact. The Midway Hub’s terrain is very rocky and difficult to walk on at times. Below the surface is a honeycomb of intermittently dense and brittle stone that makes travel difficult due to the unpredictable nature of what lies beneath the crew’s feet. Those who can develop the tech from what’s left of the debris might be able to create something to determine which route is the safest. Ships and small crafts can be used to fly, but landing is a problem—rocks jut up in sharp peaks and the clearer spots can't handle their weight. Vegetation is sparse, consisting of twisted dark gray thistles that have sprung up from cracks in the rock and burn when in direct contact with skin, and what could be considered small animals here can be seen scurrying away the closer crew get to them.
☄ WEEK ONE
Crew are asked to hook cryo beds together and to use any appropriate vehicles that can be made or fashioned to fit the terrain to carry injured crew on the journey to the center of the Hub. Supplies are gathered, and the Captains, as well as any crew who want to, give the Moira a proper sendoff, heads bowed as they say goodbye to what’s been their home. Traveling starts out slowly, a line of a hundred-plus crew members making their way slowly forward. Stops are frequent, but camping for rest only occurs at night. Crew are assigned watch shifts, fires are built, injured tended to, and those who are able are asked to explore nearby caves and hunt for food.
Something akin to deer, though striped and only to be found in pairs, can be stumbled across at night. Throngs of dark purple mammels begin to follow the Moirans on their trip as well. They are friendly, curious, and eat the thistle. Meet the intelligent, watchful predators that aren’t easily scared away and follow the crew from a distance as if waiting to pounce. The thistle can be eaten, but only if cooked first, and those who sample the chewy plant raw will experience a burning sensation in their throat that doesn’t go away until the cooked version is consumed. During the first week, water can’t be found.
Anyone who does hunt, gather, or explore should make sure to that their TABS are on and it’s suggested that nobody goes alone.
Nearing the end of the first week, an Ingress can be spotted close by that crew can explore. If anyone dares to go inside, they will find the texture of the ground and surrounding walls to be rather soft. If inspected closely, crew will discover that what they originally thought to be rock is actually a living organism that’s fed off the energy of the Ingress it’s attached itself to. It’s not harmful and squishy to the touch. If pressed hard enough, it secretes a turquoise liquid with the consistency of water that might make a good substitute for that very thing. ☄ WEEK TWO
When crew finally pass through the sector gates, a strange sensation encompasses them, and a depowering of sorts goes into effect. The creators put in security measures meant to put all visitors on equal footing as well as to protect themselves from harm. All crew will essentially have the strength and abilities of the average human. An unforeseen issue, this causes Captain Thán to slip into a coma as he is no longer able to continue to recover at a steady pace, and with the loss of the former Captain’s abilities, crew can no longer be brought back if they die. For the first time, all Moirans are subject to permanent death.
During this week of travel, broken ingress machines and parts will be found scattered among the rocks, and new crew will come through. Unfortunately, these Ingresses aren’t in good shape, and anyone coming through will be in varying states of distress—some physical and some mental. New individuals will either have suffered an age slip, growing older or younger than their original body, some form of body transformation (perhaps that shiny thing they were wearing is now part of them somehow), or an extreme weakness they had never been subjected to before arriving on the Midway Hub. The new people will be offered to join their group, once found, and seasoned crew will be asked to explain to them where they are going and what they know.
The rest of the week will be a mix of greeting the new arrivals and continuing to travel to the center of the Hub. The closer they get, the less frequently they’ll see animals, and more caves will begin to pop up. ☄ WEEK THREE
Entering the third week of travel, settlements and houses begin to crop up and are prime areas for exploration and general supplies. Those who go inside may find items that have been left behind and evidence showing that those of varying species and cultures lived in the homes. Some appeared to have been scientists while others were explorers, but all living quarters are deserted. Crew who are less lucky in their search might come away with no fresh supplies, and others might walk into traps or safeguards left behind by previous tenants; these come in many forms, from mild paralysis to temporary unconsciousness. As there are more residences, there are also more caves. The entrances vary in size, and light sources will be needed to explore. Once inside, crew can find purple underwater streams, which can be consumed, and glowing surfaces. When crew drink the water, it temporarily restores powers, a few minutes tops, and then, extreme lethargy settles in for a couple of hours.
Further into the cave systems, crew will come across these lovely creatures that are attracted to sound and track through scent. They are highly dangerous and attack simply to feed. Killing them, though, is surprisingly simple as they are just as vulnerable and weak as everyone else. They are vicious in demeanor but only as strong as an average human.
The closer to the Inner Gate crew get, the less homes, wildlife, and more caves there will be. ☄ WEEK FOUR
The Captains, aware that the crew is exhausted, stop and make camp for the first few days. Someone mentions that it’s the holidays where they’re from, and the Captains do their best to throw a party. Set up at the base of a cave, tents are built and fires roar. Soft music is played in the form of guitar, thank you Ira, and Cúrre brings out some legumes that taste like cherries when roasted. There isn’t much in the way of decorations, but crew are encouraged to dig through their pac-discs and contribute to the festivities.
After a brief respite, crew learn that the entrances to Gate A and Gate B are inside one of the caves but any signs or markings have long since worn away or been destroyed. Groups are split, TABS are synced, and crew explore carefully until an entrance is found. Crew discover Gate A first, and all crew are contacted to gather there. The Captains will remain at the cave entrance until all crew are accounted for, and then, they’ll enter through the gate together.
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He makes an irritated noise in the back of his throat when he finds the child is trying to help. It's not anger at Kurt, but at himself. Peter knows he's a pitiable mess right now but he doesn't like people knowing that.
He almost thinks to try to take the canteen away from the child when he sees it. Not to keep it for himself, though he's not so gone as to think that wouldn't be what inevitable happened. But because he doesn't think a child should be dealing with the ugly feedback loop he's stuck in.
It doesn't matter. Kurt's already gone, disappearing and reappearing in a way that Peter would almost think was speed if he himself wasn't fast enough to keep up. Teleportation. That's a new one.
"I would have taken a yes, actually. Powers don't always mean mutant around here." Wanda was a prime example of that. "But that was pretty cool. Teleporting? Really? And you got your powers pretty young."
Not that much younger than Peter had, but still. He hadn't been so in control back then.
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He probably could have went simply with 'friend', though he felt like going with that seemed rather vague. Kurt and Jean hadn't spent much time together - not like they'd gotten a chance to, but that was something that could be worked on.
It's clear that Peter is frustrated and while he's hopeful that he's helping instead of hindering, part of him thinks he should mind his own business. If only caring less was in his nature.
"... I see. I am a mutant, then." The boy drops into a crouch, shoulders tucking between his knees, hands settling at his feet. "Oh, that's because in all actuality, I'm seventeen."
Another shift - only to flick his tail around so the heart-shaped end can hover near his shoulders in his hunched position. "Something happened to my body when I arrived here."
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Peter tilts his head back to look at Kurt, a slight frown on his face. "So you're another one from a future no one wants to tell me about. Did Charles really tell you my name or do you know me? Don't worry about freaking me out, Jean already managed that."
The admittance of age makes the frown deepen. The admittance that something was going on with the newcomers makes him groan. "You just came here, right? Have you heard of anyone else having something weird going on with them? Other than powers related. You know, if you're not just trying to bluff your age. Which I wouldn't try if I were you. They might be kind of out of commission but we've got a lot of psychics around."
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His lips press into a thin line, fingers curling into his palms and his head dipping forward. "We were--are?--on a team together. If you really want to know anything about the future, I can tell you what I know." Charles would probably be angry with him, but that's a risk he's willing to take.
"Right. Not long after my arrival, I met someone who had a watched fused to his arm." He makes an offended sounding noise, scowls and rises back up to his full height, which is no more than three and a half feet. "Why would I lie about my age? I have no reason to!"
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"Yeah. Sometimes crap happens here with the Ingress, uh, the machine that brought you here. A couple of months back it fused glass into a bunch of people. It was pretty awful, actually." Peter wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. It had been a little terrifying, actually. Peter felt lucky he hadn't been effected.
"You have plenty of reason to. I tried to lie about my age all the time when I first got on the ship." Mostly in an ill attempt to try to impress a girl that had went terribly anyway. Having a psychic sister on board meant that hadn't lasted long.
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The thought of someone having glass morphed into their body makes him wince, sleeve-covered hands lifting to press over his face. He shakes his head, lowering his hands and whimpering while attempting to fight back the nausea rising in his stomach. "That is dreadful! How did people survive?" Kurt doesn't want to try and imagine the excruciating amount of pain they might have been in.
"Ja, well, I am not lying. Once everything goes back to normal, you will see with your own two eyes." There's a huff and his arms raise to tuck across his chest, the spade of his tail lashing wildly with irritation.
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"We've got pretty good doctors around here. And not everyone did survive. It happened around the same time the ship was attacked." Peter pauses, turns the canteen over in his hands and tries to keep the flicker off emotion off his face. "A lot of people died."
The act is childish enough to get a small smile out of Peter. Kurt could pretend to be older all he wanted, and could very well be as it wouldn't be the strangest thing Peter has seen, but Peter knew a child's irritation when he saw it. Lucky that he'd always been fond of children. "Yeah, yeah. I'll look forward to saying I told you so, little guy."
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Because Peter did have a choice.
The latter comment and seeing Peter's features barely hint toward it are enough to make him fall silent for the moment. He loosens his arms and slides his hands up his front, cupping them around his cheeks in distress. "They did?"
He tries his best to fight back the quiet growl thrumming in his chest (which, to be honest, sounds more like an angry purr than anything), but to no avail; Kurt isn't exactly menacing in his normal form, so there's no way he's even remotely intimidating like this. "And I will look forward to saying the same."
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He is used to having kids around, after all. He's hardly in the position to turn down friendships. And, well, even as much as he likes to pretend sometimes, Peter isn't enough of an ass to turn away someone who seems to actually like him.
"Yea," he responds quietly. "A lot did. I guess we were lucky that something about the ship sometimes brought people back from the dead. I think everyone who got died from it came back."
He snorts again, smile turning less forced and more true. "Yeah, yeah. You show me little boy blue."
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His smile doesn't linger though, as Peter returns to explaining the incident with the people dying. Although, shock overtakes his features at the mentioning of them being brought back from the dead. There was no way that was really possible; when someone died, that was it - the end.
... wasn't it?
"That seems inconceivable. I have never, ever heard of dead people being brought back to life. Then again, I did not think I would be on a planet like this, so perhaps I should have a more open mind."
He huffs, balls his tiny hands up and wrinkles his nose, but can't fight the grin that threatens to reveal his true feelings on the matter. "My name is Kurt and I will show you!"
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"Dude, get ready to have everything you thought you knew turned on its head. Monsters? Totally real. Giant robots? All over the place? People rise from the dead, there's, like, a dozen people walking around with magic and back on the ship we had a tree that grew cats." He pauses. He should probably ask someone what happened to the ship's wild pets. "Pretty much everything impossible is something real around here."
He shrugs, sighing. "I'd say you'd get used to it but since we're supposed to be heading toward our way home you probably won't. But ask Jean if you don't believe it. The ship could be really freaky."
The little display makes Peter laugh again. He's reminded of his little sister and all her antics when she decided she was going to be mad at him. "Kurt, boy blue, kid, eh all sounds the same to me."
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From that entire explanation, Kurt will simply point out one thing for the moment: "There was a tree that grew cats?" Monsters, robots, the undead, and people with magical powers? Those all sound far more 'normal' than something actually giving life to animals that are not from that type of animal itself. "That is ... wow, this space trip just got even more bizarre."
He shakes his head, waving both hands in a somewhat dismissive manner, "I believe you. I mean, it sounds like something from a horror or sci-fi movie, which should not be as surprising, since we are supposed to be on a spaceship ..."
Kurt blinks at the laugh, lets his smile fully show and drops into a sit on the ground, glad to see that Peter is (hopefully) feeling better. "Calling me 'kid' will not be the same when I am normal again. Surely, you are not much older than I am."
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"Yeah. Well, they were more like kittens. They grew like flowers, then dropped off and ran around doing, uh, cat things." He shrugs. "Apparently it was a genetic experiment, some science thing. Someone made it grow like that. And yeah, super bizarre."
Not quite the most bizarre when coming on the heels of monsters and magic and flying whales, but the tree had been one of the first things to make Peter realize just how strange the universe he was trapped in really was.
"That depends. How old are you pretending to be again? I think I'm technically like eighteen, maybe nineteen by now. It's a little hard to figure out with that year we lost a while back."
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He wrinkles his nose, trying to imagine tiny cats sprouting from tree limbs then simply falling off, being left to their own devices - whatever that may be. "That is exceedingly strange. Do you think they all made it off the ship all right?"
Because it would be a shame if all those poor kittens were lost to the wreckage. Kurt might have even suggested finding a way to get another tree to replace that one.
"I am seventeen. You have a year or two on me, but I am willing to bet that I am the more mature one." Spoken like a true 'adult', who seems to have no problem with sticking his tongue out at Peter in a playfully taunting manner.
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He imagines there were plenty of people who would have tried to save them, if time had permitted. Even so, some had to have went through the ship after the wreck. Someone had to have checked on them.
“Oh boy. Yeah, you sound real mature.” Peter’s tone is joking but even he knows that it’s likely the truth. He’s not been known for his startling maturity while on the ship. He was certainly not known for it back on Earth. Jean had already proved to be far more mature than him and she was younger. Why shouldn’t Kurt be the same?
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The blue boy doesn't want to think about it and thankfully, Peter seems more than willing to continue their back and forth joking, which proves to be a decent distraction.
"You think so?" It's a genuine inquiry; he knows that in his current 'form', he probably appears far from 'adult' and all, though once he's returned to normal, that will give him the chance to prove himself a little better. While this may not be the exact Peter that he remembers, he has a pretty good idea that they share the same level of maturity either way.
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Peter keeps a serious look for a few second before he splits into a grin. "Dude, not really. It's sarcasm. But don't sweat it. I'm sure you're, like, real capable and everything." Any kid growing up a mutant had to be.
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Perking at the sight of Peter's grin, Kurt rolls his eyes and offers a smirk of his own, arms moving to tuck his hands into the pockets of his coat. "Well, I like to think that I can handle things decently." Regardless of his current predicament with being small.
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He rubs the back of his neck, looks down at the empty canteen with a sigh. "I got stuck in cryo for a while. It happens, sometimes. People get frozen, it sucks. It was one of the many weird things you had to put up with on the ship."
He laughs under his breath. "Right. Good for you kid. You'll need to, around here."
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He also spares a glance toward the canteen, trying not to look too humiliated. Before he mentions anything about not knowing what 'cryo' is, the little blue mutant reaches for the container in his coat pocket, looks it over, then offers it out to Peter. "Here," he murmurs, "I spilled yours, so you can take mine. I just ... don't want to see you get sick."
And if Peter doesn't take it, he'll set it next to him because it's only fair. "Frozen? Is that what 'cryo' is?"
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He stares at the canteen being offered. He should say no. It’s the polite thing to do. He shouldn’t be stealing from a child, shouldn’t be doing something he knew was only causing other people grief. “Thanks,” he muttered.
He offered his empty one in return, a way to ease the slight tug of guilt. Let Kurt go back and refill at his own leisure. Peter could stay here with this and continue to stew.
“Basically? You’d have to ask the doctors or scientists or whatever for a better explanation. But it’s were they stick your body when you’re, I don’t know, in a coma? Asleep? Sometimes people go in cryo and just come out different.” He shrugs. “It’s weird shit, man.”
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Kurt nods at first, knowing that giving over his container of water completely defeats his earlier purpose, though he's already sure that even if he continuously tries to keep Peter from consuming the water, it's either going to make it worse or the older mutant will just continue to do it, regardless of him being around to stop it.
"You are welcome," he finally gets out, blinking then reaching to take the empty canteen Peter is offering. He shifts it from one hand to the opposite, tucks it into his pocket as a reminder to refill it later.
His lips downturn into a frown at that explanation, the spade of his tail slithering around to hover near the side of his right arm. "So, what I am understanding of this is that I do not want to end up in cryogenic sleep ever."
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People left, the ones left behind mourned their absence. Things moved on. He'd seen plenty come and go on his near year aboard the ship. There were many he knew wanted to never see home again.
"You don't, but again. No one has control over it. Sometimes you just end up there. And if you get bad enough hurt, well, guess where you might get stuck until the doctors can sort you out?" He shrugs. "We were kind of subject to the universe's whims around here."
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Kurt visibly droops though, sinking down into the overly large coat he has wrapped around his shoulders. To think that people could be taken against their will from something they were already adapted to ... He shivers, regardless of the fact that he's not exactly cold.
"We will all just have to be careful and make sure that no one gets badly injured." The only practical decision, obviously. "Things are different now with no ship, aren't they?"
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"Don't let yourself worry to much about it. You can't spend all your time afraid something is going to happen. Whether it stays the same here or not." He suspects it will. Or will get worse. Maybe without the Ingress on the ship death will find permanency. Maybe when people fall into unconsciousness there will be no way to revive them. But that's not something anyone should dwell on.
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