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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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thisavrou_log2016-12-02 06:54 pm
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And the thing about the grenade isn't going to be forgotten anytime soon, he sees. What else was he to do? That grenade was dropping one way or another, as soon as he lost the strength to hold it.
He curls one side of his lips in a faint, jaded sneer that disappears as he shrugs.]
I was having a real shit day.
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[Why isn't there a wall around when you need one? Chloe could really do with something solid to slump against and tents just aren't going to cut it.
He's... really alive.
Then again, it could all be an illusion or a trick or a hologram or something and there's no confirming that until she can actually gauge whether he's solid, but Chloe's pretty sure that idea would go down like a lead balloon. Last time she touched him it had been about as friendly as an elbow to the nose could be.]
This shouldn't be possible, you're-
[Huh.]
Did- did the grenade do that to your pants?
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[His reunions with Chloe seem to get less and less dignified, as if humiliated and dying after being rejected with an elbow to the face wasn't enough. What's left of just about everything he owns being safety pinned together is nothing if not the next logical step in this downward spiral.
Play it off, Harry, she's—
—She's liable to fall over at any moment, it looks like. As they say, no guts no glory, right? Besides if she wants to take a swing at him, it's not like she'd be hard to fight off in this condition. He gives up the pretense of an offer and goes ahead and leans up against her and places an arm around her shoulder. This should be enough to convince her she's very real.]
Come on, love. Take a seat, I'll help you.
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[Her tone is completely deadpan. Harry's just not making any sense now. Robot dogs and psycho doctors? Really?
But then he closes the rest of the distance between them and wraps his arm around her shoulders and it's enough to make her flinch involuntarily. She'd half expected him to pass straight through her, not be warm and solid through the fabric of her jacket.
This is so, so weird.]
Alright. I suppose I'll have to believe you on that one, it's not the weirdest thing that's happened today.
[That would be coming face to face with a supposedly dead guy and being led to a seat by him... except not really. Chloe's not about to keel over in front of him if her pride has anything to do with it.]
No, Harry I'm fine. You're the one who- Jesus you look terrible.
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I dunno, I think I'm looking pretty good for a corpse.
[It's hard to address the dead elephant in the room. He doesn't have much to say about having died, or a reasonable explanation for the fact that he's standing here and sucking air. It's space machines all the way down.]
... So, it's been over a year since I kicked it, then?
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[She drums her fingertips on the tops of her thighs and watches him carefully. She thinks she should be angrier, or more hostile in the face of seeing him again after everything, but it's just...
Odd. Awkward.
Harry had been an arsehole deep down, but he'd never been the type of arsehole who'd deserved the end he'd got. She'd not wanted him to get away and win with Lazarević, but she'd never wanted him dead.
On the one hand: he's an arsehole.
On the other: he'd always tried to keep her safe in spite of it all, in spite of knowing that she had thrown her lot in with Nate.
But at the same time:
Still an arsehole.]
Lazarević snuffed it too by the way. No one got the Cintamani stone in the end, and no one can go back for it either.
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Then there was the matter with Lazarević. He'd happily danced to that man's tune for months on end, enduring no end of his violently melodramatic bullshit and hadn't gotten a payoff to show for it.
He hoped his end was painful.]
... Good. That son of a bitch had it coming, after all.
[A pause.]
I s'pose it was our boy Drake who did the honors?
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[It does, obviously.
Harry might have dropped the grenade that finished him off, but it was Lazarević who shot him, Lazarević who'd put him between the rock and the hard place in the first place.
God, what a mess it had all turned out to be.]
So. Here we are. In space.
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In space.
You know I was never one for science fiction but aren't we supposed to be either probed by those buggers with the big black eyes or seduced by green skinned women by now?
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[And then, completely out of nowhere, she adds:]
Unless that's what you're into and you're feeling let down.
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Maybe a little. I think I could get a little freaky for the right green skinned alien.
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[This isn't right. This isn't right at all, she shouldn't be sitting in a tent with her dead ex-partner making jokes about sexing up alien chicks.
God, what the hell is wrong with her?]
Just try to pick one who's not in cahoots with a giant green skinned psychopath and you'll do just fine.
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I'm never going to live that down, am I?
[Poor choice of words considering he did not, in fact, live.]
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She won't. He knows. They all know.]
Well you can relax, Lazarević didn't interest the aliens enough to get himself abducted or Nate would have said something about it. You can give the next one a wide berth.
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[For that he is genuinely glad, because he'd had more than enough of Lazarević for one lifetime. And he had no idea how to plot revenge against a man who still genuinely scared the piss out of him.]
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[No, really, why is it so easy to fall back into banter? He'd stabbed them in the back, tried to kill them, and god knows what he'd done for Lazarević to barter for her life- Stop it Chloe. Stop. It.]
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Oh, I'll have to give you that. Even on a good day I do pale in comparison to you.
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[She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, but when she looks at him again her expression is pained.]
I don't get it Harry. I must have gone over it a thousand times in my head but even now I still don't- Why the hell didn't you just turn him down in the first place or tell him you couldn't do it?
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Because I thought I could do it, Chloe. By the time I was in over my head it was too late to do anything but play it out. How much different do you think this all'dve worked out if we cut and run in Borneo? You know what he was like.
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It didn't even need to get to Borneo, it could have ended in Turkey. Why turn on Nate in Instanbul? You could have just stuck to the original plan and the three of us would have worked something out to screw him over or you could have found a way to stitch him up to get caught in the act.
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[He sighs. Things got so out of control but it's not like he planned for it to go that way.]
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ha
yeah about that 'we' part Harry. Not entirely accurate there.]
Or he was going to let you have your third of the profits, as we all agreed. For god's sake Harry, Nate wasn't going to screw us, that never passed through his mind for a second.
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You don't know that.
[He takes a long breath and exhales. It's not that he's happy about the way everything turned out, but if it's one thing he does not and will never feel sorry for it's putting one over on Drake.]
Look, what's done is done, alright?
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He's not the only one who'd got one over on Nathan Drake. Only in Chloe's case, it's her leg over.
Anyway, enough's enough.]
He wasn't going to screw us Harry, I was screwing him.
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[He sits back down and grips the edge of the cot so hard his knuckles turn white. And as much as he doesn't hate Chloe, he is still petty.]
And how'd that work out for you? Looks to me that he prefers blondes.
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