january event log

[hohnkai]

Who: Everyone
When: January 3rd and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: The crew finally make it to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies, death, and violence. Please label your content!

E V E N T L O G

the inner gate "Let them in, and take them out." Through ups and downs, the Moira and the crew have survived much together: During the first wave of arrivals, the ship docks at a planet that has an addictive substance called Exuo — crew went through mood swings, heightened aggression, and fits of paranoia. Natives attempted to kidnap and sacrifice everyone. A solar storm caused a power blip, and strange masks were found in every mailbox that gave them unusual abilities. They reached Caducus Primary, a planet largely comprised of glass. The representative of CP accused the crew and captains of theft; however, they didn’t leave fast enough, and a skirmish caused damage to their Ingress, which ended with Caducus Primary cracking and being destroyed. The power fluctuates and temperatures drop. One of the captains, Tipota, is found dead. This is the introduction of Ploiatos, who ended up being one of the original crew members affected by the power of the Ingress. The Moira docks at Emiri, which was comprised of three main cities where the culture was influenced heavily by finding one’s soulmate. The company responsible for this, Link’d Inc, is incredibly popular throughout the universe. However, hints of forced unions, kidnapping, and slavery are investigated by the crew after an attack on all of the cities by a rebel group. The planet becomes locked down. Benjamin Link joins the crew and helps them escape. Another month passes, and crew dock on Ceta. It is known for it’s unusual atmosphere and its living beings AKA sentient flying whales. They were hunted for valuable organic resources, and eventually, the crew decided to hire mercenaries from outlying planets to protect them from further death. Soon after, the Moira stops at an abandoned prison station called Del Pascia with a resident AI (D-E-L) who was “irritated and snippy” but did not keep crew from exploring and taking items. D-E-L tried to persuade crew to stay, and when it became clear no one wanted to, D-E-L tried to infect them as she had infected those who’d remained behind in the prison. Everyone fought and escaped. Amissis-Re is an unregistered planet that had no signs of life — the crew’s next stop. Here, they meet a “host” who had done the impossible and “fixed” the Ingress. However, she only reversed the energy of the Ingress, which created melted worlds and made it incredibly dangerous to discern reality from the time inside these worlds. The host gifts some of the crew with journals after she decides to go through the Ingress and remain there. The Moira begins to malfunction, and those of Caducus Secondary, along with survivors of Caducus Primary, hunt the ship and those inside it for revenge. Negotiations started while crew tried to set up defenses aboard. Due to prior issues, the Ingress shuts off, resulting in the melding of Caducun glass with the ship and everyone aboard. When the Ingress finally stabilizes, the Moira is now in a different universe: the Runoff. Some members of the crew are found on a slavery outpost in the Runoff, and others make a stealthy rescue effort to bring them back to the Moira. First Mate Egan and Captain Ira appear through the Ingress, explaining that they are the original members of the Moira designated to pilot the ship. The old captains hand over authority to them as the ship drifts into the Luminous Sea. The ship crashes into one of the moons within the Luminous Sea where crew find a group of natives who are overly friendly. They beckon them to stay with food, drink, and much more. Unbeknownst to those who stay with them, an entire year passes. Eventually, what is wrong with the Moira is patched so they can leave. After months of hard travel, the crew explore the wonders of the Mini Colony. A closed ceremony held on the MC caused crew to change in ways they’d never experienced before. Yet, during the festivities, someone triggered the “fear machine”, and crew suffered from phobias once back on the ship. Those working on the Ingress pick up a signature for the Midway Hub and begin to make preparations to go there. The new species Ploiatos has become is named Mirtis (meer-tees); some of the crew kill him before things get too out of control again as they had in the previous months. The Ingress is then turned on, and the ship falls into a time slip. The Moira crashes on the Midway Hub. Captain Ira draws a map and encourages crew to split up and travel to the Inner Gate of the Midway Hub. Once inside the Outer Gate, crew experience de-powering — a safety protocol of those who’d worked on the Hub. Exploration and survival are a key focus during this time. They move through a network of caves to find the entrance to the Inner Gate. After a brief respite, crew learn that the entrances to Gate A and Gate B are inside one of the caves. 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 remain at the cave entrance until all crew are accounted for, and then, they enter through the gate together. Finally, after entering through the Inner Gate, the crew head down through a system of tunnels that lead them to an underground - and main - section of the Midway Hub. Initial scans show that there is a catacomb of rooms and hallways that seem to have been patched together hastily and messily, suggesting that the builders added on new areas as they were needed. Anyone who has abilities, and tries to use them now, will realize that they are no longer depowered as they had been for the last several weeks. Crew are allowed to explore and are encouraged to look for any evidence as to why the previous tenants are gone, as well as take any supplies found or find ways to radio out for assistance. ☄ FLOOR ONE - jan. 3rd Deeper in, the first level of the Hub is littered with thousands of papers and notes regarding things on the Ingress. Some are highly classified while others are of the smallest consequence to anyone reading them. Upon closer inspection, some of the things listed might even make sense to those of the crew slightly familiar with Ingress technology—reports of energy distortion and time slips, effects of the energy on those traveling through it, how to isolate particular parts of the Ingress' energy and use them to transport to other places. Only a portion of these documents are legible; the majority have either been torn into pieces or charred. Smaller rooms can be found here as well, offices and labs that are only large enough to hold five or six people at a time, and within some of them, pieces of machinery and electronics can be found. Most recognizable are the circular-curved mechanisms that belong to an Ingress. Yet, rather than just one, there are hundreds. Some have been left in piles of twisted, melted hunks, and some, those parts still (probably) capable of being used if the occasion presented itself, are thrown about carelessly, tossed under desks and under chairs and even embedded in parts of the walls where they - more than likely - exploded. Not much else can be found on this level. Unless empty cups and broken computers are justifiable as something. ☄ FLOOR TWO - jan. 4th Crew who travel even further within the Hub will find that not all things have been deserted. Sort of. What greets anyone who explores here is the visible evidence that some sort of intense struggle happened between those who worked on the Hub and a group of outsiders. Dead bodies cover the floors, in hallways, and inside personal quarters. The one constant in the tableau is that none of them died in any sort of peace, and the visceral knowledge of that is clear by the amount of blood spilled and the putrid smell that comes from it having been sealed off for such a long time. Be careful to tread lightly and step with caution. Also, breathing the air for any more than a few seconds without some sort of filter isn’t advisable. Items worth taking might be in the form of blankets and clothes, but most of it seems to have been taken in a rush. ☄ FLOOR THREE - jan. 5th And even further within the Hub, below the offices and labs and unfortunate death, a power source can be found. From obvious signs, it is clear that someone had lived here recently, and anyone who looks through some of the things left behind will find a list of recordings readily available to them. They are as follows: audio log 1 audio log 2 audio log 3 audio log 4 audio log 5 ☄ FLOOR FOUR - jan. 6th to the 24th Inside the Ingress Channel, a group of fifteen have taken up a defensive position, standing in a small circle towards the back. When approached, they’ll tell crew to stay where they are; they want to talk to them but with lots of space between. There doesn’t appear to be a leader of this diverse group, but one person comes forward and asks who they are and what they were doing on the Moira as they had seen it crash. With this new group being unwilling to divulge any information, the conversation is slow to reveal anything important or useful. Through patience and diplomatic efforts by the crew, the following is eventually discovered: these people call themselves Savrii and aren’t native to the Midway Hub. The Savrii aren’t hostile, though they are skittish at first. Their people were sent through the Ingress to destroy all the documented research on Ingress technology and energy that could be found here, taking out anyone who tried to stop them. Their mission was critical, meant to protect the universe from those tampering with such an unstable, natural force. During the incursion, the Ingress machines on the Hub were damaged, and they are what’s left of the group of Savrii that didn’t make it back through before the machine shut down. They’ve seen footage and schematics of the Moira and would have destroyed it, too, if it had landed instead of crashing. The Moirans did the job for them. Their people don’t believe in fighting or chaos, unless the Ingress energy is being manipulated in any way. The ship was the first of its kind, created by severing some of the energy from the whole. This upset an already delicate balance and caused issues with Ingresses all across the universes. The Savrii liken it to taking a child away from its mother. When the crew explain that they were only passengers, the Savrii believe them. They lower their weapons and open the floor to peaceful discussion. From this point, crew learn that the Savrii have been surviving here as they try to fix one of the Ingress machines, which they are close to but are lacking one of the key elements. Science technicians from the Moira, who have studied the Ingress will realize that after sorting through the wreckage the part they need survived the crash, and with help, the crew are able to assist in replacing the broken element. When the Ingress is rebooted, they send one of their group through, who returns a moment later with good news. The damage on this side didn’t affect the Ingress Complex on the other, a place where the Ingress Energy was first discovered and built around. They tell of their home, with the largest and first Ingress machine, that is a mecca of travel and culture. It might not be the crew's original homes, but the Ingress there is functioning, and they can use it. The Savrii can go home. The Moirans are allowed to come with them. Step through the Ingress and welcome to thisavrou ( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! Everything will be switching over during the end of the month. )

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Nathan Drake | OTA

[sketchycharacter]

[ all floors all day - exploring ]

[Nate isn't quite in his element here—the kind of ruins he loves to explore are a little more ancient—but it's close enough for him to be comfortable. He's got a weapon in his gun belt and a flashlight attached to his hip, but it's the journal that gets the most use. He makes notes on the hand-drawn map and occasionally stops for sketches. If he bumps into anyone else doing the same scouting, he'll gladly team up with them. Safety in numbers and all.]

[ floor 1 - arrival ]

[Nate's got one gun in hand and two ready to be pulled out at a moment's notice when they enter the facility, and finds himself strangely...disappointed? Well, no. After the chaos of the crash and the trials of the weeks that followed, he is absolutely not looking for another fight. But he kind of expected one and isn't immediately sure what to do when there's just nothing.

So, all right. He joins the others in fanning out, looking around, trying to figure out what happened based on what's left. He gathers a few scraps of documents and squints at them, trying to get a sense of narrative or even a fucking paragraph before dropping them and letting them waft to the ground again.]

I'm an amateur archeologist at best, but I'm going to say that what we're finding on this site is a whole bunch of junk.

[Nailed it.]

[ floor 2 ]

[The smile goes away on this floor.

These aren't the first bodies Nate has ever seen. They're not even the first group of bodies of beings who were killed violently. But there's a difference between the long lost corpses of those who sailed on Marco Polo's lost fleet, basically historical relics themselves, and what he sees here. This was a lot more recent, and bodes a lot worse for them.

But eventually he deals with it like he always does.]

Well. This is pretty disgusting. I'm going to be put off lunch for at least a couple of hours.

floor 2

[infailtration]

[ York is in full armor as they explore, as has become the norm for him in the hub. He moves surprisingly quietly for being nearly seven feet of titanium and enters the area behind Nate with caution. A few steps in and his HUD flashes an air quality warning, though, and he speaks up immediately. Being put off lunch probably isn't Nate's only concern. ]

Hey man, you've gotta get out. The air's not safe.

[sketchycharacter]

[Oh, right. He had brought something with him, but he'd gotten a little distracted. Nate pulls the cloth from his pouch and puts it over his face, like a handheld illness mask.]

I'll be all right. This should help. [He takes a good look as he really sees the guy for the first time.] Though if you've got another one of those stashed somewhere, I wouldn't say no.

[infailtration]

[ York isn't convinced a cloth will do much good, but it's better than nothing. ] Sorry, just the one suit. If you start feeling weird tell me and I'll get you out.

[ But for now he's stepping through the bodies, a weapon out and ready just in case. ]

They were slaughtered. Why?

[sketchycharacter]

Sure thing.

[Probably. Or he'll just sprint for the previous floor.]

That's the question, isn't it? I can only guess that this facility had something someone wanted. But who, and more importantly, did they find it?

floor 1

[cookshisgoose]

[Peggy wasn't looking for a fight either, but she's always prepared for one. She's armed with her pistol in her hand and her shotgun strapped across her back (and those are just her visible weapons), so she's ready...

For nothing, really. Just a mess of papers that really don't have much to offer. Still, she searches them, because even the smallest clue could reveal something important and she doesn't want it to be missed. It's while she's looking and finding basically nothing that she hears Nathan's wise-crack and can't help but smirk. He says what they're all probably thinking, really.]

So that's your official professional opinion? 'Junk'?

[sketchycharacter]

More or less, yeah.

[Smart woman, coming prepared and already looking for a way to salvage information from anything that's been left behind. He drifts over to join her and crouches to pick up some more paper that's been strewn across the floor.]

Potentially useful junk, if this stuff says anything helpful, but junk. You disagree?

[cookshisgoose]

I've yet to decide. [Just because nothing has been useful yet doesn't mean it won't.

So she continues to skim. While there's very little she can read, she starts to pick up on little bits of information that seem familiar.]

How familiar are you with the Ingresses? [She definitely isn't a scientist, especially given how advanced this technology was compared to what she was used to. But being on the Moira as long as she had, she had a vague knowledge of them- at least, enough to pick of key words to tell her that's what this information was referring to.]

[sketchycharacter]

Not...super familiar.

[Not only is he not a scientist, but his formal education concluded at age 12. He's done a ton to educate himself since, but that wasn't concentrated in the STEM fields, and also this is futuristic space bullshit.]

I've hung out with Tony Stark some when he was working with the one on the ship, but it was way beyond me.

What about you?

Floor 1

[takeitslow]

Probably. But I'm not sure why you expected any different. Our luck's not exactly been great lately.

[Peter only knows Nathan in the vaguest sense, but he knew that Nathan had been close to Charlie once and for her sake he looks over in a not so sneaky way of keeping an eye out.]

[sketchycharacter]

Call me an optimist. I was at least hoping for useful junk.

[But then, they haven't explored everywhere in the facility yet.]

I don't know about you, but I don't want to set up a permanent homestead here.

[takeitslow]

How have you stayed optimistic after all this time? Got to tell me your secrets, dude.

At least it's not a beach and we're not getting drugged. But yeah. This place has a total Saturday night horror movie vibe to it. The teenage blob is going to come bursting from a wall any minute.

[sketchycharacter]

I didn't say I was an optimist, I said you can call me one.

[Eh, he kind of is. When he needs to be.]

If a blob does jump out at us...I'm gonna run real fast, because I have no idea how to fight that.

1

[redshitlord]

Maybe junk's useful, somehow, though! And it's totally not monsters, so! Go us.

[Says the robot, who is wrist deep in a pile of said junk. Pulling out what look like bottomless tin cans. Holding them up to his optics.]

[And grinning.]

Check it out! Goggles.

[sketchycharacter]

[He shoots Sideswipe a thumbs-up. No monsters is great. After the chaos before the ship crashed, he's ready to never see monsters again.]

Heh. Cute. They show you anything useful?

[redshitlord]

They show me a dude. A human dude. He's totally spooky.

[He grins to himself as he says it. Trying for a joke here. Hopefully that comes through well enough.]

[sketchycharacter]

[It does. Nate grins.]

Spooky? How am I spooky? You make me sound like a ghost or a vampire or something.

floor one

[democratically]

[She is used to shuffling through large volumes of data on her pad back home. Being a Senator was a job that she had taken seriously and Padmé had always tried to keep herself on top of what was happening. It is how she has had the patience to go through quite a fair number of pages, eyes skimming for any helpful information.

Yet, so far she seems to be coming up blank. Of those words that she does understand, they mean little, like taking a book, ripping it up, tossing the pages in to the air, and then trying to piece together the information. It is a jumbled mess. Her eyes glance across the area, and while she is not familiar with the speaker, Padmé answers anyway.]

It does seem to be that way, but perhaps there may well be some clue somewhere.

[sketchycharacter]

Maybe. I hope so.

[Nate's wary of being optimistic, but he doesn't want to cut off the chance to learn something through needless pessimism, either. He wanders her way, casting a glance over what she's got.]

Find anything that looks interesting? Even if it doesn't make sense. Maybe we can find pieces of information and fit them together.

[democratically]

Define interesting.

[It is said lightly and with a small smile. Still, she motions with her head in the direction of a smaller pile, maybe ten pages in total so far, which is incredibly smaller than the other stack with over fifty.]

I fear there isn't that much, but anything that is not beyond comprehension is in that pile. I can't say the contents are exactly my area of expertise.

[sketchycharacter]

They don't need to be. Anything that sounds like it could be important, even if you can't tell why, could be worth keeping.

[Nate reaches for the smaller pile and begins sifting through it, eyes scanning the pages.]

So what is your area of expertise? I don't think we've talked much before.

deux

[tearsinajar]

Suddenly I feel like we're back on the ship...

[ Her voice is a quiet murmur that trails off on a muffled cough and choking sound, her hand coming up to cover her mouth and nose. Christ, that is disgusting. Elena can already feel her stomach turning and threatening to dump the rations and water she'd had before they'd begun to explore.

Seeing all these bodies, she's reminded of when the Descendants had surprise attacked them; the bodies littered all along the hallway, blood left in almost ankle-deep pools and splattered along the walls. That'd been the day she'd seen him dead, and it had never left her. ]

...you still feel like going through here?

[sketchycharacter]

Not especially, no.

[One hand is right up at his own face, trying to breathe without smell or taking in any of the particles he know must be floating in the air. It doesn't work so well. Hell, he can practically taste them.]

Let's...find somewhere else. With fewer corpses.

[He's seen them before. So has she, he knows, in her line of work and in ways that have nothing to do with him. She's tough. But wading through the dead isn't how they intended to spend the afternoon.]

[tearsinajar]

I almost wonder if that's going to be possible...

[ While the first floor hadn't had much for death and gloom, this second floor was like a mass gravesite. Not something she wanted them to tread through, either. ]

Third floor?

[ A glance back over her shoulder to the staircase, left hand flexing at her side. ]

[sketchycharacter]

Yeah. Let's go.

[He keeps an eye on her and past her as they move, ready for something to jump out at them, or ready for more absolute stillness and more bodies of those who are far past helping. Going deeper into the facility could just lead them to further carnage.

It doesn't, though, and Nate lets out a small sigh of relief as the third floor has the low hum of power and zero dead people that he can see.]

I already like this one better.