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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
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thisavrou_log2017-01-03 09:25 pm
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With a deep sigh and an equally troubled face of its typical age, he takes a seat beside his friend and idly watches him jot down notes for a few moments. Before he gets too intrusive, though, he turns his attention to his PacDisc and pulls out a pencil, which he extends in Varric's direction.]
I see you already found something to write with, but... Here. For when you run out of ink or charcoal or what have you.
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[He looked back down to his work, scratching out a few more things on the paper before letting out a deep sigh. His gaze drifted back up, meeting the golden stare from his companion. At first, he didn't even notice the item clutched in his hand. It was only after the mage spoke that his gaze fell once again.]
For me?
[Varric reached out, fingers brushing over the tip of the pencil before he paused.]
Don't you have some thousand-page mage rights speech to write?
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Believe me, I already have thousands. [Though he fails to mention that they're all crumpled up in the back of his clinic, and at any rate, very far away from here.
He shakes his head after a moment.] If I get the urge, I can always just prick my finger and write it in blood. That'll get them nice and properly riled up. I got it for you.
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[Better to not bring up negative things just yet.]
I appreciate it. I'll be sure to pen you into my acknowledgments.
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[He looks about as amused as Varric, however. His brows arch and he flicks his wrist to bring attention back to the writing utensil.]
My arm is getting terribly tired. Is something bothering you, Varric? [His tone should be enough to clarify that he already knows the answer to that, but sometimes it's best to make people think getting help is their choice. Especially the people in their merry little band.]
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Thanks, Blondie.
[There were a number of something's on his mind, some of which he didn't want to bring up, and others that he really didn't want to bring up. He sucked in a breath, held it, and then exhaled once more.]
They say that this thing might be able to take us home once it's fixed. Offer is on the table and all that.
Are you... going to go back to Kirkwall?
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Why wouldn't I? I have patients to tend to, mages to help out of the Circle. Our friends are there. [His brows knit together and his eyes fall with those last words. Perhaps he doesn't need to specify aloud that by now he's figured out that Hawke, his Hawke is still there, waiting if not given up entirely on him.]
I have a duty to all of them.
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[Cassandra had once made it a habit to call vapid and self-absorbed man, and maybe she was right. If he hadn't been caught up in himself, he could have noticed the signs sooner. Hell, even if he hadn't, maybe just a little more effort might have spared him.]
[He made a note to complain to the captains at some point in the near future. This blighted trip was making him feel things more often than he cared to.]
[But what was he supposed to say? He'd written books that drove women wild. He'd captivated audiences with his prose, and talked bandits down with his tongue. Yet in the face of losing a friend, all that seemed worthless.]
What if I asked you to stay?
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That doesn't mean, of course, he has to humor the dwarf on everything he has to suggest.]
Why in Thedas would you ask me that? I can't just abandon the people who need me. And just look around us. Do you honestly think I'm suited to this place? This is about as far out of our league as it gets.
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[But if Anders knew...]
It doesn't end well for you, Blondie. For any of us, really. [Well, maybe for Varric in a roundabout way. At least when he was plucked out of his time, he was blissfully drunk.]
[But then, out of everyone he'd lost the most in the end.]
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Is that it? [Another short laugh chokes its way out of him, still devoid of humor and somewhat telling of the fear and disappointment he's hiding.]
Do I give the impression that I expect to singlehandedly save the world and ride off into the sunset with my true love? I know the path I chose. I'm not turning from it now.
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[He managed neither.]
"Is that it?" [Varric's laugh was bitter.] You kill innocent people, blondie. Your "true love" [A scoff.] kills you in return.
Whatever Justice you wanted got left behind. You got so consumed by Vengeance that you let it destroy you.
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That does sound like it would make for a good story. [His words are a quiet, subdued rage, but his upset is obviously biting.]
Maybe you've seen more of my future than I have. And maybe you're from a place entirely different, where Hawke is a man, the Hero of Ferelden didn't die ending the Blight, and nugs fly around on butterfly wings. I am not lounging around here while newborns never get to feel their mothers' touch, Harrowed mages are made Tranquil against their will, and good, kind people like Bethany Hawke rot in glorified dungeons. If I destroy myself trying to stop any of that, I can die a fulfilled man.
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It doesn't stop with your death. Kirkwall falls, and with it go the rest of the Circles. Innocent mages die because Templars can't tell the difference between Apostate and bystander.
It doesn't take long for someone to sow the chaos. Hundreds more people die in the result. [Varric looked back, expression torn between hurt and anger.]
Hawke is one of them.
[Varric opened up the notebook, landing on the page that the new pencil had been tucked into. He grabbed it and held it back out to Anders.]
[Shame washed over the dwarf. He had trusted Anders, believed wholeheartedly that this younger man, the one that could laugh about Sebastian and other such jokes, might have had it in him to change his path.]
[But he'd been wrong.]
Two of my friends died for you. Kirkwall bled because of you. And you'd still do it all again. [Varric dropped the pencil at Anders feet.] Keep the damn thing. I don't need it.
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He rises as well, fists balled at his sides as he blatantly ignores the attempted return of his gift.]
Just who are you trying to fool? Templars already murder who they want, when they want, and they'll keep doing it as long as we allow them to. I don't want war, but if they wage it, there's nothing to do but fight back.
I'm not like you or anyone in Thedas, Varric. I can't just look after me and my own and forget about everyone else. Ignoring this would destroy me faster than acting on it. I'm sorry if you feel that's selfish of me.
[He doesn't want to walk away on this note, not after they'd seemed to mend what he now knows was the problem all along, but Anders can't see a way to fix it now. If Varric believes this is the only possible future for him, what can he possibly do to change his mind? So he just shakes his head and makes for somewhere, anywhere else.]
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[The dwarf had convinced himself that once, he and Anders were friends. It was obvious now how wrong he was. The thought seemed to cool the fire churning within his belly, leaving only a chill in his gut.]
[After a few moments of grumbling under his breath, Varric threw himself back into his seat. He glowered down at the previously discarded pencil, toying with the thought of throwing it far from him. Instead he picked it up and tucked it back into the notebook.]
[It wouldn't be long until he lost Anders again. He couldn't bear to part with the gift -- for all he knew, it would be the only thing to remember the mage by.]