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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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[Attention is turned to DD next, eager dog muzzles intruding for attention from two well kept (despite all odds of the journey) huskys and this scruffy possible mix. Kaz contemplates quietly as he sinks his gloved fingers into furry dog cheeks, rubs around those stick-up ears.]
You tell me what you think before I tell you what I think.
[He's thinking of a lot. But for once he doesn't want to blow ceaseless loads of hot air when they've already drawn their own possibly similar conclusions.]
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Venom pulls up a chair and gets himself situated once that's done, preferring not to be the one looming over his companion while he talks. No need for intimidation, not here. ]
I'm thinking that we're still being kept in the dark.
[ That's a long piece of input from Venom. He sighs through his nose, watching as DD contents himself with his status check on Uncle Kaz. ]
They've left bodies in their wake. Not a good sign of faith.
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[He doesn't share the sentiment he'd shared with Fareeha, that they could have just altered their memories. That his was a waste. It feels insensitive to say to someone else who was also altered for some laughable greater good (he's going to make himself angry at John all over again). But they could have just snipped that one small bit out and preserved their personalities. They could have had the option to live.]
I think we've both seen things like this before. Glad we're on the same page.
[Not that this is said...]
So I guess we gotta go with them anyway, right Boss?
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Venom's lips twitch upwards in a cynical half-smile, half-grimace. ]
Some things never change.
[ Corruption is corruption, even in space. It makes his blood boil somewhere— that venom in his veins— but it comes and goes. ]
We have no choice but to follow them. [ That's the reality of it. But wait, there's more: ] But that doesn't mean that we're gonna let them blindly utilize us.
[ 'Like dogs'. They've moved past that phase; they're diamonds, remember? ]
Whatever assets they have, we use to bolster ourselves on the side. Nothing we haven't done before.
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[Which wasn't much. He had expected the ship to hold together, and he dedicated himself to fighting with the crew.]
So we'll have to start again.
[What's new there, either?]
Maybe it'll be less filthy. [Things to look forward to, huh? But he can't shake that day he realized Skull Face had wiped out every Russian soldier in the region around Sahelanthropus's compound. That's what this feels like. What if one day they know too much?]
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What he has right now is the future to think of. Of pushing through.
He's always been a survivalist to the core. ]
Hope they have diamonds on the next planet.
[ Again, he can read Kaz's apprehensions in the lines of his face, but Venom doesn't voice them. Instead, he thumbs gently along the underside of one aviator lens, cleaning a smudge from the rim. ]
...I'm not too concerned. Got my best XO on the case.
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[He's a survivalist, but he never wanted to live destitute. He survived so much that he wanted to earn things being easier. And things were easier for a time, but they've come with being helpless.]
[Something remarkable happens, though. Like some holiday miracle, V offers him words- I'm not too concerned. Got my best XO on the case. -and Kaz glances up from the big dog heads that are resting on his knees for their pettings. Spine a little straighter, brows tilting up, it's as if the acknowledgement does a wonder of good.]
[His work on the ship has been meaningless, by and large, efforts that have gone without results worth anything. But if his work meant something to this one person? Well, that's enough.]
[Okay some results would have been good, but this is still very nice.]
Thanks, Boss. You know I'll try to get us straightened out. Started up at least. Hell, it might be a lot easier with you here. Had to do it all on my own last time.
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You won't be working alone.
[ Solidarity, reassurance. Other things that he knows now that Kaz appreciates and wants to have enunciated in words, because simplicity works. He breathes something soft, knowing, before pulling his hand away and nodding once as punctuation. ]
...Starting to miss you bossing me around, anyway.
[ A JOKE, THIS IS A JOKE... the only bit of levity they have to spare right now. ]
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[What no one saw was those radio conversations. The ones where John admitted his confusions about Tselinoyarsk, bonded over their shared hatred of the results of war, the moments where Snake called him the best man to stand by his side. The feeling of belonging that Zero destroyed when they shared their final words.]
[Venom has assured him of his place, but that's different than telling him that he's been good at it.]
I miss bossing you around, so I guess we both make out like bandits.
[It's a good joke. He's a little disappointed those hands pulled away from him, but the brief spout of pride makes up for it.]
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More than enough.
[ Venom can work with this. Can endure, can pull through. Can make sure that Kaz is safe, that he maintains his integrity as someone who's warming his double's title. Can rebuild and make sure that they go home to what matters.
He can live, and he's content to see Kaz be uplifted during the process. Like he said, that's more than enough. ]
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[Would it be such a bad thing if they had to spend a long time doing that again? If it meant keeping Snake alive, if it meant giving them a future, even if it's not one predicated for them. Either by their own machinations or someone else's.]
[What PDA he can't safely direct to V he spends on the dogs with scratching fingers under chins and behind ears.]
What do we have between us? ...Material objects, I mean.
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He doesn't entertain the notion that he won't make it back, because that seems like a betrayal. There are still parts of him bound to Ishmael, and that's still (despite some newfound misgivings) a psychological fulcrum. A keystone.
Satisfied that Kaz seems marginally less agitated, DD wanders back to Venom and rests on his haunches at Venom's feet. ]
Inventory's still the same. [ As when they were camping, he means. His Windurger, SVG-67, survival knife, dried meat. His iDroid (a glorified music player at this point), his cassette player. Paz's tapes, an electronic cigar. Survival gear gifted to the crew by the Captains as a paltry apology for the situation.
Oh, and— ] —Managed to salvage this, too. [ He reaches inside his pac-disc, and
takes out a cardboard fucking box. ]
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[There's a moment where one can tell Kaz is truly suffering because the people in which he's invested his life, his very being, fucking love their cardboard boxes. He smears his hand down the side of his face, careful of his sunglasses. Sure, okay.]
[He remembers being so enamored with Snake that, despite the onion box, despite that time he was trapped with the horrible sweat smell, he honestly considered asking him if there was room for two in one flirtatiously. (They both knew there was room for two in one, and he knew if he asked Snake would say, "Yeah, it's designed for it, you should know that", and walk off.)]
[What is his life?]
[Alright, back to the subject at hand.]
I made a list of my current possessions. I think I could give you my survival gear. [He holds out his TAB with a list brought up. It reads:
FULTON RECOVERY SYSTEM (NEEDS TO BE RESET)
STEALTH CAMO
COOKING ITEMS
ALCOHOL
BED
KINGSMAN GRENADE
TRANQUILIZER GUN
RESCUE GEAR
INSTAHEAL
MILITARY FATIGUES
COMPASS (LEADS TO MOST LOVED OBJECT/PERSON/LOCATION)
RARE COINS
UNIDENTIFIED MINERAL
FUBBLE
CLASSIC MOVIES
POTIONS (DORIAN)
VARIOUS PERSONAL ITEMS
GUITARS
and he waits for Venom to look it over.] If there's anything in there you need feel free to take it. [He'll just put it in the box.]
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Now for the rest. He takes Kaz's TAB and scrolls through the neatly-recorded inventory (completely unsurprising, how organized his XO is), and takes a gander at his possible loadout. ]
You've got the stealth camo.
[ Good to know. He continues flicking through. ]
'Kingsman grenade'?
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[Obvious he's dodging around the subject of those grenades. It's less that he wants to keep secrets from his CO, and more that he wants to be fair by the person that gave them to him.]
But yeah, I got some stealth camo. Thought we'd be needing it, but I've not really needed to use any yet. I'd be glad to pass them onto you. I'm pretty sure we can eventually find a better drop location for the fultons, too.
[Kaz tips his head back, looking tiredly up at the ceiling, trying to think if he has anything else he can share.] What music do you still have? [Somehow he makes it seem important. There's not a lot of things from home they can enjoy now. Who knows what they'll have when they go. If he knew how Chico had felt...]
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I'll take it.
[ Is his simple conclusion about the stealth camo, before he pulls up a fold-out chair from the fray and settles down as close to Kaz as he can manage with the dogs in the way. He has the music he'd pilfered from Afghanistan and Africa stored onto his iDroid, but he only has one real physical music cassette— that's the one he plays as he tucks one earbud into his XO's ear (the other already attached to his own self) and adjusts the volume.
The song begins with that familiar click, and a second or two of white noise.
Midge Ure filters through the groan of synthesizers, low and meandering:
"—We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend—" ]
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[They've traipsed through a wasteland and ship battles and somehow he thinks they've found more of it than they have in their recent years.]
[He presses his finger to the earbud and leans in, nearly close enough to bump foreheads, and listens. Luckily it's not abrasive and he enjoys it, not quite as much as he does Diamond Dogs but quite a bit, and he focuses on that other than voices in the background.]
[At least they'll have this one little taste of home on that other mysterious side.]