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january event log

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!

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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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Do... you think we're really gonna get home?

[He meant to sort of address the whole room, anyone around him. But given he ended up accidentally standing over the short human, that's probably who's going to hear him best.]

[At least he's not making a threat. Just sort of huddling up with his arms around himself.]

[At this point, Varric doesn't so much as blink twice at his new companion. He'd seen all types of bizarre shit wandering about the camps. By now, nothing could surprise him.]

[At least, he hoped nothing could surprise him. And if it did surprise him, he hoped that ,at the very least, whatever it was was on tehir side.]

I don't know. I really don't know.

[Varric wanted to say more -- that he hoped that they wouldn't go home. But that had more to do with him, and nothing to do with the thing beside him.]

[Sideswipe takes the response as an offer to sit. To keep on talking. So sit he does. Plunking himself down next to the writing guy, knees pulled up to his chest.]

Man... I thought that's what was supposed to happen when we got here. Like, stuff would all be cool again.

Y'know?

I don't know what they promised you, but this is all new to me. In my experience though, more often than not, people get this wrong. [Maybe this was an unfamiliar situation for the crew of the Moira, maybe the thing next to him had never been in faced with something like this. But Varric had thought purging the Qunari would be the end of Kirkwall's woes. He thought closing the breach would settle things for the Inquisition. Both times, he had been wrong.]

All they said was like, "hey, come hang out on our cool ship and also be cool and when we get to this hub thing you'll be home!"

But now we're here. And... y'know.

[He awkwardly gestures around them. At a loss for words.]

[Varric was just as awkward, finding himself at an uneasy loss for words. Unlike the creature beside him, there were no promises made to the dwarf. He had nothing to expect at the Hub.]

[But he wasn't going to sit there with his thumb up his ass, either.]

I'm sure they'll figure it out. I've made my fair share of brainless leaders. These guys? Not like that.

[Admittedly, there was a fair amount of ass-talk happening on the writer's part. He barely knew the captains, and certainly couldn't evaluate their character fully.]

[But so far at least, they'd been diligent. That would have to be enough.]

Really? You think so?

[He perks up a little, though, looking at him like Varric's suddenly speaking incredible truth or something. He's like 18 in robot years okay, this is rough.]

[A beat or two later, he blinks, and then offers down a hand. Sideswipe isn't as massive as a lot of bots, but he's still pushing fifteen feet -- needless to say he's careful.]

Oh right, sorry. S'up dude. I'm Sideswipe.

[Looking up at Sideswipe was dizzying, to say the least. He didn't think it could get any worse than trying to have a staring contest with the Bull, but here he was.]

[The look Varric gave the hand was between speculative and disbelieving. He thought he'd been taking the whole thing in stride, but being offered a robot hand?]

[His new book was getting more and more unbelievable.]

Tethras. Varric Tethras. [He set a palm on the top of one of his fingers, blinking as he did. How the kid thought he would actually shake his hand, he didn't know.]

Don't worry. It's all gonna be fine, kid.

When'd you show up dude?

['Dude' is apparently a staple of his vocabulary. He bounces his finger a bit, like he's shaking a hand. In all the time he's been around humans and human-shaped people, he's had some practice at handshakes.]

Yeah... I hope so. I'm kinda tired of everything going to scrap.

Shortly after the crash landing. From what I hear, I missed quite the party.

[He might have liked to see the Moira in her prime. Or maybe that was his need for a mug of ale speaking and a warm bed speaking.]

[It didn't matter. Instead of looking back on what he had missed, he had something to look forward to. Already, he had begun daydreaming about overflowing cups and beds stacked high with furs.]

[Or whatever the bullshit future equivalent was.]

Guessing you've been here longer than me? [He turned his head to the towering metal man, a brow quirked.]

Literally, man.

[He laughs a bit, spreading out his hands and waggling his fingers.]

We totally partied for like two years on this one planet. It was awesome. I mean, for us bots. 'Cause like, two years is nothing to me. I'm already a thousand or so.

[He sounds super proud of that.]

Yeah. A while. I kinda forgot.

Shit. [Again, Varric felt the familiar sense of longing, a wish that he'd arrived sooner. He missed a hell of an adventure, it seemed. The kind of thing he could have enjoyed with Hawke, rather than dicking about and missing her.]

[Varric pushed the thought to the back of his head. He could think about it later, when he wasn't trying to have a conversation. He doubted that the creature beside him wanted to hear about his problems.]

You really didn't notice two years passing you by? [This was a much better conversation to have.]

Yeah, that's what everyone says when they hear that story. They are pretty jealous.

[Sideswipe that's not why most people swear when you say it. They say it because the entire crew partied for two years. That's a long time for people.]

[He just shrugs in answer.]

Dude. Two years is like... nothing to us. The old timers around here are like... millions of years old.

You're shitting me. [Not much could take the dwarf by surprise at this point, yet here he was, struggling to keep his jaw off of the floor. gazed at the overgrown suit of armor, utterly incredulous.]

[Though Varric doubted he would forget anything he had been told in the past few minutes, after a few minutes of stunned contemplation, he picked up his pencil. He spent a span of a few minutes quickly scribbling down everything he had been told.]

Anyone ever tell you you don't act your age? [Varric's brows furrowed after he spoke. He supposed his behavior made sense, in context, if his elders truly were a million years old.]

Nnnnnope. Ultra Lameness is probably like, the oldest dude here.

[The guy's real name is Ultra Magnus but good luck getting that one out of Sideswipe. He's also probably not even the oldest, but that's who Sideswipe is taking his irritation out on, apparently.]

[Then he scowls.]

What's that supposed to mean, man?

Ultra lameness. [Varric snorted, then wrote it down. After a moment of thought, he added a set of quotations. Something that "original" needed to be attributed to the proper source.]

[At Sideswipe's sudden shift in mood, Varric raised a hand, motioning for calm.]

I've met some centuries old spirits before, is all. Usually they're very... [There were no words for how droll they were.] They're not like you. I actually like you.

I'm serious, he is the most lame in the galaxy.

[He even rolls his optics as he says it. He'd never really forgiven Magnus. Not really. He could pretend to, around Riptide, but not truly.]

[It was too hard.]

They're boring, right? Like super mega boring? Megabores?

He here? [He hoped not. The last thing he wanted was to listen to something droll. If this so-called viscount of lame was lingering about, Varric would make a point of avoiding him.]

Yeah, they're boring. [He snorted at 'megabores.'] But you aren't. Hence, not acting your age.

Yeaaaaaaaaah. Somewhere. Maybe he blew up in the crash.

[he hasn't seen him in a while, though. And while Sideswipe doesn't really wish Magnus dead, the reprieve is sort of nice.]

Uh, dude. All 'bots my age act like this unless they're like. Weird.

[No they don't.]

I'll cross my fingers for you then.

[Varric squinted up at the 'bot,' almost annoyed for a brief moment, before another wave of mirth overtook him.]

Guess there's a difference between bots and spirits, huh?

[He shoots him a pair of fingerguns of all things.]

You got it, dude!

[Unfamiliar as the gesture was, Varric was left to study his fingers for a long few seconds. After a moment though, he mirrored the gesture, grin splitting his features.]

You're a good kid. [Is it wrong to call someone clearly older than him a kid? Nope, not at all.]

Whoo hoo.

I'd rather be a cool hero. Y'know?

[He appreciates it, Varric. But on the other hand, he's just tire of being a kid. Of not being "mature enough".]

[Varric understood the sentiment. In some ways, it reminded him of Carver, which in turn made him ache for Kirkwall for a moment.]

[Weird.]

Tell you what. My next book'll feature a cool hero. Extremely tall. Made of metal. Goes by the name of Sideswipe. How 'bout that?

Book?

[Look at him perk up in curiosity.]

What's a book?

[Please don't murder him, Varric, he comes from Robot Planet.]

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