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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
II. So I was gonna do the zappy starter, but then cw: computer mass MASS murder happened instead :|b
But unlike Kerrigan, his satisfaction meets a hard, arrested stall. Once he realizes. Once he takes a look around.
...they're standing in a graveyard.
Not for users. Not even for his kind directly; there are no shattered voxels, no disks left behind. Worse. The rooms are blackened with the scars of worlds, smoothed blobs and shattered drives on which a thousand, thousand programs might have lived. Rinzler's killed and hunted for a thousand cycles' time, purged clubs and cells and the ruins of bombed out cities. He's executed a hundred hundred violations, torn to pieces for his programmer's satisfaction, and ever so rarely for his own.
He's not sure he's ever seen so much death.
Rinzler moves slowly. Rinzler stops, more often than he needs, to look around. They're not his systems, not anything he was charged with taking care of, but they're... significant. (Sickening.) It's wrong. The value slips out without filter, a broken, jarring twist inside his core. He isn't Tron, isn't stupid; Rinzler's known as long as he's existed that users don't care about his kind, but this...
*WHAM*. His looping interrupts with a sharp impact as something slams against the wall nearby, and Rinzler twitches—spins—draws with one smooth motion, disk filling his left hand with a quick hum. Visuals register the fragment of a drive as its frame shatters, pieces raining to the ground with a nauseatingly gentle patter of sound. The figure beyond it is even easier to pick out. Background data filters in slowly, adding massive energy readings and user powers, remote control to the being's file.
Most of Rinzler is just too furious to care. He stalks toward her, fist clenched around his disk as his mask jerks sideways with a snarl. What. Is. She. Doing?]
Kerrigan isn't an unintentional mass murderer. Just desecrating the remains of civilization
No one knows she's Zerg here, no one knows her history enough to hate her. From what little she's seen of Rinzler he's not the type for subtlety or subterfuge. Something else, then. Perhaps he's reacting poorly to her telekinesis.]
Rinzler.
[She holds out her towards him, but it's obviously not in any kind of friendly or reconciling gesture. There's a build-up of energy, and she's ready to stop an attack, to retaliate with her telekinesis.]
Don't try me.
[There's no organic mind there for her to read, so he's something synthetic. She's not going to waste time trying anything else while he might attack. There's no telling what he's capable of doing.]
Oh, absolutely! But Rinzlers gotta Rinzler.
He can feel it. And if the unspoken threat (threat, threat) doesn't get Rinzler to back down, his answer to her verbal one is even less conciliatory. Slowly, deliberately, Rinzler's empty hand reaches down to his weapon... and splits the disk in a flare of light. Blades sing in either grip, a bright, clear hum over the snarled static of his noise.
Make him.]
Murderecat's fur is up. Kerrigan's not in the mood to deal with this.
He's not hers, though. She doesn't need to assert her superiority over him, and she won't be drawn into making the first move, to starting a fight she doesn't understand the reason behind.
So while they're staring each other down she reaches out, trying to recall what it felt like through the Leviathan and Izsha, talking directly to a machine. Attempting to open a signal while she spoke out loud.]
I'm not playing. If you have a problem, you're either going to have to attack me, or tell me what it is.
[There it was. ]
See, now you're just asking for the icon.
Access request—
—stalls—
Transmission type: broadcast, single-channel—
—freezes—
Connection—]
[What?]
[It's sentiment as much as language. Code more than either. It's followed by an utter hash of data, half-filtered processing cluttering the link with a background static of suspicion and shock. What is this, how had she—this is two-way. Rinzler doesn't have the permissions to communicate, and this kind of ping should be impossible outside of a real system. He doesn't know how much he's sending—he doesn't know if he should. He's still angry.
One thing is clear, though, no matter how much (or little) Kerrigan can piece together: it's been a long time since Rinzler was in the practice of output.]
extra light sources. I've moved up in the world.
She brushes it aside to focus on what's going on.
>"You're angry with me. Why."
Time to get this sorted out.]
Pff no THIS icon (with zero relevance to the current tag)
She can't see his code, or know his purpose. But even over such a rough connection, the dichotomy is tangible. Rinzler doesn't feel like enough to make a full AI.
He acts like it, though. Another raw hash prickles back across the link: suspicion, wariness, sharp and fixed. Fingers twitch, curled around the weapons in each hand, and if he doesn't look quite as ready to attack, he still doesn't give the impression that he would mind the opportunity. The junk data pares down swiftly, leaving a tight, focused line.]
> [Broke us.]
THAT IS BOTH ADORABLE AND CREEPY
Finally the connection clears up a bit, and Rinzler responds. Despite the ease of communication like this, the fact that he doesn't have to type everything how, he's still too concise.
>"Us who." Because that's more like a reasonable answer. She's broken a lot of things and people, but nothing that makes sense. Nothing that explains the switch between wary allies to angry hostility.]
AS ALL GOOD MURDERCATS SHOULD BE
The black helm inclines pointedly to the ground—no, the debris. Electronic fragments that have been chopped to pieces, blasted—and more recently, smashed against the walls. Computers might be the assumed identifier, and it wouldn't be completely wrong... but the word that fires back across the link is much more fundamental.]
> [Programs.]
no subject
Oh.
It was a new perspective for her. Synthetic life like Rinzler that could think and feel and have emotions. The anger over other machines being destroyed, and Kerrigan smashing their remnants. Was it the equivalent of her throwing a human corpse around?
Either way, she lowers the limbs on her back into a more neutral position and slides out of the threatening stance she was in.
>"I see. I won't do that anymore."
What else is she going to say. She doesn't understand, not really, she's not going to apologize, because it's the kind of thing there's no apologizing for. Not among all the other destroyed machinery that adds to what she's been doing.]
no subject
...it's nothing new. Rinzler had reacted more from loathing than from shock; more from shock than any personal concern for the derezzed. Empathy has never been the enforcer's strong suit, and even as blades hum in either hand, there's an uncertain fracture in the back of his mind, stable footing crumbling away. Why does it matter? The user hadn't killed them. She wouldn't have cared any more if she had.
None of them ever do, and he hates it—
Noise rises in a vicious snarl, and Rinzler's disks flare in each grip before he jams them back into one unit. A hand reaches back, redocking with a sharp twist, and the program turns aside. The fluid crouch of combat dissolves to Rinzler's usual hunch: bent spine, bowed head, empty hands at either side. And if those hands are still curled, ready to break and fight, if his shoulders remain drawn into a knot of angry tension... this user isn't Clu. He doesn't owe it to her to be perfect.
Besides. If Rinzler doesn't know the false assumption, he's been placated by enough users to doubt her change of words is any more. He turns, making to leave. The broadcast channel won't pick up any directed response, though the grating, angry mismatch of the program's sound seems to be as much internal as outside right now.]
no subject
She watches, and listens to the snarling, unnatural noises he produces before he combines his weapons into one and then attaches it to his back. There aren't real muscles in there, but the way he stands, the lines of tension and anger, are an impressive imitation of a human. Part of her is curious how he was made, exactly what it is that's going on, what she's seeing.
But he's enough of a being for her to respect his autonomy, for her to not really want to pry the same way she doesn't want anyone poking and prodding at her. She waited until he had left, watching him go, before she dropped the connection. The fun she'd had exercising her powers was gone now, so she leaves as well. There's work to be done.]