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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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[ Spoken with a soft fondness and a touch of pride, of course. Angela balances the workload well and there wasn't often much to do with Medbay, so even understaffed, they were able to maintain it just fine. She and Adrien were both orderly to a fault so everything had its place and they cleaned up after themselves as they went— it wasn't so bad, really. Her weariness is more from the travel and the food preparation, the logistics of ensuring everyone's fed and water is distributed from the canteens medical had gotten ahold of that constantly refill with fresh water.
Apparently, though, she'd been a little too cavalier in her wording. 76 almost sounds amused when he questions her choice and she tilts her head in silent question, watching him. ]
Well, yes. Even if you aren't meaning to, you and the few others checking the bodies for weapons are clearing them of inflammable items. There's already talk of burying or cremating these people, whoever they may have been, so once you've cleared a body and I've covered it, they're ready to move. It's a cut-and-dry way to approach such a thing, but it's no less true.
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76 doubles down on the gruffness just in case, though he doesn’t direct it at her.]
It’d go faster if people weren’t trying to stop me.
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The blanket draws up, tucks under the shoulders, and there's a quiet moment she bids this soul her well wishes before her attention is drawn back to 76. ]
Well, you're free to use me as an excuse. That you're working with the doctors.
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[It's convenient, but seeing as one of the people chastising him was Fareeha, he isn't sure if he wants to try to use Angela as leverage in that particular instance.
He pauses what he's doing to watch her try and give a body some modicum of respect, but goes back to work as soon as it seems like she could turn her attention back to him.]
If you don't think I'd damage your reputation.
[You know. Terrorist.]
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[ It'd be different if he were shoving corpses around, somehow maiming them, or really putting up a fight with others— but she's come to know him at least decently enough to know otherwise. There's no reward in such actions and he controls himself better than to lash out so ineffectively even were he angry.
Well wishes sent, her touch slips off the blanket and she remains knelt beside him for a little while longer. ]
My reputation will be far more difficult to tarnish than that, you know. I've worked hard for my image here. Like a steel trap.
[ I mean, not the best application of the phrase, but her point gets across. ]
Shall we move along?
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[Mostly because he knows her so well. If she hasn't rejected Soldier: 76 by now, he doubts she ever will. She seems to have come to consider him an ally, terrorist attacks and McCree incident and all--it has him wondering if she doesn't know, and is just good about not letting it on.
He decides he'd rather not think about that. 76 hefts his gun, a nonverbal agreement that yes, it's time to move.]
Lead the way, Doc.
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[ The good has come to far outweigh the bad— there were a dozen and more moments he's earned her respect and patience beyond his initial arrival's panic and his pestering her to speed up progress on Jesse's wraith-like change so very like Gabriel's. She'd understood, even if she'd been annoyed, and the rest? Well. She's already leveled with him that she'd appreciated his lack of brutal violence on the matter, though her interest was reserved in hopes of learning more about his purpose and goals. A far-off dream and a silly thought, perhaps, but one could hope.
That's what she used to be so good at, after all.
With the particular person left clean and arranged respectfully, 76 hefts that monster of a gun onto one shoulder and lingers, waiting on her to rise as well. It's an affirmative even before he tells her to lead the way, and she'll just take the spare moment to brush her knees off before observing those around them.
While she'd tried to be methodical, she ended up going after those checking the bodies and it's gotten rather scattered— as they walk and she passes those who have clearly been checked over, she'll deposit a folded blanket or sheet on their chest to indicate the need for cover. But over here— she steps off in one direction and, yes, this area seems untouched. ]
Most here seem to be untouched. You know, I've been meaning to ask— that visor... is your vision all right? I've never seen you come near medbay for anything out of the ordinary.
[ Which is a delicate way to say, after he'd barged his way out on arrival, he'd only come the time he was turning into a werewolf and then to lord over Jesse. ]
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[Of course, he knows her so well.
He senses there's something a little deeper in her question, one that gives him a feeling he should be careful about the answer. It's likely she already has suspicions about his enhancements, and there aren't many SEP graduates left. Sure, shady government experimentation is not the only way to augment oneself, but he can see Angela putting pieces together.
Is she asking to admonish him, or to see if he'll let something slip? 76 takes a moment to answer.]
It's just an environment scanner. Don't need it to see.
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It may have had more punch if she wasn't settling in to rifle through a corpse's clothing for personal effects or weaponry.
Her question was idle curiosity at best, but there's no denying the visor (and his gun, for that matter) were Overwatch technology, even if they'd never followed through on development. She'd remembered most of the squandered projects like that visor, and there couldn't be but a handful of prototypes left. ]
I'm aware. I remember the project; you were lucky to get ahold of one. I just wasn't sure which version you had, is all. Some had been used for macular degeneration or other retinal damage. If that had been the case and anything were faulty, I would have liked to offer assistance with it.
[ But her suspicions on SEP involvement (and otherwise) aren't to be argued with by this point. It's a narrow pool and as far as she could tell, he sported no cybernetic augmentations. She had an ear (and eye) for them and likely would've heard metal joints or the quiet thrum of a power source, the occasional venting or grind or click— no, his work was naturally done. If not genetically altered, then neurologically tampered, removing the body's natural limiters and training himself up beyond what most were capable of. The details were largely redacted but it had been one or the other. Not that she'd had many occasions to observe his feats.
Perhaps she had been seeking a sliver of information, but mostly, she is just making conversation. ]
But I'm glad that isn't the case. [ Another beat, and then: ] What do you think we'll be facing ahead, 76? This was to be our way home, and yet...
[ What surrounds them implies quite the opposite. ]
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Nice of you to offer.
[But unnecessary. When given the chance to move the conversation along, he jumps at it.]
Think we might end up facing the people who did this.
[This meaning the massacre in front of him. 76 sees no reason to sugarcoat that.]
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This was quite some time ago, so I'm rather hoping we don't find whoever may still be around. Though answers would be ideal, I don't imagine anyone will be so willing to share if they were willing to destroy the Ingress portals downstairs and now these people; I can only assume they're technicians and scientists.
Many share the same uniform, and I suppose even across the galaxies there is a universal tidiness to labwork that requires such styles. [ The clothes she indicates by smoothing out one particular fold in a sleeve, because labs tended to so favor snug fits and thicker materials to protect the skin from any volatile chemicals present, possibly spilled or splashed. ] Nor will they likely be so kind as to return us home, if no one has made themselves known to us yet.
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Whoever they were, seems like they were messing around with things they shouldn't.
[But isn't that how it always goes?]
I don't have high hopes for getting home. What'll you do?
[If this turns out to be nothing but a dead end.]
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Perhaps; though I was under the impression this was supposed to be the home world of the Ingress technology. I didn't see anything untoward downstairs.
[ The following question, however, gets a bittersweet turn of a smile from her when she realizes it's implications. She's already been thinking about it, really. A conversation with Snake— no, David, is imminent in that particular future. ]
I suppose I'd simply continue as I have been; working in medical applications, trying to keep my fellow agents intertwined. It's been herding cats thus far. [ Not to mention Gabriel, who 76 has clearly shown interest in dealing with. They needed to figure that out above all else but again, herding cats. ] Continue my research for Reaper, as well, but I have precious little left of my samples and no proper lab now to move forward.
And you?
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[Supposed to be a lot of things, but it's very clear that nothing is living up to expectations. She's as realistic as ever, and it doesn't surprise him at all to hear this answer. It's quintessential Angela--to press forward and help others no matter what the circumstances.
Of course, Reaper gets his attention more than anything else.]
You never did tell me what you found.
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Nothing I hadn't already suspected— a nanite mutation, it seems, though the cause of which is difficult to say. The samples are increasingly difficult to work with the more I have to access them for multiple rounds, and now I'm without the proper facilities to continue. Whatever Jesse had been was not quite the same, however. Though the concept was there. His change had been a temporary one and he had not been directly affected by whatever had happened to Reaper. He had been an artificial recreation of sorts, as far as I can tell, yet that doesn't help me in applying the knowledge to someone else.
I'll need to secure samples directly from Reaper himself. Figure out how bad the corruption is in the nanomachines still swarming, how their maintenance protocols are handling the damage, observe the shifting state of being.
[ She takes a moment to rub her face on her sleeve, then her brow. A testament to exhaustion rather than exertion. ]
It gave me a glimpse and nothing more. I don't imagine Reaper will be very forthcoming with me anymore, either. Before, I had thought I may have held a sort of advantage from his compliance, but...
[ She'd been proven quite wrong, hadn't she? ]
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He refrains from saying that perhaps Angela should have known better than to think she had that sort of advantage, foregoing that in favor of talking business like always.]
What kind of sample would you need?
[He's more than willing to go out and get it, especially if it means solving the issue.]
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(It's kind of him not to mention her foolishness, at least. She's beat herself up over it enough. She had been naive and saw light where it was only a reflection in the shadows; she knows.)
His inquiry after samples, however, has her slowing the final touches as she covers another corpse, sighing through her face mask. She'll need to dab fresh peppermint on it here soon. The smell is starting to seep back through. ]
I don't want anyone to get hurt, 76. He's not someone compliant to others scraping his flesh off, less so now than he would have ever once been especially.
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[Implying, of course, that he's the one who's able to do such a thing. 76 isn't backing down from that, mostly because he's no stranger to fighting Reaper. Better him than the rest of them. He'll more than willingly put himself in the line of fire if it means keeping the others from getting hurt. To him, this is the most logical course of action.]
I could do it for you.
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He claims to be able to take on Reaper, confirming with a certain touch of finality that if he isn't a super soldier, he is at the very least augmented somehow. Yet he bears no sign of cybernetics, no familiar slide of lubricated silicone or the heavier step of a metal leg, no recalibrating clicks of mechanical fingers beneath his gloves. If he's been enhanced, it's been genetically.
There aren't many like him left. She's silent for some time, but finally, a few long moments later: ]
You've fought him before then, I take it. At length.
[ She's already told him it'd require tissue samples; she won't specifically ask, however— at least not yet. ]
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[Which is an understatement. 76 is still trying to play it off like Reaper is much more interested in him than 76 is in Reaper, but he's already betrayed personal investment. There's no reason for him to lie about the fact that they've fought, so he offers Angela a shrug.]
But I've always come out the other end okay.
[More or less. He's still sure that Angela notices his slight limp, even weeks later.]
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You need to be careful, whether you've come out the other end 'okay' or not. [ And because he's absolutely correct, and she'll use the chance to call him on it— ] Your leg hasn't been healing well, after the weeks. You're not approaching him at full strength. Please, 76, I won't tell you what to do either way, but I will ask that you please be careful. If for any reason you're within close quarters and you can manage without injury, I would appreciate tissue samples. But only if.
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[Jack knows him intimately, after all. He doesn’t say it with any kind of hostility in his voice—just a plain statement of fact. He knows Gabriel Reyes, and though Reaper is a far cry from that man, they’re similar enough that Jack likes to think he can predict how he works.
And of course, Angela’s worried about him. It twists that thing in his chest and it takes him a moment to answer, like he’s deciding how to approach this.]
I’ll be careful, Doc. You can trust me.
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Angela doesn't know what Reaper's life had been like, and she certainly couldn't get a lick out of 76. His statement is met with a soft acknowledgment under her breath, a mere hum as she settles another sheet over another corpse, still not even halfway through those remaining.
To discuss such things in the midst of such carnage is the closest she's been to queasy in some time. Worry had a way of knotting her up that the most grisly scenes couldn't manage. "You can trust me," and there's that twinge again. That familiarity that plies at the fine webbing of cracks in her.
She can't help but wonder why she feels as though she can trust him. ]
I do hope you're right. [ Then, a little offhandedly in an attempt at casual nonchalance: ] How is your leg doing?
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[Or this whole operation will end in disaster for everyone. He'll just have to trust in his own abilities and hope that luck is on their side. He takes a moment to watch Angela, trying to piece together what might be going through her mind. If she's having suspicions and trying to talk herself out of them.
But he supposes it doesn't matter, not when they're settling on this common goal. Easier said than done, when he isn't functioning at full capacity. His knee doesn't get by her--of course it doesn't.]
Better. Still healing.
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She's trying so hard not to project wants and wishes on this man; it's clear he's had a rough enough life without her adding to it.
Angela had iced his knee early on, after all. She doesn't forget wounds. Isn't that all the more reason he's been wary around her? And all the trekking has done him zero favors in healing, no matter how she may have urged him to rest and elevate his leg once they set up camp and hunkered down each night. ]
It's been made no easier with the constant activity and stress put upon it. I hope you've been remembering to ice it and keep your leg up when you can?
[ The look she gives him is almost apologetic— that she can't do more, that she's fussing, that she's burdening him with her thoughts at all. Yet she picks up her staff and triggers it when it's nearing his direction, hopefully providing a bit of a boost and some temporary pain relief. Just a quick zap, really, because any more wouldn't do him any good— then she's climbing to her feet. ]
I should let them know that there's more people to remove, now. Try to clear a wider path to allow more people through and begin the burials before it's dark.
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