january event log

[hohnkai]

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!

E V E N T L O G

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 welcome to thisavrou ( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! Everything will be switching over during the end of the month. )

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Obi-Wan Kenobi | Star Wars | OTA (cw: possible blood, gore, death, etc.)

[jedimindtrick]

all floors—

[ Like a heady brew, the return of the Force leaves Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi feeling particularly light, airy even, with a bit of a bubble. Almost young again. He can hardly help it, though, having spent so very long (what could have been a near-eternity from certain points of view) feeling every bit of his thirty-nine years (and particularly the last fifteen or so). He'd felt too old, practically useless, like maybe all that was truly keeping him together was the Force.

But all that's changed, hasn't it? Again. With the aid of the Force once more, everything is that much more within his reach: Peace, knowledge, serenity, harmony — even feeling becomes easier, because he once more has all the strength he needs to acknowledge his emotions and then let go of them.

To say he's relieved would be an understatement (although he's never quite been one to show it). Instead, he funnels his renewed spirit into what he does best: helping others. To do what he can to explore their new surroundings, he uses the Force as his guide, pairing off with a suitable ally where possible.

Obi-Wan will be exploring all floors in an effort to uncover additional clues about this new destination, while doing all he can to test the boundaries of his now returned Force powers. ]

[[ OOC Note: By default, Obi-Wan will not use the Force on your character. If you'd like to opt-in, hit up his permissions here! ]]

Re: Obi-Wan Kenobi | Star Wars | OTA (cw: possible blood, gore, death, etc.)

[farmboyjedi]

Luke is drawn to his old mentor's Force presence after he steps through and feels the Force flow through him once again, like a cascade of rushing water. He's also an adult again, and it all feels wonderful.

"It feels good....being back to normal." he says. "It isn't the first time I've been without the Force, but it's certainly the longest. I'm finally beginning to feel alive again, I think."

Like Obi-Wan, he's falling into exploring and helping, although he's still debating whether to tag along or not.

"What do you think is best...exploring together, or moving off in different paths?" he asks. "Another thought I had is that maybe we could take nearby areas...it would cover more ground, but we could still communicate to each other through the Force if either of us needs help or finds something important."

[jedimindtrick]

"Let's stay together," Obi-Wan replies, not the least bit interested in letting anyone go it alone — not even an accomplished Jedi. Without a clear idea what's ahead, he doesn't think it's worth it to cover more ground if it means the risk is greater for both of them.

Picking through the first floor, even initially, is uneventful, although Kenobi doesn't allow his guard to drop. He glances at Luke. "This wasn't my first experience with it either — with this severance from the Force." Obi-Wan finds the memories unpleasant enough that he doesn't offer them outright. Nevertheless, it leaves him curious. "What happened to you before that caused it?"

[farmboyjedi]

Luke nodded. It did make sense to stay close. They had no idea what was here, and two were better than one in that case.

Obi-Wan asked about Luke's previous experience. "ysalamiri." Luke replied. "They're reptiles that move pretty slow and don't look like much...but their prey is Force-sensitive. So they developed a natural ability to suppress it. Makes them attractive as anti-Jedi measures...Imperials would carry them on nutrient frames on their backs...not a good thing to run into."

"I crashed my X-Wing near a smuggler base on Myrkyr. The Emperor was dead, but the mods and admirals re-surged at us for a while, and some fighting was going on. The forest was full of them,and I was captured. I escaped but had to survive a night in the woods with the Force blocked...and who was determined to kill me as soon as we got out of there. Luckily it didn't happen and I made it out alive. And, believe it or not, the woman, Mara...is now my wife."


Luke was keeping his senses alert as he talked. Looking around, it seemed something bad had happened...he didn't like it. "Whatever happened here must've been terrible."

[jedimindtrick]

Obi-Wan thinks to himself of Makashi, Form II, and how he'd thought the namesake was little more than a myth to those whole practice the tactics in his own time. He almost mourns for his inability to visit the archives and look into the subject a little deeper, always one to be fascinated by the strange and obscure, particularly with regard to the Force.

"We seem to have all had our fair share of that," he responds to Luke's point, rueful in a way that feels as much of him now as any of his Jedi training. After all of these years at war, all Kenobi can think is how he would very much like to live the remainder of his life without incident, without seeing strife at every turn.

He shuffles a few papers on his way past and then glances back at Luke. "You married the enemy?" It's not quite amusement in his voice, and he most certainly isn't judging Skywalker for it, but that's certainly what it sounds like.

Floor Two, because why the fuck not.

[ex_forcechoke292]

[There has been a visible, even palpable relief since they crawled through the tunnels and ended up in the hub proper. There may not be much natural life here--it seems the whole planet is missing that--but what life remains is so much more easily felt. The Force surging back is almost too strong, tingling in places not unlike a limb waking back up and feeling numb in the resulting blood rush. After so long missing it, Anakin's spent the majority of exploring that first floor doing little more than reacclimating to the sensory overload.

He remarks on it as little as his friend does, and perhaps there's still some awkward sheepishness left over from the sting of their brutal argument, but he doesn't need to be told about the similar relief he senses from the other man, likely as little as Obi-Wan needs to be told in turn.

Anakin starts to take the lead as they approach the second floor, until he halts at the first door they see and he feels the sudden, intense urge to vomit. The Force is both a blessing and a curse, he's always been told as much, but he never thought he'd get to a point of willing it away, knowing painfully too well what that silence feels like. He takes a deep breath and immediately regrets that too.

There's no need to be as well-acquainted with war as he has been in his 22--no...it's 23--years to understand what lingers in the air. Lanteeb is the most painful reminder, the most present and visceral, as they'd hidden from the Separatists among bodies too numerous to count. Not even the Temple, as awfully ruined as they'd witnessed it, compared to this.

He coughs, and turns back with a nauseated wince. There isn't much choice but to go forward, not unless they want to stick to the deserted first level for another eternity.]

Please tell me we're not going to get used to this.

[jedimindtrick]

[ There's no need for a flicker of recognition when everything either of them needs to know about what's ahead is there long before the taste, the smell, before the real severity of what they're about to wade through becomes obvious. Kenobi comes to a stop next to his friend and tries very hard not to think too deeply about any of what he's processing, but Anakin's mind is racing and after all this time, there's really no ignoring that as it echoes around the Force. ]

We haven't yet, have we?

[ And yet Obi-Wan feels every bit like they've been presented with far too many opportunities to do just that. ]

Watch your step.

[ A simple word to the wise, and one he intends to follow himself as he picks his way through the rotten carpet of once-living organisms. Scrubbing against his watering eyes feels ill-advised, but he'd rather that than trip into the putrid mess they've happened upon. ]

[ex_forcechoke292]

[If Obi-Wan is expecting him to still his mind now, it's a hopeless wish and too late for a reminder. The disgust, likewise, is projected with crystalline clarity when that door opens. It's right in that moment that he both understands the quartermaster's allotment of breathers, and similarly wishes he had it equipped. Among all the junk they'd managed to accumulate, sadly, if the mask had been functional, it might have seemed a grand idea.

As is, he keeps his overlarge robe sleeve fixed over his mouth and nose, and tries to maintain breathing through his mouth only. It's little help, the decay is so cloying in the air, it tastes about as well as it smells. No, no one could ever get used to this.]

How long do you think they've been here? This smells too bad to be recent.

[He follows Obi-Wan cautiously, picking his way through the abandoned, likely forgotten corpses (if anyone was even around to remember them), but keeps fixated on anything else he can in their surroundings: the layout of the structure, the ceilings, the less obvious signs of struggle. He has to try to stay focused on everything but, because of course their senses return only in time to be overwhelmed with such complicated misery.]

[jedimindtrick]

[ It almost makes sense not to smell or talk or think, if only that were an option until they were through this mess. Unfortunately, this is one area where the Force can do little more than aid them in pushing forward. It can't take the taste from their mouth or the chill from their bones, and it doesn't stop roiling with the strife of so many dead just because it's bound to make a couple Jedi dizzy.

Where Anakin is doing all he can to avoid the mess of people, Obi-Wan finds he can't look anywhere else. It's like a battlefield — worse maybe, in that it doesn't appear those left behind could have had much of chance against whatever tore the place apart. ]

I wouldn't venture to guess.

[ There are too many factors in play for Obi-Wan to know anything. Given time and equipment he could make some kind of determination, but as it stands, all he can think about it how he's not sure he wants to proceed if he isn't certain there's a different way back. ]

We shouldn't linger. The fact that we haven't encountered bodies before now does not seem like a coincidence.

Second Floor

[dust_of_life]

[Once again, Fatima finds herself within an all-too-familiar scene. Dead bodies. Bodies, bodies, and more bodies. Like some kind of polluted sea. She walks among them, glancing this way and that in an attempt to assess how they died.

She's neither disgusted, nor reviled a the sight. In the last few years--in her whole life, really--she's seen just as many bodies. Some of them in even worse shape than this.

None of it bothers her.

What's really bothering her, more than she could ever possibly say, is the fact that she isn't...bothered. She can't even bring herself to feel sad right now. She feels nothing. She's just...numb.

At least until she looks up and sees Obi-Wan. There's a curious comfort in familiar face.]

You made it.

[jedimindtrick]

[ The proximity allows for Kenobi to reach out, a warm hand resting flat on Fatima's arm. ]

I did.

[ And how fortunate he is, not just for surviving, but having a friend out there that's invested in him living on. In light of that, he wouldn't be a very good friend if he didn't try to return the favor. ]

What's the matter? [ His eyebrows knit together and he dips his head slightly, eyes turning to take in their gruesome surroundings. ] Beyond the very obvious, I mean.

[ Perhaps it's a whisper in the Force, or maybe just plain old intuition, but there's a sense of something lonely and cold and stony about Fatima that he doesn't ever remember seeing before. ]

[dust_of_life]

[She shakes her head slightly, patting the back of his hand with her palm. Touch is still a weird thing she needs to get used to...again. It feels like it's been forever since someone even shook her hand, let alone tried to provide her with any kind of comfort.]

I'm okay. Just trying to figure out what happened her.

[A pause. She glances from side to side.]

Beyond the very obvious, again.

[jedimindtrick]

[ He nods as he folds back in on himself, quick to try to put a barrier between him and the wretched stench of death. It's a terrible thing to find, and worse yet to find so many people used to such a terrible thing. ]

I've found myself back here more than once already with the same thought, although I've been less than successful.

Have you found anything?

how bout floor 1

[brokeassgoing]

[when Obi-Wan stumbles upon him its in the middle of the mess of papers; all of them strewn about in piles that probably have little rhyme or reason, judging by just how tattered they are.

But he's made a great ash tray out of the remnants of a coffee mug and the jedi did not get the jump on him.

A single green eye slides over to him--]

Whaddya think? We fucked or what?

[jedimindtrick]

[ Obi-Wan glances around at the chaos around them and then weeds one of the pieces of paper from beneath the makeshift ashtray. ]

If the answer's here, I haven't found it yet.

[ He examines the paper and discards it, then examines Badou. ]

What do you think?

[brokeassgoing]

Doubt the whole story'll be here. It's vague deets, science nerd stuff. But there's gossip...as good as a diary.

[hums]

I don't see what'll keep this from happening again. Besides our lack of mad scientist.

[jedimindtrick]

I've been worrying over the same. And why it only seems to be isolated to this floor.

[ Although, considering the quality of the air, Kenobi hasn't had much of a chance to really focus for as long as he'd like to. Every time he thinks he might be getting close to an answer he finds himself a bit too overwhelmed by the death to push forward. ]

Fortunately, most people don't appear to be interested in lingering for too long.

Floor 1

[poolhall_killer]

[Between examining the paperwork, Venom's busy gathering them into somewhat neater piles. But just as he's about to look at some of the research papers, in swoops his rude bat, carrying away a piece of metal to drop on an unsuspecting crew member.]

no-!

Aaannnnd there goes the metal scrap that fortunately misses.]

Bartholomew! This isn't the time to be playing!

[Does the bat listen? Nah. He's going in for another round. He summons a billiard ball with the intent to knock the next piece down before it hits someone. When he spots Bart's potential target, Venom nudges the individual.]

My apologies, but I fear my companion is trying to play a trick on you.

[jedimindtrick]

[ The warning is oddly appreciated, although Obi-Wan could have probably fared well enough without it. He sidesteps a bit, eyeing the bat, reminded of a Mynock, but not bothering to say as much. ]

At least someone is keeping a good attitude about this.

[ Kenobi watches the Bartholomew a moment longer and then turns his attention to Venom. ]

I appreciate the assistance. Does your friend do that everywhere he goes?

[poolhall_killer]

[Venom gives Bart a look before the bat decides to land in a dark corner nearby. No more tricks, at least for now.]

He used to do it whenever anyone would visit the ship's garden. I tried to reprimand him, but it never seemed to work.

[Siigh]

This is the first time he's had a chance to explore something since the crash, so I'm sure he's been thinking about this for a while.

[jedimindtrick]

[ Obi-Wan doesn't seem particularly bothered, although he'd hide it well even if he was. But as it stands, he's a pretty healthy animal lover, and being one-half the caretaker of three kittens, one droid, and an estimated one-fifth caretaker of a ship's worth of teenagers in both mind and spirit — save for one, who he is beholden to aggressively care for in whole, never again in part — he's fairly qualified to take on anything from shenanigans to temper tantrums without so much as blinking an eye.

In other words, it would actually take a lot more than a few tricks before Bartholomew received more than the most baseline expression from Kenobi. ]

And how about you? Have you been thinking about getting out for a while, too? This isn't quite the garden we're used to, is it.

floor one

[democratically]

[If they are on the search for cups and paper, then it may well be mission accomplished. From a practical stand point, both can be useful, but they are not items that Padmé is currently looking for. Having spent some time in one of the various areas looking through paper, she is no better off than before. Some of the words are beyond her comprehension to begin with and the rest is a bit pointless, at least for now.

Yet, Padmé decides to search elsewhere, just in case. She drifts down the halls, unfamiliar with some of the items that are scattered around. She looks though, pausing now and then, yet unless she is seeking for more cups, there is nothing worth noting. It isn't until a short time later that she finally runs across a familiar form, and Padmé turns in his direction.]

I hope you have had better luck, Obi-Wan.

[jedimindtrick]

[ He won't remind Padmé of a Jedi's stance on luck (mostly because he's fairly certain he can't rule out luck as a factor in their lives somewhere along the line). Instead, he holds out both of his hands, empty as he is when it comes to answers. ]

If only.

[ He closes the distance, greeting his friend with a touch to her elbow before falling in line. ]

I'm afraid what little I've discovered has only given me the impression that we're never quite looking in the right place at the right time.

[democratically]

[The gesture tells that Obi-Wan has had no more success than Padmé has had. Not that it makes her believe it is a hopeless cause, but answers seem to be not easily forthcoming. Not that she has expected them to be, especially after all that has happened.

She gives a small squeeze in return on his arm, letting her eyes trail over him. She knows how hard the lack of ability to connect to the Force had hit Anakin, yet Obi-Wan... She will always think that there is a timelessness to him.]

The building was used for something. Perhaps some of the other floors will aid in piecing it all together.

[jedimindtrick]

Always the optimist. [ He smiles. ] I find that a pleasant diversion from the norm.

[ He hardly thinks now to regret his time without the Force, although he'd certainly grumbled enough about it at the time. But there's truth to fact that he could easily take that power for granted, and a little perspective does well to keep him... humble.

It doesn't, however, keep him from being critical and stiff. ]

I haven't been eager to move on without making some kind of sense of this clutter. If there is pertinent information about the Ingress here, it shouldn't be left behind.