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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
floor one
He... might also have been shifting gradually closer to Frisk in the time he's been here, albeit a little more hesitantly than he might if it weren't for the, from what he's seen, rather less friendly child near them.
Speaking of which. Seeing Chara's eyes lock onto him makes him freeze in place, and it takes a moment for him to tear his gaze away from theirs - and even then he doesn't manage to make himself actually move away. He'll just. Poke at some random objects on the floor.]
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[The problem with giving Frisk an unlimited inventory--they will hoard up ANYTHING.]
[When Chara's attention snaps around again Frisk pauses, and looks up at them when they don't immediately relax. They turn, following their partner's gaze, and startle with guilt to see just who it is that's come up upon them both.]
Ginko!
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They have a tendency, after all, to love and forgive and ingratiate themself with those that will and continue to hurt them.
Chara straightens up, their spine rigid and ramrod, as they watch.]
I believe we've yet to be formally introduced.
and now: Fear
...Hey.
[Speaking of people not wanting him around. He manages to make eye contact again, just for a moment, before looking off a little to their left and shoving his hands in his pockets.]
Um. Yeah, I'm... my name's Ginko.
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He's a friend. We met when we both first got here.
[Turning back to Ginko, they bite their lip before tucking the PacDisk away and standing up.]
Ginko, this is Chara. You...um. You didn't talk t' them much before, right?
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Frisk's smiles are hardly a reassurance. Frisk smiles at the things that kill them. Frisk smiles at the notion that they will be living side-by-side with a murderous child with a fondness for knives.
Frisk smiles at potted ficuses.
Among other things.
And they name the Fallen Child, of course. No dignity for the dead any longer, and no respect for secrets. Chara smiles, and it is of a significantly less friendly brand than Frisk's. Their cheeks practically glow with the wide arc of it.]
I cannot imagine why one such as he would have nothing to say.
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[It doesn't really help matters that Ginko isn't the hardest person to intimidate to begin with. It doesn't really matter that this kid is probably younger than him, or that they're a friend of Frisk's.
They don't want him here.
On the other hand, he's kind of used to hanging around when he knows he's not wanted. So he stays put, giving a small shrug.]
...'M not very interesting, I guess.
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That's not true! You told me a lot about th' mushi from your home, an' we talked all th' time about all sorts of stuff.
[Of course, it's that past tense that makes guilt lay so heavily in their chest. With how they'd been trying to distance themself from everyone else, the people they'd cared about had already started to drift away. They had other people to worry about, and that was good...but Ginko had always been fairly isolated. He didn't have many other friends than them.]
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Chara turns to quirk an eyebrow in Frisk's direction, remarking flatly as though Ginko were not even there:]
He even mumbles like you do. No wonder you two get along.
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[His voice is getting quieter by the second, and when he says that it's barely audible.
What Chara says, though, does get his attention enough for him to speak up... sort of. He's still a ways below what most would consider a regular speaking volume.]
Frisk doesn't mumble that much.
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[This time Frisk straight up pouts, crossing their arms and casting Chara an annoyed look and speaking up at the exact same time Ginko does.]
He doesn't mumble!
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They speak in unison. How positively saccharine.]
Then perhaps I should ask the pair of you to buy a vowel? What have you against the concept of full words?
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Th-there's nothing wrong with how Frisk talks. It's not like people can't understand them.
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[So what if Ginko speaks a little oddly? It's not bad! They still understand him just fine!]
'S just how we talk, 's not a big deal.
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[Chara continues to smirk, idly, their contempt little more than a thin drape over their continued suspicions regarding this person, Ginko (only five letters! How grand).]
I was simply stating that it comes to no surprise.
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[Whatever tiny bit of annoyance had made its way into his posture slips away. He's not actually sure he quite believes them, but okay.]
What about you, then? With... how you talk and everything.
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[Frisk's reply is truly mumbled this time, soft enough to only just be heard and really not meant to be. Frisk looks between Ginko and Chara when he speaks up, biting back on the first joking response that comes to mind. They really want Chara to at least not regard Ginko with hostility, and poking fun at them won't help that any.]
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So I can only presume that you spend your spare time braiding each others' hair and making daisy chains?
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Now the shift in his posture is less a loss of tension and more kind of...wilting. Just a little. He makes another attempt, speaking up just a little louder, like they might just not have heard him.]
How'd you end up being friends with Frisk?
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[Given their sunny smile and the alacrity with which they replied, can you honestly call it a lie? It hardly even counts as an elaborate twisting of the truth, really! Not that they've any reason to be pleasant. What point would there be in living a lie?]
I possessed their shambling corpse for a time and used it to murder their friends. Frisk just has such a love for parasitic influences, you see. But you would know that, would you not?
[#justdemonthings]
TEN THOUSAND YEARS DUNGEON
[Okay there is just WAY TOO MUCH TO ADDRESS HERE. Nevermind that Chara was...uncomfortably on-the-nose with how Ginko and Frisk usually spent their time, treating Ginko like that isn't acceptable! And just what the heck are they trying to say about themself???]
You are not a parasite! An' neither is Ginko, you both help me!
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There was kind of a lot to process in that sentence alone, but that was the first thing to hit him - not that he can stay focused on that for long. He winces, only able to stare down at the ground in guilty silence as Frisk argues against what they said.]
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Forgive me. What would you call it when one exerts all their time and effort upon a single person who does not bother to give back?
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[Frisk's gaze flickers to Ginko for a moment, and they plow on.]
An' b'sides, you never stole my body! It was--it's both of us every time, it always was! You never forced me int' anythin'!
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[That smile of Chara's widens, brightly. If there is a pattern to this behavior, Frisk, they would really like to know!]
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