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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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In absentminded fashion, he wonders where she might be, until Carl's voice draws him back.]
No reason to apologize. It's been quite the ride for all of us. Charles was-- erm ... is my teacher back home? He's from a later time than I am, so he didn't really know who I was when I first arrived.
[It may seem late for him to notice, but since he's close enough, he's been given the chance to see that Carl has bandages around his face.] What happened to ... [he trails off, though, bringing his hand up to the right side of his face to rest at the spot just below his eye.
He's swift to lower the hand, marked blue cheeks tinting indigo with embarrassment.] Ach, I'm sorry! That was terribly rude of me, I ...
[There is no excuse, aside from social awkwardness.]
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So ... you trust him then? Even with the time difference.
[And what's the saying: curiosity killed the cat, or maybe poking your nose into something makes karma come your way? Whatever it is, it's when Kurt seems to notice the bandages around his face and start to ask the question he hates most.
He gets why anyone would, but it doesn't stop the normal expression he had from turning upside down. He takes a hesitant moment to try not taking too much offence on the inside of himself, then visibly shakes his head, moving his gaze down.]
No... It's- I don't know. I just don't want to talk about it.
[Though he can't help but remember parts of how it happened all because of someone he thought was a friend and unfortunate circumstances.]
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[He seems set in this choice, too, seen in the way his brow is creased with determination, although it fades almost instantly at the response he gets for asking about the bandages.
You graceless fool, he scolds himself, dipping his head in shame and clutching his arms around his waist. Normally, the cobalt-tinted mutant would have been far more delicate about approaching a subject like that, but he'd been unable to control his motor-mouth and as usual, the words had slipped out before his brain could catch up to analyze how they would sound when coming out.]
No, I completely understand. I shouldn't have ... [Kurt hesitates, draws a hand up to thread through his bangs, then turns away to hide his humiliation.]
I'm so sorry.
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But, anyway, he couldn't care less about that anymore. His eye (or there lack of) is a sore subject and, really, the more the other teen apologizes for bringing it up, the more Carl feels- no wishes they could just stop and about something else. He grimaces and shakes his head at how the other reacts.]
It's fine. [Obviously it's not fine, but he's trying to move it along, you know. His head dips down just enough so his hat can cover his eyes from sight.] You don't have to keep apologizing.
I shouldn't have been watching you in the first place. Maybe I should go.
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Kurt stays turned away, tightening his fingers around his hair and pulling. He doesn't understand why he has to be so awkward around people. Things had been easy when it came to performing in the circus - why couldn't it still be like that? Maybe because 'real life' situations weren't planned out and rehearsed.
While he's struggling through this inner turmoil, his attention is recaptured by Carl mentioning that he should go.] No, I--!
[And just like that, Carl is ducking beneath his hat, trying to hide his eyes. He almost bites the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood, but is quick to relinquish his hold on the skin so he doesn't let the sentence linger.]
Please, you don't have to go. I didn't mind you watching. [A brief pause.] Maybe you can help me?
[There's still a chance for him to turn around his pathetic attempt at a first meeting.]
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What? [He doesn't know if he quite heard all that correctly, but it wasn't hard to understand what he could piece together. Which is why his body language was that of surprise and a manner that could otherwise have asked "you're serious?"
Carl stands there, replays and soaks in everything he just heard.] Help you how? [And yeah, maybe... a part of him is up for that, too. Helping or watching or just giving their meeting a second chance would probably be better to try than walking off feeling weird and a little put out by the whole. At least on a subconscious level he feels that way.]
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You see, uhm ... [His features wilt at the sudden realization that his earlier idea probably wouldn't be much for either of them to work with; he had originally thought about them scrounging for useful gear together, but from what he could tell, it didn't look like many of the things were salvageable. Kurt can see that Carl is obviously bewildered by his offer and that means he needs to come up with something quickly before the lingering silence gets too awkward.
Well, he hadn't gotten to the room opposite of this one look for anything there yet.] The room across from this one hasn't been checked for any practical equipment that we can take with us. Would you like to search with me?
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Kurt manages to come up with another idea, he can tell, when the other looks further back to room just ahead of room and changes what he was saying. Curiosity for what he originally was about to say lingers on his mind, though. However, he considers what was said for a moment.]
You want me to help you look? [He sounds surprised.] Um... well... I guess. If you really want to. Let's do that.
[Despite how weird this all is, he can't say no. Not to someone trying to make amends and not to there being a chance things could go better between them if he gives this a second chance.]
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Of course, [he insists, allowing his smile to broaden once more,] it's one of the safest things we can do, being stuck in this building and all.
[Taking the initiative for once, Kurt turns on the ball of his foot and heads for the exit of this area, gripping the door-frame with one hand and motioning for Carl to follow him with the other. He carefully navigates their way to the room that's a few paces across the hall, leaning in to examine the space.
From what he can tell, everything seems to be safe enough and he hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary that might have been hidden away.] The room seems to be free of any surprises.
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Noticeably Carl doesn't reply right away, but follows tentatively to peer into the room mentioned just a second ago. The whole time he is right behind Kurt without keeping too much distance but enough it may seem he is when in reality it is just a shorter stride. He is okay with leaning on the other side to check what is in the room.]
Looks pretty safe. [He acknowledges. Sometimes he thinks that's the only plus of these different worlds. No walkers.] So, what do you intend to do with this stuff anyways?
If it's the same stuff I saw before, I don't understand it or think it works anymore.
[The scatter of paper and busted up technology that's all around, he means.]
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It's in his nature to be friendly, considering the sort of things he's suffered throughout his life. If he'd been deterred by something as simple as an unintended mistake, the blue boy probably wouldn't have any of the friends he currently does or any of the new ones he seems to be making. He doesn't want Carl to be upset with his ridiculous inquiry, although it had been quite the slip-up, so he's hoping to make it less nerve-wracking for the both of them.]
We can't really do anything with the broken stuff or a bunch of cups.
[He turns to look at the boy next to him, smiling ever so slightly, then shifting to step into the room.] I'm more looking for things like ...
[The sentence briefly trails off, but from the corner of his eye, he spots something poking out from beneath the bed and wastes no time rushing over to it. He kneels to reach beneath the frame and pulls out the almost threadbare blanket, holding it above his head with an excited laugh.] This! Well, it's not in the best of shape, but it's something that is still usable.
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Heh. It looks like it could use a couple hundred stitches or maybe be used as a fishing net. [His tone cracks in amusement, but is far from judging the value of item. In fact, in his mind's eye it's actually a good find and good start to what they're doing. Collecting stuff for themselves or other people, right. Now that he thinks about it...]
What do you plan on doing with the stuff you find? [He asks curiously] It's a good idea. I just have more than enough for myself. Maybe we share with other people. Or trade what we find.
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Trying to sew it back up might take a while, but a fishing net isn't a bad idea! [A soft laugh passes his lips at the tone of Carl's voice, his hands carefully folding the blanket into a more compact item to be carried. Kurt's brow furrows with contemplation at the question as he tucks the blanket beneath his arm and lifts the hand to his chin.]
Actually, I had thought about offering up the things I find to other people earlier. [He averts his gaze to the younger boy, fangs gleaming in another grin.] It would seem that we have a like-minded thought.
[The sharing, he means.]
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Yeah, it doesn't look like it's bad, but it doesn't look warm enough to keep off the cold. If we find a lake or something it'd probably be strong enough to hold fishes. [He says confidently, sounding like he knows more than he actually does when it comes to fishing.
His smile grows a little more when the blue teenager admits they share the same idea. There was always something to be said about people who showed that they didn't just think about themselves, Carl feels. It gave him a good feeling.]
You did? I mean, it's a good idea looking out for everyone when we all already helping each other figure out how to get home. I thought about maybe a trade system too, but I wouldn't know where to start. [His attention veers off in thought a little, then slides back. He is about to add something in addition to his thoughts but he's caught a little off guard when he sees fangs and his smile fades out and back on his face. Takes him a second to adjust to looking at fangs. They're pretty cool once he isn't surprised, though.
Back to what he was about to say anyway.]
Uh... it doesn't really matter to me if I get anything back for the stuff I don't need though.
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[Their mutual agreement to share what they find assures Kurt that Carl isn't one of those people that only take for themselves; he's met too many of those in his lifetime and it's rather refreshing to meet someone who thinks with the same good heart as himself.]
Mm-hmm. What gut would it do me to keep things that I don't need? It's rather selfish when I say it out loud, actually. A trade system would be a great plan, but ja, I wouldn't know where to start either. [He almost lifts his hand to cover his mouth, but once he notices Carl's quick recovery, he hesitantly lowers the arm to keep from hiding the fangs.
He knows he needs to get used to people being surprised by them, yet he always reacts with his own form of nervousness when someone is startled.]
Oh, no, I wouldn't expect anything back. If someone needed a blanket and I had more than one, I'd give it to them.